On second thoughts, I knew she was trying to raise money to fund her college fees, and with that in mind, I could not call Donald. I walked out of the living room towards the bedroom, which was down a passage.
I was surprised when I opened the door to the room to see a rather large bedroom with so many interior decorations. I almost smiled when I saw a picture of a giraffe hanging on the wall. I was about to walk over to it when I noticed something strange.
The decoration in that room seemed too detailed for a random room. It was almost as if the person who decorated the room knew the things I was going to like, picking out the colours, the images and the designs.
I stood in the middle of the room, looking around and wondering how that was a coincidence, but something deep inside me knew it was not, and it only meant that whoever it was that did the work in the room had gotten information about me to be able to put all of them together.
I wanted to walk out of the room when I saw another telephone beside the bed and picked it up and punched in the four digits on the paper.
It rang for about three times before he picked up.
"When I said you could call me when you needed something, I forgot to emphasise 'important'. You can't call me anytime, you know." His voice echoed from the other end of the phone.
I did not feel a need to respond to that because I was not calling to quarrel.
"I want to ask you a question, Donald," I said to him, and he suddenly went silent on the other end of the phone, obviously waiting for me to speak.
"I'm listening," he said when I did not say any more words.
"The bedroom in this apartment is painted with sky blue colour, which happens to be a colour I like. The images, they resonate with me a lot, and the designs, the flowers..." I was not done speaking when he interrupted me.
"Are you calling to appreciate them all? Because you do not sound like it," he said, and of course he was right. I was not calling to appreciate; I was calling to understand.
"I want to know if these are some random decorations or if you looked into my life to pick up all of these things in detail." I asked him.
"How is that an important topic for discussion?" He asked me, and even though I knew that he might not see it as something important, to me it was.
"Listen, Donald, I did not understand exactly what you have in mind, but I am not your charity case, and you do not need to think about me. This is only a deal, and it will be done once you've gotten what you want. "I am not asking you to do anything extra for me, so let's keep our distance and remain the strangers that we were just yesterday," I said to him in a calm voice, and without waiting for him to say another word into the phone, I hit the red button.
I could not understand exactly what was making him think that he had control over me because I was not in for some slavery relationship. As much as I was concerned, there was no connection between us; the only thing that held both of us together under that roof was the fact that I had mistakenly conceived his child, and once the child is born, I would not be there anymore.
I expected he was going to call back, but he did not, and as I sat there on the edge of the bed, I was staring blankly at the telephone, not because I was really looking at it but because my mind had wandered off into how happy I would have been if this child had not mistakenly been a wolf.
All I wanted was to have my peace with a child I could call my own, but then it only landed me in bigger trouble than I had with Andrew.
As much as I did not want to blame Emily for it, I just wish that there was some way she had checked and found out before going ahead with the insemination; it would have saved both of us this trauma.
"I made you some soup and chicken, Ma. "The dining is prepared," Sophia's voice said to me, making me jolt out of my thoughts as I turned my gaze to her immediately.
I had not expected her presence at that moment, and it was then I realised that I had been lost in thoughts for some time.
"Thank you very much, Sophia; you can leave if you want to now. "I can take care of myself from here," I said to her, and slowly she bowed her head before walking away.
The queenly treatment was not what I wanted. I just wanted my peace and quiet, but Donald obviously has other plans.
As I had dinner that evening. I found myself thinking about Andrew and how we used to be happy together in the early days of our marriage.
It felt like a dream to me that we were no longer together.
That evening I lay on the bed not long after dinner, looking up at the ceiling as I held my phone to my chest with my two hands crossed on it. I knew I would really have to talk to Donald about the rule of staying indoors because there was no way I was going to stay in there for the next nine months or however long the wolf conception period would be.
After thinking for a while, I called him and asked him to meet me in my living room.
About 30 minutes later, we were both seated on the couch opposite each other as I cleared my throat to speak.
"I have been thinking about all of the rules you gave me, Donald, and I think I can put up with all of them but one. I need an exception on that one."
"An exception?" He chuckled. "Which one?" He then asked almost immediately.