SIX.6.
Too much French leave from work has left me with nothing but tons of work. The huge pile of files I saw on my table got me shrieking. Holy fuck! This is the real consequence of granting self-permission without the consent of your boss. I haven't been to work since mom's outburst, for four days. Now I have to work five times extra, the files are just too much. My boss is not even looking cheerful today, he's not even smiling, and he's probably mad at me. And still, he won't let me be every minute and the next found me going and coming out of his office with extra piles of cases to go through. He's thoroughly prepared and ready to punish me.It's past noon already and I haven't even gone through a quarter of the files on my desk. I've done just two and I'm freaking tired. The third file I opened was the case of a woman, filing a petition against her fifteen years old son just because he drove her Porsche car. ' Like what kind of case file is this? Do people have to file a case for everything? Can't they just settle their scores themselves and stop disturbing the peace of the law firms?' I mumbled. This is foolhardy and uncalled for. Why would a mother file a case against her son? This particular case made me feel sick and queasy. Immediately I left for the bathroom to puke. Those crazy case files and the tasteless crunchy pies I had this morning are enough to make me puke. I've practically been throwing up for a good four days now. Everything I smell and taste makes me feel nauseated. I flushed out the mess I brought out from my bowels, I stood there still staring into the sink lost in thoughts. What if I'm truly pregnant like Courtney said?Chris and I had sex once but we had it with protection, we used condoms and I remember vividly, that he forced me to take pills. We never did it raw and besides it was only once. So how could I…. Fuck! I seemed to forget that I had slept with another stranger, but I wasn't sure if he used protection. "Ahh!"I gasped. He had released inside me that night and I was so stupidly engrossed in the breakup episode that I forgot to take pills after I got to New York. Stupid! Stupid! I hit my head and winced, "Ow!" Now I'm throwing up and exhibiting the lackadaisical acts of pregnant moms when I have no idea of the child's paternity. I still don't want to believe I'm pregnant. To kill my curiosity, leaving the office tonight, I'll head straight to Dr. Carter's hospital for a pregnancy test, or better still I'll buy the kit. But on second thought, I don't know how to use the kit, I've never been pregnant before. And if I should consider going to Dr. Carter's place to have the test, he'll tell Mom and that would cause a Civil War VII in my house. Going to Courtney's place is the only option I have. Though she'll mock my ass out, she's the only one who can help me now. I left the bathroom in a stampede to Courtney's office but bumped into someone. I winced loudly when my forehead hit his hard chest. It's a guy because a woman's chest can be this hard. It's hard like a wall.I continued rubbing my forehead in pain. The strong cologne I perceived made my eyes go wide. I can identify that smell and the owner anywhere because only that person smells like that. I looked up to see someone I had never thought I'd ever come across, someone I never thought I would see so soon. The Vegas stranger-- He was in a mask and his green eyes shone brightly just like Lucas's. "Do you mind taking me to your boss?" He spoke softly. His voice pierced through me just like the first time. He snapped his fingers to my face and that's when I realized that I'd been staring at him mouth agape.I wasn't drooling this time, I was partially happy, angry, and surprised. Happy that I saw a cutie, angry that he was the stranger and he took advantage of me, and surprised that he was standing right in front of me in flesh and blood in New York. I led him to my boss anyway. I sat down, slowly assimilating the unsudden presence of this Vegas stranger in my workplace. I resisted the pressing urge to go over to Courtney's office but decided to wait till the day was over. I wouldn't waste time telling her everything. The Vegas stranger in New York looks like Lucas. I kept thinking when the queasiness started again and 'urgh, argh!' I vomited again.LUCAS POV. I stared into my phone, reading a message that just popped in when