POLLEN’S POV “What do you mean by that?” My mother’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she asked with a look of disbelief on her face, her voice laced with a deep skepticism. “What do you mean by the man you met on the blind date got you pregnant? You didn’t go on the blind date, remember?” She pushed herself forward in her seat to look at me questionably.I couldn’t even look at her face from where I sat on the floor. “I—I did,” I blurted, bowing my head to fiddle with my fingers. “How?!” My mother yelled; she was losing it already. “Didn’t Aunt Maggie give her the wrong address?” Laura, who pretended to be watching TV but listened intently to our conversation, spoke up from the other couch. “I—” I stammered, looking away. “I went to the wrong address and met with the wrong person,” my mother exclaimed, sounding angry now. Laura, on the other hand, spun to look at me. “You had a one-nightstand with your wrong date?” Laura’s eyes almost popped. “You had a one-nightstand wit
POLLEN’S POV Finding his home was as easy as cheese, but no one warned us about the security men hoarding the premises. I stood at the corner, too ashamed to say a word as Mother fought the gigantic guards protecting the entrance. “You have to let us in!” My mother wailed, pushing against the guards, but none of them paid her any attention. They just stood there, stiff as rock. Her attempt at pushing past the guards to reach the gate and making loud noises made me cringe. When her attacks became unbearable, they tossed her back at every attempt to reach the gate. She kept screaming and cursing, so I held my breath in the corner until she took a recess—Patricia never retreats nor surrenders. She took a few steps away from them before looking at me, “Don’t just stand there! Help me out!” She beckoned me to move closer. “Look at her!” She said to one of the guards, who didn’t look like he gave a hoot. “Do you know who she is?” “No, mother. Don’t do this to me,” I begged, m
POLLEN’S POV My heart seized when I saw him, something I thought would never happen. He was clad in a black tuxedo with his hair neatly gelled back and a surprised expression plastered on his face. The moment I laid eyes on him, all thoughts of the previous night fluttered in my mind. He was a distraction, that’s for sure. A very handsome one at that, and I was not used to seeing attractive men in such an odd yet breath-taking way. “Is that him?” My mother asked, breaking my train of thought. “Yes,” I muttered. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that mother was impressed, but she didn’t show it because it wasn’t the right time. “What are you doing here?” His voice was low, yet still held a commanding undertone. His hostility must have jilted mother back to her senses; the silly look of excitement in her face vanished in a blink. I swallowed as if trying to quench a dry mouth. “I think—I think I’m pregnant,” I blurted. Mother slapped me on the shoulder, and I winced. “Yo
RAYMOND’S POV “Come here,” I beckoned her with my eyes. I wasn’t stupid enough to buy the bullshit she was spewing. I watched in amusement as she shook her head repeatedly to indicate she wasn’t going to obey. “I’m talking to you!” I thundered, then paused to rub my perfect jet black hair in frustration. “You can say whatever you want to say to her here!” Her mother, a shrewd woman with an oval face and very pointy nose, stood up in her daughter’s defense. My gaze turned icy, and with how frightened they looked, I could tell they sensed the dark aura surrounding me; the air in the room became heavy and oppressive. Her mother took a few steps backwards when I advanced towards them. I heard the little shrimp whimper when I loomed near. The fear in her eyes was obvious; she shot them to brace herself for the worst, probably expecting me to rip her into shreds. But that wasn’t what I had in mind at all. Instead, I pulled her out of her mother’s cocoon and tilted her head to meet my
POLLEN'S POV With a loud bang, the door was forced open, and my mother appeared. I let the red baggy shirt that was hanging above my chest fall quickly. I was wearing my usual black shorts under the red shirt. She walked toward me with her back straight and a serious expression on her face. Her short brown hair swayed slightly as she went. “What are you doing?” She enquired. Her eyes darted from one side to another, hoping to find what I might be hiding. "Nothing,” I mumbled and left where I was, in front of the mirror to the bed. When it dawned on me that she didn't knock before walking in, I spun to call her out. “Aren't you supposed to knock? Coming in like that isn't acceptable,” I stated calmly. However, she seemed too engrossed in looking around my room to care about my complaint. She stood by the edge of my bed for several seconds. Seeing how nonchalant she was towards my frustration, I left her to slump onto the mattress beside me. All of a sudden, she gasped, and it
POLLEN'S POV “Raymond Beckham?” Mia's eyes narrowed into slits as she racked her brain. “That name sounds familiar.” “Beckham's Groups of Company” I said. She gasped, and her eyes popped. “No freaking way! You are joking,” she squealed. “I'm not,” I mumbled. “Girl! You've hit the jackpot.” She laughed out loud. “Did you listen to what I've been saying all this while?” I looked at her in utter disappointment. “He has someone he is about to marry.” “So?” Mia paused briefly to enquire, then gulped more from her glass. “What do you mean by that? It's clear I'm jeopardizing someone's happiness.” “You are still the same, Pollen. When will you forget about others and put yourself first?” “This is different, Mia.” “It's not! They aren't married yet. Not like you are some side piece trying to take a man from his wife,” she retorted. “It doesn't matter.” “It does,” she persisted. “I can't. I can't imagine myself hurting another person.” My friend slumped back in her seat and exha
