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The shower door opened and someone walked in, I whipped my head around and found a butt naked mariano standing there eyeing me up and down. I made an attempt to cover myself, but thanks to the belly infront of me that wasn't so easy.

"No." He whispered, taking my hands and holding them. He rested his head on my shoulder "Don't hide from me." His hot breath fanned my neck.

"what are you doing in here?" I asked, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"I'm ensuring that you're safe." He said with a small smile.

"In the shower?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You never know what can happen."

I let out a small laugh as he turned me around so my back was facing him. I braced on his hard chest. He took my hands in his and placed them on my stomach, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

This situation was not helping my raging hormones at all, it only made them worse. I could feel the pace of my heart speed up and all my hairs stood on end.

He removed his hands from my body, causing me to feel empty. I then felt his soapy hands running all over my back, then make it's way to my tummy, where he rubbed gently. He moved his hands from my tummy to my breasts then up to my shoulder where he started to massage them.

I have never seen this side to him before. He was so gentle, he treated me like I was fragile and could break at any given moment. I liked it, I liked it alot.

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"Miss Issy, dinner is in five minutes." Molly said.

"Okay, thank you." I replied.

I looked at myself in the huge mirror. My hair was perfectly straightened, thanks to molly, the black dress I wore fitted like a glove, from front view you couldn't tell that I was pregnant but from side view it was quite obvious.

My face looked clear as I decided to go with a natural look. I wore no makeup.

"Are you ready miss Issy? " molly asked.

I nodded and followed her out the room and to the grand staircase. We walked in silence as my mind kept flashing back to earlier with mariano.

I also couldn't help but wonder what was going in the office earlier. Who were the girls who weren't safe? What club in Italy and what club in America were they talking about? What 'mess' can't the baby be born in? Who were the people causing all this? And lastly, how did they escape? My mind drew a blank to all these questions.

Is it because of this 'mess' why mariano doesn't want to tell me anything about himself?

My thoughts were interrupted by the molly's voice.

"Miss Issy, are you alright?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm fine."

I wonder if molly knew anything about this? The dining room door opened and Molly and I walked in, where we saw all the men from earlier and a few women, one of which looked like a teen.

I looked around the room for mariano, I found him with a girl roping him. She looked as if she was holding onto him for dare life. Pathetic.

"Have a seat Isabella." One of the ladies said. She looked relatively older than everyone in the room, but she was still beautiful. Wait, how does she know my name?

She gave me a warm smile, like she's known me her whole life. I took one of the empty seats, next to the same guy who carried my bags for me. Molly bowed her head then walked out of the room.

I looked at mariano and the girl sitting next to him, I watched as she practically threw herself at him and mariano isn't even doing anything about it. I wanted to throw up, apparently the baby agreed with me.

"How far along are you?" The girl who looks like a teen asked.

"Abigail, that's not appropriate to ask." One of the older women said with a scowl.

"It's okay," I said directing that response to the lady. I then turned to abigail- which I'm assuming is her name- and answered her. "Four months."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked looking rather perked up.

I smiled at her enthusiasm. "I don't know yet." I said.

"I hope it's a girl, then I'll have a niece." She said sounding excited beyond belief.

"It's gonna be a boy, so you'll have a nephew." Mariano joined the conversation.

Huh? How is she gonna be related to the baby? Is she related to mariano or something.

As if seeing my confusion, mariano spoke up.

"Abigail is my sister."

"Oh." I said, at a loss of words.

"I'm samantha." The girl beside him spoke, putting on a smile that was obviously fake.

"And who is mariano to you? You're babysitter ?" I asked with a straight face.

I heard a snicker come from abigail's way and she covered her mouth with her hands.

She glared at me, If looks could kill I swear I wouldn't be six feet under I would be at the earth's core.

"Actually-" She began and placed her hands on mariano, "I'm his girlfriend." She said with a pleased look on her face.

Does this girl really wanna cross a pregnant lady, worst of all a pregnant lady with jamaican blood?

I shrugged, "Oh well, I wish you both the best." I gave a fake and heavy hearted smile.

Mariano was about to speak when the doors opened. Neither samantha nor I even looked to see who came in, we were too busy trying to kill each other with glares.

"Sorry, I'm late everyone." An oddly familiar voice spoke. "I was with my daughter." The person continued. Okay, he sounds so familiar, I had to look.

I turned my head to the man who walked in and was now seated beside one of the women. His head was down so I couldn't see his face properly. When he finally held up his head I noticed that it was Mr. Brown. Oh No, Mr. Brown.

So, some of you may know mr. brown, he's yasmine's father. He's the reason I got in contact with mariano after the incident. I told him I needed to talk to mariano and that it was a business matter, so he gave me his number. He never really knew that I was pregnant, and as a second father to me this is not how I wanted him to find out.

He looked over to my direction and I used my long, thick hair to cover my face. Samantha noticed this, and being the bitch she is- Knowing this after just meeting her- she now decided to start up a conversation.

"So, mari, why don't you formally introduce your baby mother to everyone." She spoke with an evil smirk rather loudly.

"Yes, why don't you, I would love to meet the ever so famous, baby mother." I heard mr. brown say. "Introduce yourself Isabella."

'Oh no.' I thought to myself.

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