A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 89: None of their business

Curtis ran a hand through his hair.

"What the fuck?" he quipped

Lara sighed and leaned back on the couch, raising her legs up in a bid to be make herself comfortable.

"Of all the things that could have happened today, who would have thought that Mike Blake, the infamous ex husband who almost ruined my womb and my life, would pay us a visit?" she mused.

Curtis sighed as he took his seat beside her.

"You have no idea how close I came to planting my hands in his face. He was so annoying," he snapped and his expression made Lara laugh.

"Come on, don’t be that way. I wasn’t happy about his presence too, but I’ll admit that I feel a tiny bit sad for him," she confessed.

Curtis head snapped to face her, and his eyes were narrowed in what Lara could only explain as judgemental.

"What?!"

She shrugged.

"What can I say? I felt pity for him, even if it was just for a tiny moment. I mean, his wife tried to murder him in his own bed. That had to have taken a toll on him. He looked like shit and you saw it too," she countered.

Curtis shrugged, and his expression fell back into indifference.

"You’re right, I guess. But I don’t care anyway. Tolu could butcher him and sell his body parts on the internet and I wouldn’t bat my eyelid. His family’s business is his. I don’t care," he deadpanned.

Lara shook her head at her husband and stuck her tongue out at him.

"So cold," she mused.

He smiled at her, and the conversation turned to other things that had nothing to do with Mike.

But when it was time to sleep, Lara found it hard for unconsciousness to take her away.

Her thoughts kept wandering to Mike and Tolu. She tried to steer her mind away, to stop thinking about them and go to sleep, but all of her efforts were futile.

Back when Mike had cheated on her and left her alone with nothing to hold on to, Lara had felt as though the world had come to an end.

Her grandma, who was her last hope, died. She lost everything.

In those crazy, destitute moments of her life, Lara had felt as if Tolu was larger than life.

Her ex best friend had everything Lara could ever want: her husband, her house, her job. She had a roof over her head and three square meals.

But right now, Lara realised that she had been lucky. She had been lucky to have been inseminated with the wrong sperm, which had eventually led her to meeting the love of her life, Curtis.

Lara could not help but wonder. If Tolu had not been a shitty friend, if she had been someone like Kayla who truly cared about her, would everything that had happened, happen?

Would Lara had left Mike? Would she still be on the marriage even if she wasn’t happy?

Would he had cheated on her with someone else?

Would she have met Curtis?

All of these thoughts found a home in her head and dug deeper than she expected them too. They took roots in her head, so she tossed and turned all night long.

She was glad that Curtis had no problem falling asleep though. Her husband had slept through the night, and Lara knew his presence was the only thing keeping the thoughts at bay.

When dawn eventually broke through the night sky, she ambled out of the bed.

By the time she made her way out of the restroom and down to the kitchen, Curtis was already waiting for her.

"Good morning, love," he greeted as she walked in.

Lara was tired from not sleeping all through the night, and it had kind of made her grumpy.

So she just walked past him and to the refrigerator, grabbing a cold water rather than responding.

Curtis chuckled.

"Rough night, huh?" he asked.

Lara gulped down the entire body in two large swallows before she responded.

"I hate not being able to sleep," she whined.

Her husband drew her in for a hug.

"Sorry, love. Do you think we should go and see the doctor? Maybe they can give you some drugs to help with the sleeplessness," he suggested.

Lara rolled her eyes at Curtis.

"Come on, don’t be dramatic. It was just last night. It’s not as if I have been losing sleep for weeks," she countered.

Curtis raised his eyebrows at her.

"What if this is the start of insomnia? I think it’s better if we tackle it now than let it get worse," he stated firmly.

Lara sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"No, no and no. I am sick of hospitals. I have been in and out for so many times that I am starting to be seen as a regular, and I don’t like it. So no. No hospitals. No doctors," she insisted.

Curtis raised his hands in defeat.

"Fine. No hospitals. But if the symptoms persist, you are going to have to listen to me. Agreed?"

She eyed him with mild annoyance but eventually nodded.

"You’re so annoying," she muttered. He leaned in to kiss her loudly on the forehead.

"But you love me, no?"

She pushed him away and walked past him to the living room.

He walked right after her.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked as she sat on her favourite couch.

She waved her arm at him.

"Stop talking and disappear," she quipped.

Curtis shook his head.

"Oh no, that’s not going to work. You’ll just end up missing me even more and that is going to make you more grumpy. So no."

She threw a small couch cushion at him which he easily dodged.

"You know what? I have just the perfect solution. Go and get dressed."

Lara raised her eyebrows at him.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because we are going on a date!"