POLLEN'S POV Raymond and I agreed to meet at an address his secretary sent me. He initially offered to send a ride to get me, but the thought of one of his numerous luxurious cars pulling up in front of my simple home freaked me out, so I refused. After throwing a simple sleeveless top over a pair of black jeans, I tiptoed downstairs with absolute care. The last thing I wanted to do was let my mother see me sneaking out. I hadn't even told her that the DNA result was out already; I wanted to keep her in the dark until I figured out what I wanted. As I dismantled the fleet of stairs stealthily, my sister's scream almost sent me falling down the few staircases left. “You did it!” Laura screamed with so much enthusiasm. With my hand clutching my chest, I retorted, “You scared the hell out of me.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura screamed. My mother came out of the kitchen with mittens in hand and said, “Pollen is the billionaire's wife to be.” “Who is the billionaire's
MARK’S POV I was in the living room with my phone pressed against my right ear. The one I was calling eventually answered her call after trying countless times. “Emily—” “I told you not to call me again.” “I’m sorry about how I reacted when you told me the news.” “The news?” She snorted, “Mark, what are you talking about?” “The pregnancy, our pregnancy.” “You now refer to it as ‘our pregnancy ’?” She paused, “What changed?” I swallowed hard and looked down in embarrassment even though she wasn't there. “I guess I was taken aback a little bit. You know the nature of our relationship.” “I heard your grandfather's will has been pronounced. Is that why you want my baby and me?” “Nooo—not at all. I just want to do the right thing.” “The right thing, huh?” “You know what? Why don't we sit and talk about our future?” I smiled. “No. I don't want to see you." She ended the call. “That bitch, how'd she know about the Will?” “If you continue like this, you'd never take the compan
Laura’s POV“What are you doing?”“Giving you what you want, of course.”My body arose like a flour kneaded with yeast, my nipples erected and ready to burst out of the white crop top I was wearing.“Not here, please,” I said in a whisper that sounded more like a moan.“Shhhh!” He placed a ding on my lips. It was the first time his bare skin was touching mine. I never imagined his finger barely touching my lips would send such electrifying waves of desire through my entire body.“I will have you wherever I want and whichever way I want." His hoarse voice ordered, “Now, take that top off.”Without questioning a single word he said, I yanked my top over my head. My boobs fell out with a bounce and pointed directly at him.“Now close your eyes and touch yourself; nothing will turn me on more than seeing you play with yourself.”Like a fool, I shut my eyes and touched myself while he stared and watched. I didn’t realise how satisfying having him watch me felt until I experienced it. It w
Laura’s POV“What are you doing?”“Giving you what you want, of course.”My body arose like a flour kneaded with yeast, my nipples erected and ready to burst out of the white crop top I was wearing.“Not here, please,” I said in a whisper that sounded more like a moan.“Shhhh!” He placed a ding on my lips. It was the first time his bare skin was touching mine. I never imagined his finger barely touching my lips would send such electrifying waves of desire through my entire body.“I will have you wherever I want and whichever way I want." His hoarse voice ordered, “Now, take that top off.”Without questioning a single word he said, I yanked my top over my head. My boobs fell out with a bounce and pointed directly at him.“Now close your eyes and touch yourself; nothing will turn me on more than seeing you play with yourself.”Like a fool, I shut my eyes and touched myself while he stared and watched. I didn’t realise how satisfying having him watch me felt until I experienced it. It w
Laura’s POVThe girl I went to sit next to welcomed me whole heartedly, unlike when they will purposely put their bags on empty seats just to avoid being next to me.“Thank you” I muttered politely and turned my attention to the lecturer who immediately looked away like he was caught stealing.The entire class was unable to focus since everyone was whispering about things that were obviously about my new look. I couldn’t only hear them, I could feel their eyes on every part of me.Chase. Where was he? Why wasn’t he in class? Is he even in school? It will be a shame if he doesn’t see me in this dress.The class eventually came to an end and everyone started talking aloud.“Oh my God, who would have thought she is this pretty” A girl started.“I know right” the second girl cooed.“We should go and say hi”“Should we?” When I heard that I spring up abruptly and turned to face the entire class, but came face to face with Queen.“A swine will mistake itself for royalty because it was fo
