Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

Amaka’s POV

“Ah!” I moaned as Joseph thrust into me.

It was my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated high school, and Joseph Ericson was my boyfriend. He had refused to leave me alone—begging, pushing, claiming I didn’t love him enough because I wanted to wait until marriage. In the end I agreed. That was how I ended up in this hotel room with him.

I’m a shy blonde with fair skin. Joseph was the opposite—dark-skinned, taller, strikingly handsome, with thick black hair. I loved him fiercely. His family ranked among the richest in Palazzo Town; mine were ordinary workers. We lived on different sides of the same small world.

Joseph was twenty-one, a business student at the university. I was still preparing for my entrance exams, hoping to join him there. I had lied to my mother, saying I was visiting a friend, then slipped into the hotel room to meet him.

“Um… ah—ha!” I moaned as he drove into me harder.

“Yes, babe. You’re so sweet,” he groaned against my ear. Moments later he finished inside me.

“Joseph, it hurt,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

He kissed me gently and sat up beside me on the hotel bed. “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll always cherish this.” He cupped my face and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I wish we could marry tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to leave you.”

I wiped my eyes and looked at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sighed. “Amaka, I love you. But my family is moving to the city next week. My father bought a new mansion for the company. I’ll be going with them. We might not see each other for a long time.”

My eyes filled again. “But you’ll still call me, right?” I asked, trying to believe he wouldn’t meet someone else the moment he left. He was the air I breathed. My heart and soul belonged to him.

“I promise I won’t forget you. When I’m on vacation I’ll come back—stay in a hotel if I have to. You’re my wife. Stop crying.” He brushed the tears away and kissed me again.

I turned my face. “Why not take me with you? Tell your parents I’m your girlfriend and that you want to marry me. You’ve hidden me the whole time. You won’t even introduce me to your mother.”

Whenever I asked to visit his house he refused. None of his siblings knew we were dating.

Once, chatting with his brother Aaron online, I mentioned I was Joseph’s girlfriend. Aaron had only replied, *My elder brother isn’t in any relationship.*

Joseph kept me a secret, and I had no idea how long he planned to continue.

“No, Amy. When the time is right I’ll take you home and introduce you properly. If I do it now, my parents will cut me out of the inheritance and give everything to my younger brother. Let me get established first. Then we’ll get married. I promise.”

He wiped my tears, but a heavy doubt settled in my chest. Was he lying? Did he already have someone else?

Before I could ask, he kissed me again and pushed back inside me. I groaned at the sharp ache of each thrust, yet he carried us both over the edge once more.

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**Four years later**

“Mom, when are you taking me to school?” my three-year-old son, Jason, asked. He was already sharp—smarter than I had been at his age.

“Jason, you’re still a baby. You’re not ready for school yet,” I said while getting ready for a job interview.

“That’s a lie, Mom!” he shouted.

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and kept combing my long blonde hair in the vanity mirror. A light mist of orange perfume settled on my skin.

“Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you ever seen a baby going to school? You’ll stay home with my friend today.”

His face crumpled. “Mommy…” He burst into hard sobs just as my best friend, Maureen Austin, stepped into the room.

“What’s going on, Amaka? What did you do to my little husband?” she asked, scooping Jason into her arms.

After I got pregnant, my parents threw me out and refused to sponsor my education. I called Joseph to tell him. He blocked my number and told me to get rid of the baby—he wasn’t ready to be a father.

I couldn’t do that. I begged Maureen for help. She worked as a tailor and ran blogs; her mother, a single parent herself, took me in.

Later Maureen suggested I start blogging too—something I could do from home. I created a page dedicated to Jason and posted the cutest photos of him. The page grew to millions of followers. Fans adored him. He inherited my fair skin, though his hair was light brown while mine stayed blonde.