Harley's POVAntonio didn't say what I wanted to hear. He didn't talk about making babies and that was the exact thing I needed to hear from him to assure me that this baby is accepted and I have no problem whatsoever.This is the only thing stopping me from accepting this proposal. This is what I have always dreamt of.A proposal.To be married. To him.I didn't expect this but I guess it was meant to be a surprise. Grandma is even here but she isn't looking happy.It was when Antonio helped me up from the floor and carried me in a bridal style to take me up to his room that I was able to wipe my tears and stop crying.Alexis wouldn't stop asking me why I was crying.We have been sitting in silence in his room for more than 20 minutes and I am sure the guests downstairs would have gone home.I don't want him to do ahead with this because a baby is involved. This is why I didn't accept him but went ahead to tell him that I was pregnant. This way, he can quickly change his mind about g
Harley's POVTWO MONTHS LATERIt is rainy outside and my insides are in disarray.As soon as Antonio steps beside me, my hands shake vigorously and my heart thumps wildly in my chest as if it will soon burst out.He entwines his left hand with my right hand and squeezes it in assurance. I snap my head to exchange glances with him.His eyes hold more than assurance and it makes everything more surreal. It holds hope. For a good and promising future.I hope for happiness. Till eternity.I hope for joy. Everlasting.His eyes hold love. True love.And it holds peace. It feels as if a bowl of water has been poured all over me the moment I turn away from him, taking deep slow breaths, wanting to push down the nervousness and face the reality of what is about to happen today. And now.I am a bride.A bride dressed in a white, sleeveless wedding gown, the silhouette of the dress is fitted through the bodice and starts to flare out at the waist in a triangular fashion. Antonio is dressed in
Harley's POV "I…I...am.. going to London", Jim stutters, squeezing his eyes shut. My mouth hangs open as shock courses through me. I can't process what he means by going to London. Is he talking about us? If that is it, then it's good news, even though I am going to miss my job. "London? What's happening there?" I close my open mouth and question him, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the loud pounding of my heart. "I got a job offer there." He informs me. "That's great news. When are we going?" I watch him intensely, studying his countenance. I am facing him squarely outside his apartment, watching the rainbows after a heavy downpour when he announced the news to me. Jim has been my boyfriend for 5 years and he has been searching for a job since he lost the former one, all to no avail. He has no qualifications and that has made the search so difficult. "I'm going alone, Harley", he says and I raise my head instantly, glaring at him. "But I'll be ba
Harley's POVI got to work half an hour later and Anita got off work happily after presenting the files of the two patients who are inside wards 2 and 10 respectively.I saunter towards ward 2, after changing my clothes. There is a boy of 10 years watching me as I enter. There is a deviant look on his face. I plaster a smile on my face, despite my frustration. This is what it takes to be a nurse."Hello pretty boy", I say and move closer. He is a pretty boy with blue eyes. He is looking calm and he isn't looking like someone who is sick. I open his file and read through it. When I bring out the injection, I can see the fear on his face."Don't worry, I'll be gentle", I assure him but the boy stands up and makes for the door. I am quick to catch him.So much for coming from the slum, I muse to myself.I am a well-trained judoist
Antonio's POVWhen I wake up from my deep slumber, I groan remembering what happened earlier. I have no idea what that crazy girl gave me that made me sleep for so long. I am sure she knows nothing of me, if not she wouldn't have done that. I am going to show her who I am, no one messes with me and goes scot-free, except Xavier's gang because I have no power to fight them.I am sure it was one of Xavier's men who shot me.Xavier, Brandon, and I have come a long way, we used to be good friends until something tragic happened, and that will be a story for another day. Xavier and I became enemies and since Brandon is always by my side, Brandon became his enemy too but his hatred for me surpasses that of Brandon's.
Harley's POVI can't believe the doctor fired me because of the idiot guy. I never thought the doctor would do that. I thought he liked me. I could see the look of defeat on the so-called Billionaire's face and a look of pity on his friend's face and Anita's.I picked up my things and left the hospital.As soon as I get home, I walk into the house to see my grandmother knitting another cardigan for me in the living room. The last one she did was for Jim.Seeing her in the wheelchair makes the realit
Antonio's POVMy emotions are all over the place as Brandon drives me back home. In silence, my jaw tightens, and I grit my teeth in anger, remembering how that crazy lady rejected my offer. I can't believe she is so proud despite being poor. I am employing her to be my personal nurse so I can take my revenge on her and show her the stuff I am made of, even though I have no plans to deprive her of her payment. Who the hell does she think she is? She did not only pierce me hard on the buttocks, but she also insulted and humiliated me. How could she?The more I think of what happened between us, especially how she rejected me without giving it any thought like I thought she would is the most annoying. It is making me restless because I can't take my revenge on her anymore. I don't even know where she lives but I have gotten her full name from the doctor. Harley Davidson. A first-level Nurse.I hear a chuckle and I snap my head towards Brandon who is driving with a soft smile forming
Harley's POVAfter I ended the call with the arrogant man, I dropped the phone and stared into space, thinking of what just happened. Why the hell is he asking me to become his personal nurse? So he can deal with me, use me the way he wants, humiliate me and make me beg for money? I don't even understand what he wants.Is he this foolish not to know that I am not a girl who will stoop so low to grab the opportunity of being a personal nurse for an arrogant fool like him? I don't even care if he is a billionaire or not. His behavior and lack of approach are totally out of it. I just feel bad that he has a good look. He ought to be as ugly as a duckling. That appearance would have fitted his dark and stupid mind.I blow a sigh and lean back on the headboard.Grandma must have heard me crying before Jim called me. I heard the sound of her wheelchair fading away. I feel she doesn't need to know what is happening. I don't want to tell her that I lost my job and I can't afford to pay her