Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

(Amaka's POV)

It was my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated from high school, and Joseph was my boyfriend. He wouldn't leave me alone, constantly begging and pressuring me to have sex.

I had told him I wanted to wait until after we were married, but Joseph refused. He claimed I didn't love him enough—that was why I wouldn't sleep with him. I finally agreed, and now here I was, in a hotel room with him.

I was a shy blonde girl with very fair skin, but Joseph was the opposite in complexion. He was dark-skinned, taller than me, and incredibly handsome, with short black hair. I loved him deeply.

Joseph Ericson came from a wealthy family in Palazo Town, where we lived, while my parents were average workers. We weren't as well-off as his family.

Joseph had promised to marry me. He was twenty-one 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, telling her I was going to see a friend, even though I was supposed to be preparing for my university admission exam. Instead, I snuck into this hotel to see Joseph. And here we were.

"Mmm… Ah!" I moaned as Joseph thrust into me faster. He moaned in my ear, "Yes, babe. You are so sweet." He reached his climax and released inside me.

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

"I'm sorry, my love. I'll forever cherish this," Joseph said, cupping my pretty face as he kissed my forehead. "I can't seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married right now so I wouldn't have to leave you," he added. I wiped my teary eyes and looked at his handsome face as we lay on the hotel bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, and 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 told my siblings and me that he's acquired a new mansion, so that means I'll be leaving with them. We might not get to see each other again."

My brown eyes welled up with tears as I heard Joseph say that.

"But you'll still call me on the phone, right?" I asked, trying to convince myself 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 you, I won't forget about you. Anytime I'm on vacation, I'll come back to see you. I'll even lodge in a hotel, okay? You're my wife—stop crying." Joseph wiped my tears away and drew closer to me on the bed, kissing 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'm your girlfriend and you want to marry me. You've been hiding me all this time and refusing to introduce me to your mother," I said. I knew that whenever I suggested coming to see him at his family home, he would refuse. None of his siblings even knew we were dating, and I felt so awkward chatting online with his brother and introducing myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

“My elder brother isn't in any relationship,“ Aaron had replied to me. Joseph had kept me completely hidden, and I didn't know how long he planned to continue doing that.

"No, Amy. I promise you, when the time is right, I'll take you home and introduce you to my family. If I do it 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 we'll get married." Joseph wiped away my sobs. I wished I could believe him, but I had this lingering feeling that he was lying to me.

Was he lying?

Did he have another woman in his life?

My heart grew heavy—I had just lost my virginity to him, and now all these doubts flooded my mind.

Joseph kissed my lips again and thrust his huge rod into me, before I could process my questions. I groaned with each deep thrust, but he drove me to ecstasy with him.

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**Four Years Later**

(Amaka's POV)

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

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

"That's a lie, Mom!" Jason shouted. I sighed and rolled my eyes, standing 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 ever seen a baby going to school? You have to stay home with my friend today," I said, and he frowned.

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

"What's going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my little 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 he blocked my number and told me to get rid of it—he said—he wasn't ready to be a father.

I couldn't do that. I had to beg Maureen for help. She was a tailor and blogger, so she pleaded with her mother, who was a single parent. Her mother allowed me to live with them.

Later, I started creating blogs too, as Maureen suggested I could do it as a part-time job from home. My page now had a million followers—I had created a baby page for my son and uploaded cute photos of him.

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