Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

[Amaka’s POV]

On my eighteenth birthday, I had just graduated from college, and Joseph was my boyfriend. He wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept begging and pressuring me to have sex with him. I had told him that I wanted to wait until after we were married, but Joseph refused to listen. He claimed that I didn’t love him enough, and that was why I didn’t want to sleep with him.

Eventually, I agreed, and here I was in a hotel room with him.

I was a shy blonde girl with a fair complexion, while Joseph was the complete opposite. He was dark-skinned, taller than me, and very handsome. His full black hair framed his face, and I loved him deeply.

Joseph Ericson came from a very wealthy family in Palazzo Town, where we lived. My parents were average workers, so we were not considered as well-off as Joseph’s family.

Joseph had promised to marry me. He was twenty-one years old and studying business at the university, while I was preparing to gain admission and join him there.

I had lied to my mother, telling her that I was going to see a friend while I prepared to write my university entrance examination. Instead, I had sneaked into the hotel room to see Joseph, and now we were together.

“Mm… ah!” I moaned as Joseph moved faster. He groaned against my ear. “Yes, babe. You’re so sweet.”

When he came, he released himself inside me.

“Joseph, it hurts,” I cried.

He kissed my lips warmly, then sat beside me on the hotel bed.

“I’m sorry, my love. I will cherish this forever,” Joseph said, cupping my face before kissing my forehead. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married so I wouldn’t have to leave you.”

I wiped my teary eyes and looked at his handsome face. We were still lying on the hotel bed, the sheets twisted around our legs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

He sighed.

“Look, Amaka, I want you to know that I love you very much. But my family and I are moving to the city next week. You know my father owns a big company there. He informed my siblings and me that he had acquired a new mansion, which means I’ll be leaving with them. We might not get to see each other again.”

My eyes filled with tears as I listened to him.

“But you’ll still call me, right?” I asked, trying to believe that Joseph wouldn’t go to the city and fall in love with another woman. I loved him so much. He was like the air I breathed. My heart and soul belonged to him.

“I promise I won’t forget you. Whenever I’m on vacation, I’ll come to see you. If necessary, I’ll lodge in a hotel, okay? You’re my wife, so stop crying.”

Joseph wiped my tears and drew closer to me on the bed, kissing my lips again.

I was crying and wasn’t in the mood to kiss him.

“Why don’t you take me home with you? Tell your parents that I’m your girlfriend and that you want to marry me. You’ve been hiding me all this time, and you don’t want to introduce me to your mother,” I told him.

Whenever I asked Joseph if I could visit him at his family home, he refused. None of his siblings knew that we were dating, and I felt awkward chatting with his brother online while introducing myself as Joseph’s girlfriend.

“My elder brother isn’t in a relationship,” Aaron would say.

Joseph had kept me hidden, and I didn’t know how long he planned to continue doing so.

“No, Amaka. I promise you, when the time is right, I’ll take you home and introduce you to my family. If I do that now, my parents will get angry and give my inheritance to my younger brother. I have to get established first. After that, I promise we’ll get married.”

Joseph wiped away my sobs.

I wanted to believe him, but a lingering feeling told me that he was lying.

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

My heart grew heavy as I realized that I had just lost my virginity to him, before considering all those questions.

Joseph kissed my lips again and thrust his cock into me, before my mind could register another thought.

I groaned with each deep thrust, and soon, he took me with him to cloud nine.

***

~Four Years Later~

“Mommy, when are you taking me to school?” Jason, my three-year-old son, asked. He was very smart and intelligent for his age.

“Jason, you’re still a baby and aren’t ready to go to school yet,” I told him as I prepared for my new job interview.

“That’s a lie, Mommy!” Jason shouted.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as I stood before my vanity mirror, combing my long blonde hair and spraying on my orange perfume.

“Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you ever seen a baby going to school? You have to stay at home with my friend,” I told him.

He frowned.

“Mommy…” Jason burst into tears, and my best friend, Maureen Austin, came into the room.

“What’s going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my small husband?” Maureen asked as she scooped Jason into her arms.

After I became pregnant, my parents chased me away and refused to support my education. I tried calling Joseph to tell him that I was pregnant, but guess what? He blocked my number and told me to get rid of the baby because he wasn’t ready to become a father.

I couldn’t do that.

I had to beg Maureen for help. She was a tailor who also ran blogs, so she pleaded with her mother on my behalf. Her mother was a single parent, and she allowed me to live with them.

Later, I started creating blogs, too, after Maureen told me that I could do it as a part-time job from home. Before long, my page had one million of followers. I created a page for my son and uploaded cute photos of him.

Many fans loved Jason. He was fair like me, but while I had long blonde hair, he had short light-brown hair.