Chapter 17

Bexley's POV

It's been two weeks since I last saw Blake. After he asked that I become his. He suddenly started to avoid me. He didn't answer my calls and texts, so I had to let go. The arrogant bastard can not change after all.

I was at a beach enjoying the atmosphere when suddenly, my phone went off. I answered immediately. I saw it was Dr Marven.

"Hello, Blex?" He asked.

" Yes Doctor. I hope all is well?".

" Yes. All is well Bex. I think we might have found your real Father"

" What? Are you serious? "

" He later replied to the email we sent him. He is on his way to your school as I am speaking to you. I hope you are in school. Maybe you need to talk with him to be sure. But to tell you the truth. I am 99℅ sure that he is your dad"

I ended the call immediately, and I told Simon, my Bodyguard, to take me to school immediately.

I grew up not knowing my parents. But, someone told me that I could find my real family through DNA. So, I met Doctor Maven. He confirmed it and took my blood sample then. I always go there from time to time to check for any possible matches. I even gave up on it until a few days ago.

The car came to a halt and I stepped out of the car. Looking everywhere. Waiting anxiously to meet my dad.

Suddenly, I saw a fleet of cars. I was confused. I had thought for a second if the president or a government official was visiting our school. The cars were all black colours and they were all luxury cars.

Everyone was anxious to know whose convoy it was. Men in black came out of a car at the front and they were showing a picture to some students. One of the students pointed at me. To be honest. I was shocked. I know I was expecting to see my dad. But, I never expected him to be wealthy.

When someone pointed at me. Simon got into a defensive position immediately. I was also scared because Blake's enemies were still roaming the streets. So, it could be another enemy of Blake. And I am so seek of being the target.

To my surprise. They didn't approach me as I expected. But they opened the door for someone I presumed to be the Main man. He stepped out of the Maybach and walked towards me. Some students were recording. And I could see how bodyguards were guarding the man who was walking towards me.

"Get in the car now" Simon brought out his gun.

Students shouted as they saw Simon with a gun.

"Drop your gun, young man. I can see you are doing your job of protecting my daughter. Well done. But that will not be necessary". The man commanded.

I peeped from behind Simon to see the man. God. He looks just like me. The difference is that he is taller. Huge and the fact that he is a middle age man. I couldn't believe my eyes. It is true. He could be my Father. The resemblance is there.

Simon dropped his gun and I stood in front of him. Tears blurred my eyes and dropped down my cheeks. "Dad? ". I asked.

He was sobbing too. "Bex, my daughter. She is my daughter. Come baby. It's your dad". He called for me.

I hugged him. And we both sobbed in each other's embrace. If this is a dream. I don't want to wake up from the dream. God has answered my prayer. He has given me my Father back.

My dad pulled away from the hug. He looked at me and wiped off my tears. He kissed my temple, and my cheeks and he said. "I don't need a DNA test to know that you are my lost daughter. I named you Bexley. It was I who gave you that name". He said

"Papa". I said sobbing. And he hugged me again

Reporters had already gathered, and paparazzi were also there too. I smiled at the situation. How my life turned around. My friends were approaching. Asaf came close. The bodyguards tried to stop him but my dad stopped them.

I hugged Asaf immediately he got to me.

"Who is he? Your Boyfriend?". My dad asked

"No Dad. He is my best friend and a good brother"

"I know him. This is Asaf right?" He asked. Asaf is a celebrity. It is hard not to know him.

"Yes, Dad. He is And he has been a good friend to me.

"Sire, who is the young Lady to you? A reporter asked.

"What's your relationship with her? ". Another reporter asked

I had forgotten about the reporters and paparazzi. But, my dad replied

"She is my only daughter. No more questions". He dismissed them.

But you know them. They never give up. They kept bombarding us with more questions.