Laura’s POVChase.His name is Chase.I mean the guy I saw in a class room fucking another girl whom I badly wish I could trade places with.Ever since I saw that incident I haven’t been myself, I had masturbated twice the number of times I usually do, just over the weekend. To make matters worse, it was with no one but Chase. And because of the perverted things I had done with him in my mind, I even feel embarrassed at the thought of bumping into him, even though that was nearly impossible. As I walked through the hallway to my locker that morning, all eyes were on me. If I hadn’t done something else like terminating the air with the fart spray trapped in my locker I would have sworn that someone caught me touching myself while Chase and Amelia, as I got to know was her name after so much digging, had sex. But from the way they held they noses whilst whispering and sniggering, I knew it was the fart spray incident.I exhaled deeply and paused for a second before punching in my new
Laura’s POVIt was a Thursday, two days after Queen had purposely drenched me with tea. I was having a phonology class so I stopped by my locker to get the books I would be needing.I punched in the passcode to my locker and it gave me access. I opened the little space where I keep my stuff only to be hit and nearly killed by a pungent smell that nearly sent me to the afterlife.My face scrunched up and I hurriedly used the hen of the big black hoodies I was putting to protect my nose.“Did she just fart?” A student in the hallway asked.It was only then that I was brought back to my surroundings.I spun to look at the person who spoke with frantic eyes, hoping they’ll believe whatever I was going to say.“No, I didn’t. Someone must have trapped fart spray in my locker” I tried to explain.“You think we are stupid don’t you?” Another student asked, her hands covered her nose and her mouth.“Ewwww” More than half of the crowd that had gathered said in a sync.“I swear it’s not me” I w
Laura’s POV“You definitely did, I can’t recall giving you money for such exquisite things” “Well, Pollen did”“When? Why? That selfish girl can never do anything good for another person”“Then maybe we’ve judged her wrongly all this while, because she gave me twenty grand”“Twenty what?!”“Mum, I’ll fill you in when I return. That’s if I don’t sleep over at Mia’s”“You have to come back tonight. I need to hear everything” She persisted.“Okay Mum”I rushed out of the house as I had only thirty minutes left. Since I no longer use buses, I should be in school before my class starts.The cab guy who has been waiting for a while now was staring at the door when I came out. I walked dismantled the fleet of concrete staircases that spread to pavement where the driver has been waiting.“I’m sorry for keeping you. How much will that cost?”“Seventy-eight bucks, waiting fee inclusive” he said.“Here’s hundred” I gave an additional twenty two dollars.“Thank you” He received it with a smile.
Laura’s POVFor some days now I have staring at my phone, waiting anxiously for Mark’s call.The day he took my number at the bar, he had called my phone right there. That means I got his own number that day too, something that felt too good to be true. But Mark hasn’t called me as he promised, and it scared me at first. I was even tempted to initiate a call, but that would have automatically switched my position with his. It would have turned me from the Prize to the chaser, a situation Shera Seven always warned girls about.“Is everything okay?” My mother asked, her eyes straining hard on a laptop screen.“Yes. Why did you ask?”“You seem distracted”“Well—” My iPhone dinged and I hurriedly sat up when I saw who it was.It was a message from Mark. A big smile appeared on my face. I started to punch on my keypads instantly, but paused mid-way. I locked my phone and kept it away from me.Responding immediately depicts desperation and beautiful women shouldn’t be desperate.“Laura?”
Mia’s POV I clocked in late that morning. My eyes were groggy and my hair still looked messy even after combing it like every other day. “Hello Elsie. Amanda and James” I waved at them absentmindedly as I walked to the empty chair in a corner. I plunged myself in it and sighed. “You are late. Kilan was here to look for you” Amanda who spoke abruptly just Elsie was about to say something. “He did?” I tilted my head to look at her with my sleep depraved eyes. Apart from the cleaning I had been assigned to do for two weeks, which I have been doing for only three days, I haven’t been able to sleep properly. The pains from bending and scrubbing for three days straight has left me aching and groaning in the little sleep I manage to get every night. “He wants you to clean after the chefs in the kitchen instead. He said the employees on the floors you cleaned are complaining of how you suck at cleaning. They’ve been having reactions ever since” That was absurd, I know I might not be t
Natasha’s POV When I left Raymond in a fit of rage, I went to my room to cool off. How could he tell me not to address mere servants the way I want? It felt like he was choosing someone else over me again, even after doing everything I could to get rid of the pauper. I paced the space in my room to organize my thought, but there were just too many things running through my mind which I can’t overlook. Like the pauper for instance, even though she was no longer in his sight he still find ways to think of her. Now he wants to use their failed contract as an excuse to keep in touch with her. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. I will cut every string binding them together, even if it meant paying the compensation money for her. I brought out my phone and scrolled through it for her stupid number. I pressed ‘call’ and it started to ring. She didn’t pick immediately, when she did she refused to say a word. “Hello” I went first. “Hello? What do you want from me?” “Who is it?” I h