Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

(Amaka's POV)

"Ahh!" I moan as Joseph thrusts into me.

It's my 18th birthday. I have just graduated from high school, and Joseph Ericson is my boyfriend. He won't let me be. He begs and pesters me for us to have sex.

I have told him that I want to wait until after our marriage, but Joseph refuses. He claims that I do not love him enough, and that is why I don't want to sleep with him.

I agree, and here I am in a hotel room with him.

I am a shy blonde girl, very fair in complexion, but Joseph is the opposite. He is dark-skinned, taller than me, and very handsome. He has short black hair, and I love him very much.

Joseph Ericson comes from a wealthy family here in Palazo town, where we live. My parents are average workers, so we are not considered as well off as Joseph's family.

Joseph promises to marry me. He is a 21-year-old man and a business student at the university, while I'm still preparing to gain admission and join him there.

I lie to my mother that I am going to see my best friend, telling her I'm preparing to write my admission exam into the university.

I sneak into this hotel room to see Joseph, and here we are.

"Mm! Ah!" I moan as Joseph thrusts into me faster and moans into my ear, "Yes, babe. You are so sweet." He gets his release and cums inside me.

"Joseph, it hurts," I cry as he kisses me warmly and sits beside me on the hotel bed.

"I am sorry, my love. I will forever cherish this," Joseph says. His hands cup my pretty face as kisses my forehead.

"I cannot seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married, and I wouldn't have to leave you," Joseph says. I wipe my teary eyes and look at his handsome face as we lie on the rumpled hotel bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him, and he sighs.

"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 that my father owns a big company there. He informed my siblings and me that he has acquired a new mansion. That means I will be leaving with them, and we might not get to see each other again."

My eyes well up with tears as I hear Joseph say that to me.

"But you will still be calling me on the phone, right?" I ask him, as I try to believe that Joseph won't get to the city and fall in love with another woman there.

I love him very much. He is like the air that I breathe. My heart and soul want him.

"I promise you, I won't forget about you. Anytime I am on vacation, I will come around to see you. I will lodge at the hotel, okay? You are my wife. Stop crying," Joseph says, his palms wiping my tears away. He draws me closer and kisses my lips.

I'm 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 all this time and refusing to introduce me to your mother," I tell him.

I know that whenever I tell Joseph I want to come and see him at his family house, he refuses.

His siblings don't know that we are dating, and I feel so awkward chatting with his brother online and introducing myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

"My elder brother is not in any relationship," Aaron tells me through our chat.

Joseph keeps me hidden, and I don't know how long he plans to continue doing that.

"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 first get established, and after that, I promise you we will get married," Joseph says, his palms wiping my sobs away.

I wish I could believe his words, but I have this lingering feeling that he is lying to me.

Is he lying to me?

Does he have another woman in his life?

My heart grows so heavy because I have just lost my virginity to him before thinking about all this.

Joseph kisses my lips again and thrusts his dîck into my pụssy, before my mind can register to ask him.

I moan with each deep, relentless thrust, and he takes me to ecstasy with him.

***

Four years later.

"Mom, when are you taking me to school?" my three-year-old son, Jason, asks me. He is smarter and more intelligent than me.

"Jason, you are still a baby and not fit to go to school now," I tell him as I'm preparing for my new job interview.

"That's a lie, Mom!" Jason shouts. I sigh and roll my eyes as I stand 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 at home with my best friend," I tell him, and he frowns.

"Mommy…" Jason bursts out crying hard, and my best friend, Maureen Austin, rushes into the room.

"What's going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my small husband?" Maureen asks me, as she moves to scoop Jason up into her arms.

After I became pregnant, my parents chased me away and refused to sponsor my education. I tried calling Joseph then to tell him that I was pregnant. But guess what? He blocked my line and told me to get rid of it, saying he wasn't ready to father a child.

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

One year later, I started creating blogs too, as Maureen told me I could do it as a part-time job at home. With that, my page gained one million followers, as I created a baby page for my son and uploaded cute photos of him.

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