We drove into our compound. I quickly stepped out of the car, running straight into the house.My mum was seated in the living room. Her eyes lit up as she saw me. “Shimma, you're back so quickly,” she said to me, but I ignored her, running upstairs to my room.I closed the door, leaning against it as I slid down, grabbing both my knees to my chest. I can't believe this is happening.As I sat there and cried, I noticed I had left my phone in the car. I needed to speak with Mr. Mattias. I needed to know if this was really the end.I got to my feet, making my way downstairs. I noticed my dad was on a call with someone, but strangely he was using my phone. And he was yelling. What the hell?“I need you to stop calling my daughter. Mattias, this friendship is over. Stay away from my family. But mostly, stay away from Shimma. This is your last warning,” he said, hanging up.My mother, who had a confused look, asked, “What's wrong?” My father was about to respond when he turned to me as I
“I have my ways. And I'll do anything just to see you. I'm not letting go. Never,” he said, being to take my lips when I jolted to the sound of a knock on my door….“Shimma! Can I speak to you for a second?” I heard my dad say. I turned back to Mr. Mattias. “You need to leave,” I said. He frowned. “Why? You can ignore him. I just want us to talk right now,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can't ignore him. I mean, I forgot to lock the door, and he can come inside any moment now,” I said, panicking. “Shimma, I am coming in,” my father said as I heard my door gently open. “Oh God, I'm in trouble,” I muttered, breathing heavily as I quickly opened the bathroom door, closing it swiftly and leaving Mr. Mattias inside my bathroom. **MR. MATTIAS'S POV** I watched Shimma walk out of the bathroom to the room where Derry was already waiting for her. I pressed my ear to the door so that I could hear their conversation. “I was calling you. Why weren't you responding?
My father went ahead to open the bathroom door, revealing an empty bathroom. I could feel my heart almost escaping my chest.That was fucking close. But how did he get out so fast? The fact that he had to climb through my window, just to see me. Made me fall inlove with him even more.Seeing that there was no one in my bathroom. My father turned back to me. “Look Shimma, here is your phone. I have blocked and deleted his number. And i hope this is the last time he is mentioned in this family,” He. Handed my phone to me but i refused to take it. I mean, of what use would my phone be to me when i wouldn't be able to reach Mr Mattias. “Okay, I'll just drop it right here,” he said, dropping it on my bed side table. Slowly, he advanced towards the door. But turned to me again.“Shimma, I'm not against your happiness. This thing between you and Mattias. It—it wouldn't work. You might not know this now, but trust me, you'll come to find out later. I only want the best for you. I'm your fat
SHIMMA'S POVThe silence in my room felt suffocating as I sat on my bed, staring at the phone my father had left behind. My heart raced with the fear of not knowing where Mr. Mattias was or if he was safe after his escape. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing something precious, something I had just begun to understand.I picked up my phone, running my fingers over the screen as if it might magically connect me to him. The thought of my father’s words echoed in my mind: “It wouldn’t work.” But how could he know what was in my heart?Just then, my phone began buzzing against my palm. I frowned, staring at the caller ID that stated “Private Number.” I hesitated, but my instincts urged me to answer.“Hello?” The voice on the other end sent a jolt of electricity through me. My heart raced as I recognized it.“Mattias?” I breathed, barely able to contain my excitement.“Shimma, thank God! I was worried,” he said, his voice a mix of relief and urgency.“I can’t believe you called!
My mother sighed, stepping closer as if to bridge the gap between us. “Shimma, please. Your father and I are just trying to protect you. You’re too young to be involved with someone like Mattias.”I felt my chest tighten at the mention of his name. “You don’t understand! It’s not about age; it’s about how I feel. I love him!”Her eyes widened in shock. “Love? You’re infatuated, sweetie. This isn’t real love; it’s a crush. You’ll see that once you’re away from him.”“No, you’re wrong!” I argued, frustration spilling over. “You don’t know what we have. He’s not just some fling; he’s someone who actually cares about me. He makes me feel different, i know it's love, and i don't need anyone to tell me otherwise. It's my feelings, not yours!““Shimma, listen to yourself,” she said softly, her tone shifting to a more pleading one. “You’re talking about a man who is much older than you. He has a life, responsibilities. This whole thing is just a game.”I clenched my fists, feeling trapped. “
“SHIMMA, TALK TO ME. WHAT'S WRONG?” My phone buzzed, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I glanced at the screen, my fingers flying over it as I typed.“MY PARENTS DON’T UNDERSTAND. THEY WANT TO SEPARATE US. THEY THINK IT’S JUST A PHASE.”His reply came swiftly, as if he had been waiting for my words. “I’M COMING OVER. I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOUR FATHER. I’M SURE HE'LL UNDERSTAND ME. I JUST NEED TO EXPLAIN THINGS TO HIM.”Panic surged through me. I quickly typed back, “NO! YOU CAN’T COME OVER. MY DAD TOLD YOU NOT TO. YOU KNOW HIM TOO WELL. IT WOULD ONLY WORSEN EVERYTHING.”There was a pause before his response appeared, a single dot bouncing as he typed. “BUT I NEED TO SEE YOU. I CAN’T JUST STAND BY WHILE THEY TRY TO TEAR US APART!”My heart pounded against my chest, each beat echoing my dread. “MATTIAS, IF YOU COME, IT’LL ONLY MAKE THINGS WORSE. MY DAD IS SERIOUS. HE’LL FLIP OUT IF HE SEES YOU AGAIN.”Another pause. I could almost feel the frustration radiating from him through the
