Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

{Amaka's POV}

"Ahh!" I moaned as Joseph thrust into me.

It was my 18th birthday. I had just graduated from high school, and Joseph Ericson was my boyfriend. He would not let me be—begging me, disturbing me for us to have sex.

I had told him that I wanted to wait until after our marriage, but Joseph refused. He claimed that I did not love him enough, and that was why I did not want to sleep with him. I agreed, and here I was in a hotel room with him.

I am a shy blonde girl with a fair complexion, but Joseph was my opposite. He was dark-complexioned, taller than me, and handsome. He has short black hair, and I love him.

As Joseph Ericson came from a wealthy family here in Palazzo town, my parents were average workers; we were considered not as well off as Joseph's family.

Joseph promised to marry me. He was 21 years old and a business student at the university, while I was preparing to gain admission and join him there.

I had lied to my mother that I was going to see my friend as I prepared for my university admission exam. I sneaked into this hotel room to see Joseph, and here we are.

"Mmm! Ah!" I moaned as Joseph drove into me faster and moaned into my ear: "Yes, babe. You are so sweet." He got his release and cum himself in me.

"Joseph, it hurts," I cried. He kissed me and sat beside me on the hotel bed.

"I am sorry, my love. I will forever cherish this," Joseph said, cupping my face as he kissed my forehead.

"I cannot seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married, and I would not leave you." I wiped my teary eyes and looked at his handsome face as we lay on the hotel bed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him, and he sighed.

"Look, Amaka, I want you to know that I love you. But my family and I are moving to the city next week. You know my father owns a large company there. He informed my siblings and me that he acquired a new mansion, so I will be leaving with them, and we might not get to see each other again."

My eyes welled with tears as I heard Joseph say this.

"But you will still call me on the phone, right?" I asked him, trying to believe that Joseph would not go to the city and fall in love with another woman. I love him. He is like the air that I breathe. My heart and soul wanted him.

"I promise you, I will not forget about you. Whenever I am on vacation, I will come to see you. I will lodge in the hotel, okay? You are my wife; stop crying." Joseph wiped my tears and drew closer to me on the bed, kissing me on my lips again.

I was crying and not in the mood to kiss him.

"Why not take me home with you? Tell your parents that I am your girlfriend and you wish to marry me. You have been hiding me and refusing to introduce me to your mother," I told him.

I knew that whenever I asked to visit his family house, he refused. None of his siblings know that we are dating; I feel awkward chatting with his younger brother online and introducing myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

"My elder brother is not in any relationship," Aaron would say. Joseph kept me hidden, and I did not know how long he planned to continue.

"No, Amy. I promise you, when the time is right, I will take you home and introduce you to my family. If I do that now, my parents will get annoyed and give my inheritance to my younger brother. I have to get established first, and after that, I promise you we will get married," Joseph said, wiping my sobs away.

I wished I could believe him, but I had a lingering feeling that he was lying to me.

*Was he lying to me? Did he have another woman in his life?*

My heart became heavy—I had just lost my virginity to him, before I thought about all this.

Joseph kissed my lips again and thrust his cọck into me, before my mind could register a question.

I moaned with each deep thrust, and there he took me to cloud nine.

******

Four years later.

"Mom, when are you taking me to school?" my three-year-old son, Jason asked me. He was smart and intelligent than I was at his age

"Jason, you are still a baby and not ready for school," I told him as I prepared for my new job interview.

"That's a lie, Mom!" Jason shouted. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and stood by the mirror in my room, combing my long blonde hair and applying my orange perfume.

"Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you seen a baby going to school? You have to stay at home with my best friend," I told him, and he frowned.

"Mommy..." Jason burst out crying, and my best friend, Maureen Austin, came into the room.

"What is going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my small husband?" Maureen asked, scooping Jason up into her arms.

After I got pregnant, my parents chased me away and refused to sponsor my education. I tried calling Joseph to tell him I was pregnant. But guess what? He blocked my line and told me to get rid of it—he was not ready to father a child.

I could not do that. I had to beg Maureen for help. She was a tailor and into blogs, so she pleaded with her mother, who was a single mother, and her mother allowed me to live with them.

Later, I started creating blogs, too, as Maureen told me I could do it as a part-time job at home.

My page has one million followers because I created a baby page for my son and uploaded his cute photos.

Many fans love Jason. He is fair-skinned like me, but while I have long blonde hair, he has short, curly brown hair.