someone bumped into me, probably not looking. I looked down to see who it was and surprisingly, it was my brunette, her head collided with my chest and she winced. She looked shocked when she saw me. Maybe she recognized me, I don't know but she didn't say a word. She only stared at me with my mouth open with confused emotions, confusing my thoughts. "Do you mind taking me to your boss?" I asked boldly but my voice was muffled because of the mask I had on. Only when I spoke did she close up her mouth, she was already looking like a fish. She directed me to her boss's office looking lost. I noticed her uneasiness and forlorn looks. I stared at her from a distance wondering, something isn't just right with her. My naive brunette. I was with Fredrick, her boss but I wasn't concentrating, my mind continued to waver and drift in her direction. I can't help but think about her curviness, undressing her, and taking her down in my head. The mere thought of her naked body made my dick twitch. I'm hungry for sex and thirsty for her cums. This is the first time I've ever craved a woman this much, but I know it's nothing but just mere lust. I was getting impatient with Fredrick's boring and long talks. I just wanted to get out of the office and see the naive pretty brunette. I never knew she worked with him but now that I know, I'll flock to New York every day. Fredrick had invited me over to discuss issues about his office. He's seeking sponsorship and needs my assistance. I wasn't going to turn him down, if not for anything but for his pretty secretary. Well, I don't know her name yet but I'll ask Fredrick later. With reflex, I flew out of my seat immediately after Fredrick ended his speech. To be honest I heard nothing except the last thing he said, thank you, Lucas.' My attention wasn't on him. I asked for his secretary's name, "Krystal Wallace that's her name, she's my secretary, a very good one at that. '' He said with a smile. Blabbermouth, I only asked for her name and not her position. I'm not dumb to see that she's sitting in an adjoining room with him to know that she's a secretary.I sauntered towards her, and my heart and dick leaped in ecstasy. "Hey Krystal! It's nice seeing you again." I spoke now, I had removed my mask and her eyes flickered in royal confusion, I guess she just figured out who I was. "Hi!" She replied dolefully with that sweet voice of hers.I made to sit but caught a glimpse of Fredrick coming out. I wouldn't want him to entertain stupid thoughts, so I hastened. "Hey Krystal? Let's meet somewhere else if this is okay with you," I requested humbly and quickly. "I…. I don't….." She floundered nervously. As an important man, I couldn't wait for her to approve or accept the date, so I dropped a reservation card on her desk. "Meet me at the restaurant tomorrow evening, a date won't hurt. I'll be expecting you." I said blithely but expectantly before leaving. I left before she could object. I'll just suspend my journey till next weekend. Now I still have to put up with Mom and her'Go get a wife Lucas' palaver till the weekend because of my brunette.How I revolved to call her my brunette is still a little bit of a mystery to me. I never addressed a woman as mine before but her. She's all my first except for the sexing aspect. Well I'm not planning to keep her or marry her, I'm just planning to have her again and again and make her my slut. My pretty brunette.Seven.7. "Courtney, you won't believe it. I saw the Vegas stranger… I saw the stranger at the office today, he came….and he's Lucas Vanowen….. Lucas Vanowen the CEO of the Vanowen group of companies. I told you about him, right? I'm just so shocked and disheveled and……." I spoke in haste, saying everything my brain popped up. I was down in perplexity, I was nervous. I can't think straight, my head was banging seriously. "Krys! Krys! Take it easy. I can barely hear a word from you, calm down okay?....... Breathe in and then breathe out," she commanded and I did. "Here. Have some coffee. Drink it." She offered me a glass of wine to cool off and calm down. It wasn't working but I pulled still. "So tell me bit by bit, what happened?" She asked."Courtney, I saw the Vegas stranger earlier," I said sulkily. "The stranger... Errm…. The one who took advantage of you?" She asked and I nodded. "He's the one and he's Lucas, I saw him right with my own eyes…."
