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Sarah’s eyes gradually opened and the first thing she glimpsed made her eyes swing open. “Hun!” She exclaimed as she quickly lifted her head from the pillow.

She looked around the room with a furrowed face, staring at the luxurious wardrobe and the bed she was sitting on.

“How did I get here?”

She tried to remember what happened last night and how she ended up here, but her brain stopped working when she heard the honk of the cars from last night again. 

“Fuck!” She whispered. She stretched her head to look at the door covered with the wardrobe angle. “Anyone here, please,”

Her voice was low and no one would hear her, so she spoke louder. “Who’s there, please.”

“I’m here!” A lady in a knee-length skirt and shirt rushed in. She stood before Sarah and bowed her head. “Good morning, ma. How’s your night?”

“Good morning,” Sarah responded. “I don’t know what my night was like, just like I’ve no memory of how I got here,”

She looked at the lady’s face and threw questions. “Who are you? And please, where on earth am I?”

“I’m Katie,” the lady introduced. She wore a smile and proceeded. “We’re in one of the four enormous bedrooms in a luxurious mansion. Namely, Harrison Villa VI, Iderade city.”

“And how do I get here?” Sarah interrogated.

“I don’t know either. I received a call from my boss, ordering me to rush here to look after someone, and getting here, I met you lying on the bed,” Katie explained. “He just added I shouldn’t disturb you and I should give whatever you want.”

Sarah furrowed her face, confused. “Who is your boss?”

“Be patient, ma. You’ll find out when he returns.” Katie spoke with a cool voice to avoid sounding rude or getting Sarah angry.

Sarah took the duvet off her body. “I can’t wait for him to return. When he returns, tell him I’m grateful.” She let out and crawled forward.

Katie whiffled her head in opposition. “You can’t leave without his permission.” Katie declared.

“Is this an abduction?” Sarah stopped and stared at Katie’s face. “You can’t reveal his identity and neither do I have an interest in him,”

“Let me go or I’ll call the police,” she threatened. She touched her body in search of her phone and looked around the room, but couldn’t find it. “Where’s my phone?”

“Calm down, please. I didn’t keep your phone. I can allow you to leave, but I have to follow rules or I’ll face the consequences,” Katie persuaded in a cool voice. “I believed my boss only helped you and I can assure you he isn’t a bad guy. Just let me inform him you’re awake. Please.”

Katie sounded promising, so Sarah believed her and sat back. “Okay.”

“Thanks,” Katie bowed her head. “I don’t know what you’ll take, so I haven’t prepared a meal. Should I get you a coffee or tea for relaxation?”

“I want wine. Alcoholic one.” Sarah requested and her eyebrows raised up. It was what she wanted, but she didn’t intend to say it. 

“Hun!” Katie toned, confused.

“Tea,” she requested, and, feeling embarrassed to look at Katie’s face, she got down from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. “I want to use the restroom.”

Katie wore a sour smile. “Feel free…”

←Few minutes later→

Katie entered the room with a cup of tea in her hands and walked to the bed. “This is the tea, ma.”

“Thanks,” Sarah uttered. She lifted her head from the bed header and as she lengthened her hand to collect the tea, the door banged open and her gaze directed at the door.

Seeing the guy at the entrance, she quickly closed her eyes and shook her head, thinking she was hallucinating, but opening her eyes to see him again, she furrowed her face.

“Harold?!” she called in disbelief.

Harold joggled his head and inserted his hands in his pocket, taking his steps slowly. “Yes, it’s me,” he confirmed with his lips occupied with a beam. He ceased walking and looked into her eyes. “Long time, no see, Sarah. How’ve you been?”

Sarah lowered her gaze and closed her mouth as she turned to Katie. “Is he your boss?”

“Yes, ma.” Katie confirmed.

Sarah withered her face and stared downward. “What’s going on in my life presently?” She wondered. “Why am I falling from a frying pan into a fire? And not just any fire, but the depth of it?”

She raised her gaze to look at his face. “Why do I come across you and not someone else?” She threw a question.

“Because the universe wants the best things that you deserve for you.” Harold gave an immediate response.

“You’re a-” Sarah controlled her tongue- she had a lot on her mind, but wasn’t interested in talking to him.

She exhaled softly to calm herself. “Thanks for today,” she rushed down from the bed and walked past Harold, heading towards the door. “I’m out of here and I wish we never cross paths again.”

Harold turned around and watched her paced to the door and as she laid her hand on its handle, he threw a question. “Sarah, we haven’t met in four years. Are you sure you don’t want to talk to me?”

Sarah clenched the handle and ground her teeth for a second before she turned around, and immediately as her eyes landed on his, she asked, “what do you expect I should say?”

She widened her eyes in outrage. “Should I have jumped into your arms and cried about how much I’ve missed you?”

Harold discharged a soft breath. “If you’ve nothing to say to me, Sarah, I’ve got a lot to discuss with you, and I hope you’ll hear me out.”

Sarah shook her head. “You’re a duper and I won’t spare even a second to hear your lie. Never. Just like I’ve nothing to say, I won’t listen to anything either.”

“I may mean nothing to you now, but for the sake of what I meant in the past, just hear me out. Please.” He requested.

Sarah scoffed. “The past?” She repeated, amazed. She pointed her finger at his face and let out, “the bygone is bygone, but that past, I don’t want to talk about it, and don’t you ever mention it again.”

“We couldn’t communicate before I traveled then-” he has a lot to say, but she cut him off.

“You didn’t travel, Harold, you disappeared,” she corrected, rolling her eyes. “There’s a difference, so don’t mix it up.”

“I didn’t-” he still wanted to talk, but she had no interest.

Sarah raised her right hand to shut him up. “I’ve no interest in your reason,” she declared. “You saved me last night, but that doesn’t make you my hero. I would rather curse for rescuing me,”

Tears rose in her eyes, but she caged them beneath her eyelids. “You should have left me to die. At least, it would be better than what I’m facing right now,”

She sniffed and looked into his eyes. “Harold, I regret ever crossing paths with you. I hate you, hate myself, and every fucking thing happening in my life,” she lamented in a raised voice because of the pain roasting her mind at the moment.

She licked her upper lips and blew a heavy air through her mouth before she spoke with a lowered voice. “If possible, Harold, let’s never cross paths again.”

“If staying away will make you happy, I’ll do so. I’ll watch from afar, but if I see you sad again, I won’t hold back. I’ll do all it will cost to make you happy.” He promised.

Sarah chuckled. “I would rather die in pain than share it with you,” she expressed. “Don’t poke your nose in my business. You helped me won’t make me welcome you,”

“You can’t stay around in my life. Stay far away from me. I don’t need you.”

Harold tightened his lip and nodded. “Anyhow you want it,”

He walked to her front and took out her phone from his trouser pocket and handed it to her. “The doctor said you should take adequate rest to avoid endangering the blessing’s health.”

She stared at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” She questioned.

Harold filled his lips with a grin. “Congratulations, Sarah. The doctor confirmed you’re pregnant.” He announced.

Sarah’s eyes widened, and her lips quivered. “That… that’s not possible! I can’t be pregnant?”

“Why isn’t it possible? The doctor already confirmed it.”