Speak To Me

(Eva)

I hit the elevator button for the fourth floor with the biggest smile on my face. I knew without a doubt that my life was about to get a whole lot sweeter. From the moment I laid eyes on Jamie Sinclair..I knew he would be mine. I just fucking knew it deep down...but of course he didn't "do relationships" or some shit.

I had to become perfect for him...I learned about everything he liked..and even found the type of girls he was into..eventually he dropped me..just like the rest of them...but I wouldn't let him go that easily.That's where Jacque Torres comes into the picture..oh god..it was almost like he fell right into my lap at the perfect time.

Jacque was traveling abroad and was in the process of closing a deal with the company I was interning at..he made millions overnight and I just knew he was the perfect man to take Jamie's place for the time being.

I started our little affair just to make Jamie jealous..but after the restraining order was put in place, I had to go all in..but there was just one problem..Jacque was married.

I decided to fix that little problem with a few anonymous emails..showing Jacque's wife the type of things he had been getting into while he was away..and once she found out about the baby, she divorced him.

It took some work...but I eventually got her to give up and that pretty much sealed the deal.

The only problem is..the baby wasn't Jacques..

Luckily my son looks just like me, so there was no real suspicion until a few years down the road and he shoved those divorce papers along with a dna test in my face. I think he suspected all along though..considering he resented Sammy because that boy was the only reason Jacque married me to begin with. So it's not like he was a father to the kid really. Sammy was raised by nannies since the moment I had him..and thank god for that..I fucking hate kids.

Since I was younger I knew that I never even wanted kids..but I realized it was the only way to secure my future.. I'm just not the motherly type..neither was my own mom..and I would use this pregnancy to get ahead like she used me. That's why when I learned more about Gabriella... realized she and I weren't that much different..my mother just secured her position and took everything she could from my father. Hers..well..we know what happened to hers.

Then after getting pregnant, I realized it was the worst experience of my life and I even gained ten pounds from the whole ordeal. I had to practically starve myself to keep in shape.

Now that Jacque has filed for divorce, I took Sammy and went back to the U.S. After hearing about what happened to Cecelia, I knew it was the right time. I had been keeping tabs on Jamie since the moment I left. My friend Kimberly told me all the latest gossip and that's where Cecelia came in.

I decided to befriend her when Kimberly informed me that Cecelia would be visiting Europe soon for fashion week..obviously she had no clue who I was at the time..but she opened up to me like a damn book and we became fast friends.

She told me everything about the contract with Robert and the type of stuff she would be required to do. How she was expected to produce an heir in the first year..and that's when I started to think..maybe my son would be useful after all.

I had already planted the seed years before..

Jacque had caught me sleeping with his business partner and froze my accounts..I figured I could contact Robert Sinclair..tell him all about the child I had and try and get some money out of it..but of course, he was less naive than I thought..Cecelia said he was obsessed with the ideal of having grandchildren so I thought he would jump at the chance..but no, he had to ask for a fucking DNA test..

But the problem is..I didn't know who the hell the father of my son was. It could have been three guys..Jamie, Jacque, and some guy I had a one-night stand with during that time. But obviously Jacque was out..so it's a 50% chance the kid is Jamie's..that was still too risky for me... would lose everything if I left Jacque and the baby turned out not to be Jamie's son.

So instead of risking it at the time..I decided to take the easy route and fix things with Jacque. He ended up forgiving me after I did a lot of convincing tbat I was sorry and we went on with our lives. So I put Jamie on the back burner..until now.

I walked towards my apartment door before putting the key in and opening it up.

As soon as I stepped into the apartment I saw all the lights and TV were turned on as I let out a frustrated groan.

"Sammy! Maria! That little shit...I told her not to let him do that." I grumbled, knowing this kid was already on my last nerve.

"Sammy..I told you to stop turning all the lights on when I'm gone!" I shouted, searching through the small space as I saw something move from the corner of my eye.

"Are you really that scared of the dark?" I grumbled, switching the lamp off as I came closer to where he was hiding.

He had made some type of makeshift fort out of a blanket and pillows.

"S-someone was yelling outside. I'm sorry Eva..I-I got scared." His small voice sputtered out as I couldn't help but sigh in annoyance.

"You are almost six years old Sammy, aren't you getting a little too old to still be afraid of the dark? And where did Maria go? I thought she was staying with you until I got home?" I asked, hating having to put up with this kid as I ripped the blanket off of his head. "Sh-she said she had to go..that you were l-late and wouldn't answer the phone." He cowered below me.

We had been in this apartment for three weeks now and Maria was the older woman next door. I would pay her a couple hundred a week to keep an eye on Sammy when I had to go out. It's either that or leave the kid alone..

"Well, next time just go into your room and lock the door." I snapped before turning on my heel and walking to the kitchen.

I can't wait to get this damn kid out of my hair..

"Go wash up and get ready for bed..or whatever shit you need to do." I called out, placing my purse and the grocery bag I was carrying on the table.

I took out the wine bottle I planned on drinking and went to get a glass..might as well start now.

"E-Eva..tomorrow..um..you said..you said that I would get to meet my real daddy..right?" Sammy suddenly spoke up, making my head turn towards him as a big smile filled my face.

I slid the bottle back on the counter before turning and walking towards Sammy.

My face filled with a bright smile as I crouched down to his level, making him stiffen.

"Yes Sammy, and remember what I said..if you are a good boy..then that means I don't have to get rid of you, okay? But if you screw this up.."

"I won't..I promise Mom..Eva..I won't." He rushed out and I patted the top of his head before standing.

"Good boy..now go to bed." I stated, hoping to god this all works..these last three weeks have been absolutely brutal..and the luxury of a nanny sounds pretty good right now.I grabbed the wine and popped it open, deciding just to drink straight out of the bottle as a wicked smirk filled my face..Jamie Sinclair..you have no idea what coming..and I can't fucking wait.