Kara
My new job
I started working at the bar. Derek took care of serving drinks to the customers. I think he did it to monitor me.
It had been a week since I told Derek about my pregnancy. He didn't take over two days to get me a beautiful apartment, even paid a year in advance, and offered to cover the rest of my stay. I never thought Derek could be so kind. I didn't intend to take advantage of Derek's kindness. But I was grateful for the help.
"How are you feeling? Are you tired?" Derek inquired.
Yes, I was always tired.
"I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile.
Derek didn't believe me.
"Let me take you home, Kara," he offered, grabbing the keys to his car.
"No," I declined. "Seriously, I'm fine. There are five more hours until the bar closes."
"Let's go home," he ordered. His beautiful gaze locked onto mine.