Chapter 6

JOSEPH POV

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

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

My family cannot know that I had an affair with a poor girl. Although I broke Amaka's virginity, that did not mean I had to marry her. But nevertheless, she was the most pretty 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 than shocked to see me, but I switched to my stoic side, maintaining my professionalism. I had to pretend I never knew her, but my manhood kept twitching in my boxers, longing for her wonderful touch.

"Um, have a seat," I gestured for her.

Amaka tried to ask me if I knew her, but no way was I 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, and 24 years old. You guessed right. I lied to Amaka Richard about my age.

I was 25 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 looked in that body-hugging red dress, I could not get her out of my mind.

Amaka came from an average family and was easily gullible. When I approached her 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 only thought about marriage. She wanted me to marry her—an eighteen-year-old girl. I only wanted sex, so my body would calm down from the level of effect she had on me. I had no idea that my father was planning to relocate after his last successful business deal, which made him even more famous.

Dad disclosed to my mother and the three of us that we would no longer live in Palazzo town. We had to move to the Island of the city, where he could afford more luxury and a comfortable lifestyle. This cut my relationship with Amaka short, as I would have loved to sleep with her again and again, before I relocated with my family.

Amaka was heartbroken after I'd slept with her. She 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 29-year-old man now, and I will be 30 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 25 and recently graduated. Although he has no interest in business and focuses on filming and skit making, my father would not accept that and wanted to force Aaron into managing the company branch. But Aaron did not care.

Well, 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 from a different number after I blocked her line, trying to forget about her.

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

"My goodness!" I was 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, as I felt so bad cutting her off.

I warned Amaka never to call me again, saying, "Don't ever call me again, Amaka. We had sex only once. You refused me from touching you, so how can you conceive from that encounter?"

"But..." she began.

"No but. I used protection, and I remember withdrawing from you when we made love again!" I stated firmly to her. "Go on and look for who else you slept with and pin your child on him. Do not 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 have not forgotten about her? I was so confused, but seeing her smiling with Simon made me jealous.

Amaka was very beautiful, and she has 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 lips.

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

"That's right. I will be going back home now," I replied, rising from my office chair. I shut down my laptop and packed it up to leave the company. I set it into my briefcase, as I had some unfinished business to do.

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

I got engaged to Nina last month because my father was on my neck, insisting that I marry Nina and that there was nothing else I was waiting for. We were rich, and likewise Nina's family. Under my father's pressure, I verbally got engaged to Nina, even though it was not what I wanted.

Nina was a business administrator. She was very professional and managed one of her father's private businesses. She was classic 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 slept with a few women that I paid to do the deed.

Nina would not let me touch her, as she said no sex until we are married.

I respected Nina's choice, and since my father wanted us to marry, I respected my father a lot. He came from a humble background and worked hard to achieve the height he is at today. I could not say no to my father, so I complied and engaged Nina Stanley.

I did not engage Nina because I love her. I do not feel anything for her, but I do 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 that I had long buried—feelings of 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 big brown eyes held mine—made my dîck twitch, longing for her touch.

"You can leave, Tyler. I will leave soon. Let me answer this call," I told Tyler, and he replied, "Alright, boss."

Tyler exited my office, and I answered my incoming call. "Hello, babe."