A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 62: His Feelings

Lara was walking down the stairs, about to leave the house for work when she ran into Curtis.

He was dressed too, and he looked slightly startled to see her.

Lara knew that he was obviously on his way to work too, but she mentioned nothing about it. Instead she smiled and walked towards him.

"Good morning, Curtis," she greeted with a smile. He didn’t smile back, but he nodded as he responded to her greeting. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Hello to you too, Lara," he said, and his voice was curt.

They walked into the living room together, and there was a stretched silence between them.

Lazarus gave a small bow to his boss as they walked out, then he turned to face Lara.

"Ready to go ma’am"?

Lara nodded. He reached out for her handbag and she was about to walk out with him when Curtis spoke.

"Hold up. Have you had any breakfast this morning, Lara?" he asked.

She stifled a sigh as she turned back to face him.

"No. I’ll get something once or before I get to the office. Lazarus knows my favourite restaurant to eat from," she said.

Curtis threw a glance at his bodyguard. Lazarus, who understood the unspoken message immediately, dropped Lara’s bag on the nearest couch and walked out.

Lara’s brows furrowed into a frown.

"I know Lazarus works for you and he bows to each and every of your whim. But I need to get to work, and you were the one who asked him to be my personal driver. So get him back here right now," she quipped.

Curtis’s expression remained bland. Unreadable.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked instead.

Lisa felt a wave of confusion.

"What?!"

Curtis folded his arms over his chest.

"What do you want for breakfast, Lara? I have to get to work so don’t waste my time by hesitating," he repeated.

Lara narrowed her eyes at him.

"If you have to get to work, then by all means please go. I did not ask you to send my driver away, nor did I ask you to make breakfast for me. If there’s someone wasting another person’s time here, it’s you," she snapped.

Curtis did not bat an eyelid.

"You are not leaving this house without having breakfast, Lara."

She crossed her arms over her chest.

"And what if I don’t want to eat breakfast? What are you going to do about it? You know damn well that you cannot make me," she responded with a bite in her voice.

"Have you forgotten our agreement, Lara? As long as you carry my babies in you, you have to listen to every single word I say. And right now, I am telling you to sit your ass down and tell me what you want to eat. I will make whatever it is for you. And you can argue all you want, but you and I know that my word is law. So answer my fucking question."

Lara stood her ground.

"I don’t want to," she spat.

Curtis took several steps closer to her. "That was not a request, Lara. It was a fucking order. Sit. And speak," he growled into her face.

Lara took a step away from him.

"Listen to me, Curtis. I know we had an agreement. I know these kids are yours. I know that I should be careful and I should eat well in order to keep them healthy. But I will do those things on my terms. And even if I were to do it on yours, I would like it very much if you stopped talking to me in such a rude way. It won’t kill you to be polite," she yelled at his face, her chest heaving with the weight of her anger.

Curtis’s hands curled into fists. All he wanted this woman to do was to eat. Why the hell was she so stubborn?

He knew she would probably back down and stay back to eat if he apologised, but he wasn’t willing to.

Curtis felt as though apologising to her would be a compromise on his end, and he was tired of being the one compromising all the damn time.

So he said nothing. He held her gaze and let her see his displeasure.

"Fine. Do whatever you want," he said. Lara snorted at him in disbelief, and when she saw that he was not going to apologise for being rude like she wanted him to, she turned around and walked out.

Curtis ran a hand through his hair, and he was frustrated beyond belief.

He watched her leave. Lara met Lazarus waiting for her outside.

The bodyguard was not surprised to see her. She walked into the backseat and slammed the door shut.

"Take me to the office, she ordered.

She fumed all the way to the company. But by the time Lara stormed into her office, her anger had gone down a little bit.

She sighed and pinched down on her nose bridge. Curtis had been so picky and snappish at her ever since she got discharged from the hospital.

And while Lara pretended not to care about his suddenly change of attitude, deep down, she cared.

She was surprised as to how much she missed him. Over time, Curtis had grown to be a friend and a warm, comforting presence in her life.

Lara hated that they were on bad, shaky terms now. But what she hated the most was the cause of the weird tension between them.

His feelings.

If only he had not fallen in love with her, then everything would have been perfect. But he had ruined things by letting his heart take control over his head, and things were falling apart around them.

Lara sighed again. She shook her head to dislodge those thoughts and was about to take her seat when the door to her office was slammed open.

Curtis strolled in.

Before she could say or do anything, he walked over and dropped the takeout bag he came in with.

Then he spoke.

"Eat. And don’t you dare walk out on me again," he warned.

Lara was about to come up with a biting response when he interrupted her.

"For fuck’s sake. Don’t say anything. Just accept the food and shut up," he snapped. His eyes were red.

"I told you that..." she started to say, but those words died on her lips when Curtis leaned down and captured his lips with hers.

Lara’s heart stopped beating in her chest and she was unable to do nothing as Curtis kissed her.