“SHIMMA, SHIMMA, WAKE UP. YOUR FLIGHT IS IN A FEW HOURS,” he whispered. In that moment, I realized they weren’t joking about me leaving…Oh God!I completely ignored him, hoping he would just go away. But he persisted.“Shimma, get up. I know you’re not sleeping,” he said, releasing a sigh before continuing. “Look, Shimma, I don’t know how else to explain this. There’s no way I can stop Mattias from being with you. I know how stubborn he is.”“Isn’t that enough proof that he loves me? Why else would you think he wouldn’t back down if he didn’t?” I couldn’t pretend anymore. I sat up, looking deep into his eyes, waiting for his response.He chuckled and took a seat beside me. “Shimma, there’s one thing you should know about men. A man can chase a woman for a long time. He could even go to the moon and back for her. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he loves her. Men are just built to pursue what they want. You’re still a child, and I promise you, Mattias doesn’t love you.” My father’s
“Why did you call me here? And why would you cancel such an important deal?” Lucas asked, seated across from me in the living room with his legs crossed. I could have reacted to his arrogant demeanor and the way he spoke to me, but right now, I needed his help. I couldn't afford to ruin this chance.I cleared my throat and slouched back in my chair before speaking. “I want you to go to Shimma's house.” I watched as he raised an eyebrow, confusion evident on his face.“Excuse me?”“You heard me. Go to Shimma's house.”“Why?” he asked.“I need you to check up on her. I heard she's not well,” I lied. The truth was, I just wanted to make sure her parents hadn't sent her away, and the only way to do that was through Lucas.Lucas uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, still looking confused. “This is a trick, right? You’re trying to set me up,” he said. I squinted at him.“What trap? I'm just asking you to check on her because I have a lot of work to finish at home. Just go,” I said, trying
“We are here,” Mr. Mattias said as he sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze drifting to me as we pulled up in front of my parents' house.I could feel my heart racing—no, pounding hard!. While my mind raced with a million thoughts.God. What if I am making a mistake by coming here? what if they take me away like they did before? How would they react? What would my father do to Mr. Mattias if he found out I was engaged and pregnant by him? My mother on the other hand must have thought she had ruined everything that Mr. Mattias and I had, but what would her reaction be if she found out she had actually made us closer?“Are you okay, babe?” Mr. Mattias asked, breaking me from the whirlwind of thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine,” I said, slowly watching the guards walk up to us.One of the guards who had spotted me gasped, his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost. “G—good day, Ma’am,” he greeted, shock evident in his tone. “Good day, please let us in,” I said, feeling breathless.He nod
“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said.He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke.“While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.”“Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.“Who said she’s going to be a girl? I’m sorry, but we are having a boy,” I said, chuckling.“Well, we are having a girl because she told me so?” Mr. Mattias responded.“Who?”“Her! She literally just spoke to me.”“What the?! He’s not even fully formed yet!”“She’s, not he’s,” Mr. Mattias corrected, and we both giggled.He stood up, dragging a chair close to mine, then leaning over so he could be closer to me.I knew Mr. Mattias had always
I was done setting up the candles on the dining table when I heard a knock on my door.A warm smile formed on my lips as I made my way to open the door.Standing there was Mr. Mattias, in a black shirt and perfectly fitted beige pants.He held a bouquet of roses. Not that I was surprised; this was like the tenth time in two weeks I had received roses from him. I might as well get used to it now.“Hi,” he said nervously. Why was he nervous? I hadn’t even spilled the tea yet.“Hi,” I said softly as I paved the way for him to enter, his cologne enveloping the room.“Wow!” he exclaimed, his eyes landing on the dining table. The settings.“This is beautiful,” he said, turning to glance at me. “But what’s the occasion?” he asked. There was no way he would know I was pregnant yet because he had called me earlier, asking what the doctor said the problem was, and I told him it was stress. I know; I had to lie to him so that I could get his full reaction in person. Forgive me.“Well, I have ne
