I was in my room when I heard my mother yell my name from the living room. I had gotten home about an hour ago and I was getting ready to go shopping.
“Honey! There's a package for you!“ She yelled again, and this time, it got me to respond. “I'll be down in a minute mum!“ I hurriedly put on my Lip gloss, staring at my reflection in the mirror and brushing my lips together so it could set properly, before heading downstairs, to the living room. “I guess it's from Blake, he must have sent it as an apology,” my mum said with a grin as she held the package in her hand. My mother must have thought we just had a mere fight, I didn't tell her he had broken up with me. Yet! I had to tell her, hiding it from her was no use. “I and Blake aren't together anymore,” I said in a low tone, waiting to get her reaction. “You broke up with him just because of a little misunderstanding?“ She scowled at me. I have always wondered why my mum always wanted me to be with Blake by all means, yes! He was from a very wealthy and elite family, but that wasn't enough reason, maybe she had a thing for him, who knew? “Mum, you shouldn't just blame it on me, he broke up with me, in fact he dumped me for a bitch!“ I was starting to feel the rage and anger again. But instead I let out a sigh, taking the package from my mother's hand. I could tell my mother was dumbfounded, I could tell she never saw it coming, Blake made her believe he would never hurt me, but he did, he really did hurt me. “Shimma, you mean to say, Blake dumped you, for someone else?“ She looked terrified. “Yes mum, not just a girl, his ex!“ I mumbled, I was about to take the package upstairs when she said something that made me pause on my tracks. “What did you do that made him leave you?“ I attempted to speak, but what could I say? My pussy was too dry? I couldn't ride his cock properly? I was bad at sex and could barely get wet for him? I mean, how could I explain it? “I'll be in my room mother,” I said to her heading to my room. “Shimma!“ I heard my mum call but I paid no heed to her, I just sprinted to my room shutting the door. I sat on my bed, placing the package on my lap. It was a little package wrapped with a ribbon, like the size of a jewellery box, or was it a jewellery box? I hurriedly unwrapped it and yes! It was indeed a jewellery box. I opened it to see two diamond earrings and a matching diamond necklace, placed inside was a card, I took out the card and it wrote. “CHEER UP SHIMMA, MATTIAS,” a smile of amusement crossed my lips and I stared back at the million dollar diamond jewelries placed on my laps. How sweet, but why? I took my phone and called Mr Mattias' number, I wanted to thank him and maybe ask him why he got me a gift. “Shimma,” he said, answering the phone, Gawd! I had missed his voice for like an hour now. “Uhm, I saw your gift, thank you uncle Mattias, But…” “Don't! don't ever call me uncle,” he cutted in, his voice rough. “But why? I always do, ever since I knew you,” I wasn't done talking when he hung up. I was staring at my phone in confusion when I heard a knock on my door. “Shimma, can I have a word with you?“ “Not now, mother!“ I placed the card back into the jewellery box and hid the box inside my closet. Don't think of it that way, it wasn't wrong for my dad's best friend to send me gifts, but I just didn't want my mother asking me unnecessary questions. “I just need to speak to you, and besides, we are running late!“ She mumbled. “Alright come in,” I said sitting on my bed again. I watched the door open and she walked in, giving me a warm smile, she always made that same expression anytime she wanted to apologize, I was used to it already. “I'm sorry if I made it seem like your fault Shimma, I was too quick to judge,” she said as she sat right beside me. “It's okay mother, I understand,” I responded as we both smiled at each other. “Let's head out then, you're driving,” she teased. “Mum you did this the last time, you're driving today, I'll drive next time, that's what we agreed on,” “Alright, I'll drive," she raised both hands in the air. She stood up, walking over to my standing mirror, checking out her outfit when she turned to me like she remembered something. “Shimma! i forgot to tell you earlier, your uncle Mattias offered to employ you as his personal assistant, once after you're done with your final exam next week. so I'll be dropping you off at his office for an Interview this evening, aren't you excited?“ She grinned. “Excited!?“ I could hear myself scream. This was torture! Being with Mattias for so long and not getting fucked by him could kill me! My mother and I were done shopping, and like she said, she drove me over to Uncle Mattias' company. “He'll drop you home,okay!“ She said waving at me as I watched her Black Mercedes zoom off. “Shit!“ I said standing in front of the skyscraper. With all courage, I walked into the building, heading towards the receptionist. “Good evening miss, I'm here for Mr Mattias,” I said. “This way ma'am, at the top floor,” she said pointing at the elevator. “Thank you,” I greeted, heading to the direction she had pointed. I opened the door to a office I guessed would be Mr Mattias's office. “G, good evening Mr Mattias,” I greeted. “Sit,” he ordered. And I did. There was an awkward silence, but I had to say something before it got too awkward. “So…,” I attempted to speak but he raised a finger, which made me stop talking. Oh silly me, I didn't notice he was working on his laptop in front of him. It took him some extra seconds, before he returned his finger down, the moment his eyes rested on mine, I felt it, I felt the warm sensation between my thighs again. “Shimma, I guess you're here for the interview?” he smirked, Gawd! Did this man know how handsome he was? “Yes,” I said softly, I pressed my thighs together as I tried to comport myself. “Well, there's not much to ask you, except,” he paused for a few seconds. “How good are you?” he stood up, and started advancing towards me. “Huh?“ he raised a brow leaning on his office table just right in front of my chair, just right in front of me! I gulped hard, I could feel my lungs tighten, I tried to move my chair backwards, giving us a few inched gap but instead he drew me closer to him. “Tell me Shimma, how good are you?““There’s something I want to say…” she said, stepping forward, her gaze drifting to me.But then her reaction softened, turning into sadness, maybe regret.“Shimma,” she started, moving even more closer. “Please forgive me if I ever made things hard for you. You know I have always wanted the best for you; that way, I must have overreacted. I am so sorry,” she said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.I let out a sigh of relief, drawing her in for a hug. “Mum, it’s okay, I forgive you,” I said, tears streaming down my face as I turned to Mr. Mattias. He wiped his eyes, turning away quickly. Was he crying too?MR. MATTIAS' POV.Gosh! She caught me crying. Although I don’t blame myself for doing so, seeing her happy for the first time in a long while made me, you know, emotional.Finally, there’s nothing holding us back—not her parents, not life itself; everything I ever dreamed of is all happening.I would be getting married to the love of my life in a few weeks, and in a few mo
“What is going on here? And what is he doing here?” he asked, his tone cold.Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, Mr. Mattias gently squeezed my hand and stepped forward. “Derry,” he began, his voice steady but respectful. “I understand this may come as a shock to you.”My father’s frown deepened, but Mr. Mattias pressed on. “Please, I would appreciate it if you let me explain.”“Explain what? The fact that you went ahead to find Shimma, even after threatening to ruin your life?” my father said, anger evident in his voice.But there was this strange calmness about him; he was as angry as I thought he would be.“I don’t care if you ruin my life, Derry. All that matters to me is your daughter, Shimma,” Mr. Mattias said, turning to steal a glance at me.“And there’s something we have to tell you.” Hearing this, I watched my mother's eyes widen in curiosity, although she had been strangely quiet throughout.“Shimma and I are engaged, and she’s pregnant.” I heard my mother finally
“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 past 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 show, 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 l