Eight.8. I deleted the message immediately. Telling it through a text isn't right, I'll tell him to his face. The restaurant he chose was a classic one, meant for people like him. The night too was beautiful. I was putting on a long red gown with heels I managed to walk on. Courtney says red is seductive, captivating, and attractive. The dress had a wide opening at the back and a long slit that exposed my thighs. The neckline was cut so low that my boobs were almost popping out. All thanks to Courtney, I'm now looking like a first-class prostitute just because I have a date with Lucas. Lucas Vanowen. I hate the dress, I wouldn't lie. I wasn't comfortable in it but it's the only good-looking one compared to the others she selected. Courtney went to a shopping cart to get those slutty dresses. Bitch. I would have worn what I had but the crazy girl forced me into this tight bitchy dress, meant for harlots. As a se
Nine.9. Proposing marriage to Krystal was never my plan, never my intention. I didn't plan for it. I didn't propose the idea to her because she was pregnant or because I lusted after her. It was Nick's idea that I propose to her a fake marriage, to keep Mom off my neck. This plan was cooked up two months after the sex night. I had explained everything to Nick and the nigga suggested that I find her. To him, she was the perfect girl for the plan, a perfect girl that mom would love. I wondered why he said so, not like she was the first pretty lady I've ever fucked. But presumably, she was the first lady to make me go crazy with desires and lust. I could get an erection by merely looking at her. She's the first woman I had fucked and slept off with ease afterward. I've never done that before and I pray and wish for the next time it'll happen again. Anyways, the truce between us might lead to sex. Who knows? I shrugged
Ten.10. Too bad! Mom is at home and I can't escape now. "Good evening Mom." I greeted but she snubbed me, gently sipping her brandy and scrolling through her phone. "Good evening ma." I greeted again loudly this time but was still ignored. Wonderful!I couldn't care less. I walked towards the staircase, pretending like I was not bothered but deep down I was. My mom's changing. I hadn't gone halfway down the stairs when she spoke up, halting me to a stop. "Krystal!" She called gently. I moved closer to her, to hear what she had to say about the Sullivans. She patted a space beside her for me to sit on but I ignored her. "Krystal darling." She called again and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She wants my approval for something because she only calls me sweet names when she needs something. "You know the wedding is fast approaching and we have less than two months to prepare. And you also know what? The Sullivans are planning an engagement p
Eleven.11.From the moment at the court, I felt plans were changing. I could feel that this thing between Krystal and I might not end as planned. She looked distressed and it was obvious. The conditions of her arranged marriage have made her agree to an unwanted marriage. It's never my intention to take away the child from her, I wouldn't want my child to grow up without a mother either but the situation at hand makes me want to take away my baby from her. Krystal is devastated, everything happening around her now could leave her mentally and emotionally unstable. I wouldn't want my child to grow up closer to such an attitude. Moreover, the mom wouldn't let the child go. I'm not heartless but I can say that Krystal is unstable. From the very moment I saw her in that pub, I knew she wasn't in her right state of mind. She's deranged, she's confused. I saw it. The downcast look of perplexion in her eyes earlier today.I want Krystal, no doubt. I want to fuck her tig
Twelve.12. My heartbeat raced at triple speed, in anticipation of what Mom's reaction would be when she heard of it. I am very sure Lucas can hear my heart thumping. I had asked Lucas to stop because I had suddenly developed cold feet, dying in apprehension of what Mom would do. The thumping of my heartbeat increased in speed and volume as we got closer to home. My heart jiggled beneath my chest walls. Lucas stared at me occasionally, definitely worried about my sudden downcast. I managed to give a little smile with my very unstable mind. "Good evening ma'am." Lucas and I greeted Mom. She was taken aback by the sight of Lucas but she quickly composed. "Evening. How are you doing?" She stared at Lucas but the question was directed to me. I swallowed nothing before speaking up."Mom, this is Lucas Vanowen. The CEO of the Vanowen group of companies and Lucas is my mom." I introduced. I sighed. "Lucas...? Sounds familiar," she said, squirting her brows.
Thirteen.13.The graceful Saturday Morning came with so much nervousness, curiousness, and the urge to search for hidden answers. I had a feeling something imminent was about to happen. I tiptoed towards Mom's room. Silently, I opened the door and fortunately, she wasn't in. I tiptoed further into the room. I searched the bathroom and closet but she wasn't there. Guess she went out earlier. Cool! My search won't be interrupted. I locked the door to avoid being caught by Mom. Now it's time for 'operation search mom's room' by Detective Krystal. I adjusted my imaginary tie, giving my best smile in front of the mirror. Okay! Back to work now.I rummaged through her drawers, closest but didn't find anything. Hmm! I have practically spent two hours searching for answers. I searched under the bed and luckily, I found an envelope with an official stamp. Very familiar. It looks like a stamp from the white assembly. Hmm! What cou
Fourteen.14." You have to sit and calm your nerves down at least with a glass of wine," I said to a weary Krystal who had been jigging around the room for about 10 minutes now. She had rushed down to my place, like a lion pursuing its prey. She looks wounded and battered for something. "Krystal you have to calm down," I said for the umpteenth time that afternoon. "See Courtney you don't understand." She yelled."Yes of course I don't," I yelled back. "How do you expect me to understand when you've said nothing since you got here?" I said in a calm tone. She sat down looking disheveled."Krystal you have to stop thinking, you are carrying a child and it's not advisable to stress your health," I warned. "Courtney, I know. I know all that but what has been happening lately, is enough to stress me. Enough to drain me." She said wearily and fearfully. "What has been happening? Aside from the pregnancy with Lucas and your mom's persistence in the marriage between you