CHAPTER 6

[Joseph's POV]

Seeing Amaka again after four years of ending my relationship with her made my blood boil.

I had tried hard to forget her, but it was the hardest thing I did.

My family could not know that I had an affair with a poor girl. Although I broke her virginity, that did not mean I must marry her. Nevertheless, she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen.

When Amaka walked into my office, my heart skipped several beats and I gasped for air.

My jaw dropped in surprise, but I swiftly composed myself when I saw the shock on her face.

Amaka was more shocked to see me, but I switched to the stoic side of myself and maintained my professionalism. I had to pretend I never knew her, but my manhood kept twitching in my boxers, longing for her touch.

"Um, have a seat," I gestured.

Amaka tried to ask if I knew her, but there was no way I was going back. I had moved on, and my father wanted me to marry a senator’s daughter. Her father owned several businesses and was a great philanthropist.

Her name was Nina Stanley. She was tall, pretty, fair-skinned and twenty-four years old.

Previously, I lied to Amaka Richard about my age.

I was twenty-five years old when I met Amaka. I was coming from the gym that day when I saw her going home with her younger sister.

Amaka wore a sleeveless red dress, and seeing how beautiful she was in that body-hugging red dress, I could not get her out of my mind.

She came from an average family and was easily gullible.

When I approached Amaka then, I was scared she would reject me if I told her my real age, so I lied to her just to get her to date me.

I showered Amaka with gifts, but she was only thinking about marriage.

She wanted me to marry her—an eighteen-year-old girl. I only wanted sex so that my body would calm down from the effect she had on me.

I had no idea that my father was planning to relocate after his last successful business deal that made him more famous.

Dad disclosed to my mother and the three of us that we would not be living in Palazo town again. We had to move to the Island of the city, where he could afford a more luxurious and comfortable lifestyle. This cut my relationship with Amaka short. I would have loved to sleep with her again and again, before I relocated with my family.

Amaka was heartbroken after I had slept with her. She had delayed us having sex because she said she wanted to keep her virginity until marriage. She did not want to lose herself to just any man, and I lied to her that I would marry her just to eat her juicy cake.

I am a twenty-nine-year-old man now and will be thirty in a month. My father handed over this company branch to me after I proved my worth, while he continued with his new establishment on the Island.

As for my younger brother, Aaron, he is twenty-five and recently graduated. Although he had no interest in business and was into filming and skit making, my father would not have that and wanted to force Aaron into managing the company branch. But Aaron did not care.

Now I am confused about what to do.

Seeing that questioning look on Amaka’s face, I knew I had wronged her. I recalled she later called me with a different number after I blocked her line, trying to forget about her.

I recalled that night Amaka called me and told me she was three months pregnant.

I felt shocked, as I was at home with my mother. Mom noticed the change in my demeanor and tried to ask me what the problem was. She said, “What’s wrong, Joseph? You look so tense, like you heard bad news. What happened?”

“Nothing, Mom. Excuse me.” I quickly retreated to my room on the top floor and made it clear to Amaka that we were over. That was the worst day of my life. I felt so bad cutting her off.

I warned Amaka never to call me again.

“Don’t ever call me again, Amaka. We had sex only once. You refused to let me touch you, so how could you conceive from that encounter?”

“But…” Amaka began.

“No buts. I used protection and I remember withdrawing from you when we made love!” I stated firmly. “Go and look for who else you slept with and pin your child on him. Don’t call me again.”

Damn it!

The memory came flooding back now, and I am confused about what to do.

Should I own up that I know Amaka Richard?

Should I tell her I am sorry and that I had not forgotten about her?

I felt confused, but seeing Amaka smiling with Simon made me jealous.

Amaka was very beautiful, and she had a cute dimple on her chubby cheeks.

I could not look away from her face, and I recalled how heavenly it tasted kissing her lovely pink lips.

“Sir, it is 7 p.m. and most of the staff have left. Aren’t you going home today?” My head of security, Tyler Ivan, came into my office and spoke to me.

“That's right. I will be going home now,” I replied, rising from my office chair.

I shut down my laptop, packed it up, and prepared to leave the company. I placed it in my briefcase as I had some unfinished business to do.

My phone rang, startling me out of my trance. I picked it up from my office desk where I had kept it. I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Nina calling me.

Last month, I got engaged to Nina because my father was on my neck, insisting that I marry her.

“There was nothing else you should be waiting for, Joseph. We are rich, and so is Nina’s family," my father had said.

Under my father’s pressure, I got engaged to Nina even though it was not what I wanted.

Nina was a business administrator. She was professional and managed one of her father’s private businesses. She was classy and not the type of lady to mess with.

I love sex, and even after I fell out with Amaka and moved to the city, I had slept with a few women that I paid to do it with.

Nina would not let me touch her. She said no sex until we are married.

I respected Nina's choice, and since my father wanted us to marry, I complied. I respect my father a lot. He came from a poor family background and worked hard to reach the height he is at today.

I could not say no to my father's request. So I engaged Nina Stanley.

I did not engage Nina because I loved her. I do not feel anything for her, but I respect her professionalism. It gives me a sense of peace that she will educate my children well, and that she is not a loose woman.

But now that I have seen Amaka Richard again, memories I had long buried and feelings from the past that I tried so hard to forget came rushing back into my mind.

Even thinking about Amaka now—her smile, her looks, and the way her large brown eyes held mine—made my dîck twitch in my pants with longing desires for her touch.

“You can leave, Tyler. I will leave soon. Let me answer this call,” I told Tyler. He replied, “Alright, boss.”

Tyler exited my office, and I swiftly answered the incoming call. “Hello, babe.”