PARISThe sound of a knock on the door brought me back to my senses. Aghast at how weak I had allowed myself to be, I pushed Brad with all the strength I could muster.I turned and was about to enter the toilet when he pulled me back and said, "Please hear me out, Paris."I instinctively raised my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He let me go and I dashed into the toilet and locked myself inside.The knock on the exit door persisted and I heard it open, and female voices questioning, "Why are you in here?""What are you doing in the female washroom?""What is wrong with the male washroom?"It appeared Brad did not give an answer to their questions but simply walked out. As I listened to the women washing their hands and discussing how Brad was a shameless man, I felt ashamed of myself and hoped they would not discover I was there.I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally heard them leave. Thinking back to what had happened earlier got me thinking; Trisha was here earlier and now Bra
Brad sat on his bed drinking. After leaving the washroom last night, he had seen Tiffany approaching and immediately hid.He had a feeling she was temperamental since he had seen how she quickly slapped Trisha without restraint when she showed up. He was aware she was a celebrity and knew that he would go down if she started a fight with him.After Tiffany passed, he hurried out, got into his car, and left. He couldn't believe he had really kissed Paris. It felt just like a dream.He knew she was emotional at that moment, seeing the tears in her eyes and how she kept moving backward. However, the fact that she had momentarily given in to him made him feel on top of the world.He had only planned to speak to Paris when he followed her in there but he lost control of his emotions. Now, he was convinced that she still had feelings for him. He just needed to get her forgiveness and make her see that he was a changed man.But how was he going to do that when she had blocked all avenues to
PARIS I kept staring at my mom as the latter continued trying to seduce the older man. He grabbed her breasts briefly, spanked her butt cheeks, and pushed her away, "Get lost. If I want a bitch I'll go for a younger one and not an old hag."My mother stared down at the man and began to insult him. I felt so ashamed that I could not bear to stand and watch any longer. I ran out of the club and did not stop until I got to my car.I started my car and drove away. As I drove back home, my eyes brimmed with tears as I wondered, "Didn't she leave me so she could have a better life? Of all the things she could have done with her life, why this?"When I got home, I sat in my car and thought about what to do. I didn't want to have any relationship with the person who abandoned me when I needed someone the most. However, I could not turn a blind eye to the fact that she was sick and also peddling her body for money.When my phone began to ring, I realized it had gotten very late and hurried in
Paris wanted to walk away at first but then she recalled what her mom had told her. More than anything, she wanted to cut off Brad from her life completely and go back to the way things were before he showed up, but she didn't know how else to do it. Perhaps she could try having a conversation with him and possibly make a clean break."Get up, Brad," she told him.He shook his head, "No, Paris. If this is the only way I will get you to speak to me and hear what I have to say, then I'm willing to kneel here for the rest of my life."She scoffed, "Stop being so melodramatic because it doesn't suit you. I'll call you later. Until then, have a nice day."With these words, she locked her car and walked into her company. As she made her way into her office, she called her driver to come get her keys so he could drive her car into the company's garage.After Paris walked away, Brad realized that people were stopping and staring at him. He felt embarrassed and got up. He had thought Paris wou
Brad stared at the Café he was going to meet Paris and hesitated.When he first got her call and heard her say she wanted to speak to him, he was so excited that he rushed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, trimmed his stubble, and took his bath.He wore a white polo shirt, black jeans pants, and white sneakers. He used his favorite cologne and only left his house after carefully observing his reflection in the mirror.It was a good thing Paris had set their meeting to take place forty minutes later because it gave him ample time to get ready. However, now that he was staring at her car which was parked in front of the Café, he was filled with fear.He had earlier seen Paris kissing another guy. What if she wanted to say goodbye to him? He felt a knot in his stomach but knew that he could not keep her waiting for much longer.Eventually, he got out of his car and went into the Café. As she saw him approaching, Paris began to feel uneasy.He looked more handsome than he did when she s
Paris quickly turned Brad over since he was lying on his belly. She checked his breathing and realized he was unconscious."What happened to you?" She cried.She struggled to lift him from the ground and put him in the back seat of her car. Afterward, she thought about who to call and realized there was no one from his family whom she knew.She decided to take him to her family's hospital and quickly drove away in her car.At the hospital, she sat down and stared at him as he laid unconscious on the bed. She recalled how he had told her that he didn't feel too good. At the time, she had thought he was lying and just wanted to ride with her.Nevertheless, she let him ride in her car and told herself that it was goodbye after all. What if she had refused and driven away? What if he had slumped by the side of the road and wasn't rushed to the hospital in time? Or what if she didn't come out of her car at the bus stop and quickly drove off?Her hands shook as she thought about everything
Paris turned her attention away from everyone and quickly went on her knees, hugging Angel as she asked, "What are you doing here, honey?""I scrapped my arm," Angel replied sadly while showing Paris an injury she had sustained while playing at home."Her parents and daughter's nanny all came into the elevator at this time, while ignoring Brad who had moved to the side to make room for them."Good evening, everyone," he said but only the nanny answered his greeting. He was still shocked that a little girl who looked just like he did when he was a kid had called Paris 'Mommy' and Paris was truly acting like her mother at that point, asking the little girl how she hurt her arm with eyes brimming with tears.As he stared at the little girl, he could also see a little resemblance to Paris and she seemed to be around six. This could only mean one thing; the little girl was his daughter with Paris. This meant he had gotten her pregnant that night.He could not blame her for not telling him a
PARISMy heart skipped a beat. Of course, Brad figured it out. He didn't ask me about Angel's identity but spoke about her in a way that showed he was sure of what he was saying."I think you should worry more about your health first," I told him. "If there's anything for us to talk about, we'll do it afterward. Goodnight."I was about to hang up when he said, "Hold on, Paris. First of all, I want to thank you for bringing me to the hospital. You chose to save my life when you had the opportunity to be rid of me forever. I also want to thank you for unblocking my number. I really appreciate it.I've spoken to the doctor and he said I will be discharged first thing in the morning. I will eat healthily and follow the doctor's directions. That is a promise.I am strong enough to walk. Please let's meet tomorrow, I'm really anxious.""Fine then, I'll call you in the evening," I replied before hanging up.I sighed and threw my phone on my bed. I could not deny that I was very scared. If Br