THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE [RADISH]

Chapter Nine

I glare at the time on my phone then sigh as I stare up at the ceiling. I hate it when my body just automatically wakes me up at freaking six in the morning. Stupid school. Especially when it's my break.

"I just want to sleep." I whisper suddenly feeling like crying. I haven't been able to sleep this whole week. I think it mostly has to do with the fact that I am just anxious about this whole thing. I've tried not to be but it's hard. I just hate waiting. I want to know if I'm pregnant already or not. There is just this suspense in the air like in a scary movie or something. I just want to know already. I haven't taken a pregnancy test. Mostly because it's barely been a week and because I haven't really shown any signs. I haven't thrown up yet. I know that not everyone throws up but, I don't know, I guess I am relying on the cliché stories. No class prepared me for pregnancy. There should be a class for pregnancy. Like not the anatomical stuff but the real stuff, the psychological stuff. I can't be the only one going crazy.

I turn on the TV after I give up trying to fall asleep. Grey's Anatomy is on. I've seen the episodes a million times but I still like watching this show. At around eight, my phone starts ringing. Right on schedule. Colton likes to call me every morning at around this time to ask me if I need anything. My answer is always no. I appreciate him trying to be helpful but there's nothing he can do to help me. Literally. I don't answer him.

When I get hungry, I groan as I get out of the bed feeling a little dizzy. This always happens when I stand up too fast. After it goes away, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I avoid looking at my reflection in the mirror, knowing I probably look horrible.

"Good morning, sunshine." Derek says from the couch in the living room. He is watching some movie.

"Good morning." I murmur.

He looks at me. "Are you alright? You look sick."

"Just tired." I say reaching for the cereal.

There's a knock on the door. "I got it." Derek calls.

I pour some cereal on the bowl then open the fridge and look for the milk. Except there's no milk. I stare at the fridge, angry.

"Emily someone's here for you." Derek says sounding a little confused as he walks into the kitchen. "Emily? Why are you crying?" he asks when he sees me.

"Emily!"

I look over and meet Colton's gaze through my blurry vision. He makes his way towards me in three long strides. "Emily, what's wrong?" he asks placing his hands on my shoulders.

But I can't stop crying.

"Is everything alright? Do you feel okay?" he keeps asking.

I shake my head. "There's no milk!" I complain, trying to calm down when I realize how ridiculous I am being.

He stares at me for a moment. "What?"

"There's no milk." I repeat glancing at my bowl full of dry cereal.

He chuckles. "Emily, you scared me to death!"

"Uh, who is he?" Derek asks from behind Colton.

Colton's face changes from being amused to angry as he narrows his eyes at Derek. "I could say the same thing." He tells him.

Derek looks at me and then back at him. "I live here!" he says defensively.

"What?" Colton is glaring at me now.

I sniffle as I clean my cheeks. "What? He's my roommate."

He leans in so close to me that I can smell his breath. It smells like coffee. That just makes me want to start crying again. I miss coffee. "I thought your roommate was a female." He tells me dangerously.