THREE WEEKS LATER.It was a Saturday morning. I sat on my couch, giggling and chuckling, my gaze focused on the TV. As I watched my favourite reality shows.I placed my hand on my tummy, because it was grumbling. Obviously I was starving. It was last ten Am and I hadn't had breakfast.I picked up the remote control, pressing the power off buttton. I honestly didn't want to quit the sho w, but at the same time I needed to eat.I got up, about to tak a first step, but I paused, placing my hand on my hand because I had just felt a sharp head ache. I felt this way yesterday and it's becoming concerning. After a few seconds, I felt the headache reduce and then I proceeded to head to the kitchen.-------Later that afternoon, I got dressed to go see the doctor. I thought the nauseous feelings would stop but it hadn't, and I needed to take a test, just to know what's wrong."HEY BABE, I'M LEAVING FOR THE HOSPITAL ALREADY," I texted Mr Mattias.He had basically forced me to leave after I had
He broke out of our kiss, his eyes locking on mine.“You’re my fiancée, and soon you will be my wife,” he said,” as though he was just realizing. I nodded with a smile, and then his lips crashed back into my lips.He carried me all the way to the bedroom, lowering me to the bed, his eyes not leaving mine as he took out his boxshort.I did the same, taking of my clothes as fast as I could, he helped me take of my panther and finally, we were both completely naked.He leaned over, his body hovering over mine as usual. But this time, it felt different—intense.He pressed his lips to my chest, then he began to kiss me slowly as he makes his way down my body.“Oh God!” I moaned, running my hand through his hair, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier and heavier. He spread my legs open, planting a soft kiss on my clit. I gasped, finding it difficult to breathe.I looked up at me for a second, his gaze intense—deadly. Before retuning to my pussy.Slowly, very slowly, he dug his tongu
We got back after having dinner. It still feels surreal; I never saw this coming.I walked into the bathroom, the lights turning on by themselves because they were sensor-activated.I glanced at my hand; this was like the hundredth time now.I had never seen a ring this beautiful in my entire life. How much did it cost? And what would my wedding ring look like? Mmmnn, my wedding.. In a few months, maybe a few weeks, I would be getting married to the love of my life; Mr Mattias. But my parents…It’s so sad to think of my parents' reaction if they find out that Mr. Mattias and I are engaged, even after the separation. Damn.The thought of it made my heart sink. But then, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing Mr. Mattias in his boxers.I glanced at him through the mirror; my eyes ran from his head to toe. So fucking hot.I could already feel my pussy throb, and right now, all I wanted was him.He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his cock pressing against my ass. I c
I looked around at the beautiful setup, then back at him, my heart overflowing.“Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” I said, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with all the excitement bursting inside me.Mr. Mattias’s face lit up like a thousand fireworks, and he quickly slid the ring onto my finger. The diamond sparkled so brightly that I thought I might faint. It was perfect, just like this moment.He stood up, pulling me into a deep and intense kiss. He kissed me so intensely that the world around us disappeared.Seconds later, he pulled out, hugging me tightly.“I love you Shimma, I love you so much,” he cursed under his breath, pulling me tighter, as though he never wanted to let me go.“God, I can’t believe this is real,” I whispered into his shoulder, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. I am his fiancée. Fucking Pinch me!“It’s real, Shimma. You’re my everything,” he said, pulling back to look into my eyes. The sincerity in his gaze sent shivers down my spine.The soft soun
I turned to stare at him, my eyes locked on his… "Then,” I paused, the question hitting me hard. “Then I’ll waituntil she’s ready. I just know she’s the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” I said, my phone buzzing with her text. SHIMMA’S POV. A FEW HOURS LATER. I couldn't stop staring at my reflection in the mirror. The short black dress hugged me perfectly, my hair was done just right, and my makeup—ugh, it was giving! I don’t know why I was this excited. Maybe it was because it had been months since I went out with Mr. Mattias, or maybe it was the fact that I was going to my dream country. Like, what?! I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but I was grateful for the excitement. Still gazing at myself, I heard my phone ring. My eyes drifted to the screen, and my heart fluttered at the sight of Mr. Mattias’s name. It was finally time to leave! “Hey babe,” I said, pressing my lips together because calling him that felt weird—I wasn’t used to it. “Babe? I like
“How about I come to you? Come on, tell me where you are…” My eyes widened, shock flickering in them. Why was he eager to see me?“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there is any need for that,” I said calmly, trying to be nice.“Wh—Why? I mean, we could talk about us. Trust me, I felt a connection between us then. But I know that if we had the time to get to know each other, we would have…”“No, I’m in love with Mattias,” I said, quickly cutting him off. “There wasn’t going to be any room for us then, and even now, I know and understand how you felt, but…”“But I still do. I still feel the same way I felt then for you. And no matter how hard I try to shove the feelings away, I can’t stop the way my heart beats rapidly anytime you cross my mind, or how restless I get knowing I need to talk to you, and how much risk I took trying to get your number just so that I could speak to you. Come on, Shimma, can’t you see we both have a chance together compared to Mattias? Your parents don’t even