Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

AMAKA

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

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

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 was a shy, blonde girl with a fair complexion, but Joseph had the opposite complexion. He was dark-skinned, taller than me, and extremely handsome. He had full jet black hair, and I loved him.

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

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

I had lied to my mother, telling her that I was going to see my friend, Maureen, while I prepared to write my university entrance exam. I snuck into this hotel room to see Joseph, and here we were.

“Fuck. Ah!” I moaned as Joseph thrust into me faster. He moaned into my ear, “Yes, babe. You are so sweet.”

He climaxed inside me.

“Joseph, it hurt,” I cried as he kissed my lips warmly and sat beside me on the hotel bed.

“I’m sorry, my love. I will 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 so I wouldn’t have to leave you.”

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 him.

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

My eyes filled with tears when I heard Joseph say that.

“But you will still call me on the phone, right?” I asked him. I tried to believe that Joseph wouldn’t get to the city and fall in love with another woman there. I loved him very much. He was like the air I breathed. My heart and soul wanted him.

“I promise you, I won’t forget about you. Whenever I’m on vacation, I will come around to see you. Otherwise, I will stay in a hotel, okay? You are my wife, so stop crying.”

Joseph wiped my tears away, drew closer to me on the bed, and kissed 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 that you wish to marry me. You have been hiding me all this time and don’t want to introduce me to your mother,” I told him.

Whenever I told Joseph that I wanted to 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 and introducing myself as Joseph’s girlfriend.

*My elder brother is not in any relationship,* Aaron texted me one Saturday morning.

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

“No, babe. I promise you that 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. After that, I promise you, we will get married,” Joseph said, wiping my sobs away.

I wished that 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 grew heavy. I had just lost my virginity to him before I thought about all these things.

Joseph kissed my lips again and thrust his dîck into me, before I could ask him. I groaned with each deep thrust, and he took me to cloud nine with him.

* * * *

FOUR YEARS LATER

“Mom, when are you taking me to school?” Jason, my three-year-old son asked me. He was very intelligent.

“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, Mom!” Jason shouted.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as I stood by the vanity in my room, combing my long, blonde hair and spraying 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.

“Mommy . . .” he frowned.

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 me as she scooped Jason into her arms.

After I became pregnant, my parents chased me away and refused to sponsor 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 and ran blogs, 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, because Maureen told me that I could do it as a part-time job from home. Through that work, my page gained one million followers. I created a baby page for my son and uploaded cute photos of him.

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