The Cold CEO's Woman

Anita Baker was a 24-year-old woman who had graduated from university. She had five younger sisters. Her father worked as a banker, and her mother was a trader.

Anita had light skin and sexy hips, while her sisters had brown skin. She resembled her mother but looked more beautiful. Her father had accused her mother of cheating, doubting he was truly Anita’s father.

Anita appeared so fair-skinned, but her mother kept silent about it and told her to ignore her father’s claims, and said she was his child.

Anita’s father, Joshua Baker, had threatened to conduct a paternity DNA test on her because he couldn’t understand why she looked so fair, unlike the rest of her sisters.

Her immediate younger sister, Flora, a 22-year-old dark-skinned beauty, also disliked her, even though Anita was two years older. Four of her sisters hated her. Only her youngest sister, Glory, genuinely loved her.

They say blood is thicker than water, but in Anita's case, water was thicker than blood.

Anita's father, Mr. Joshua Baker, never stopped sending her to school. He only accused his wife of cheating and forcing another man’s child on him so he would marry her, but nonetheless, he still sent her to the university to study business administration.

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Anita felt so happy as she wrote her final exams, and the results finally came out in flying colors.

Because of her father’s constant accusations toward her calm mother, Mrs. Tonia Baker, Anita refused to accept any relationship from a guy asking her out. She only went on dates but ended up rejecting their love proposals.

Her best friend in the university, Temisa Patrick, advised her to give love a chance, but she refused and said, “My father constantly accuses my mother of cheating, yet he still goes back to her and gets her pregnant, birthing the six of us. Mother says Dad loves her, but his daily insults don’t show us that he truly loves her.” She shook her head as she spoke to her friend when they were still in their second year.

Guys tripped over themselves to have Anita—handsome, well-to-do guys—but she felt they only wanted to use her. Once they crossed the bridge and broke her virginity, they would dump her or accuse her of cheating, just like her father constantly did to her mother, pushing her and her mother toward depression.

Anita sat in a private room with her best friend, preparing for their final convocation.

“Anita, I’m so happy. Finally, we’ll part from this school. I can’t explain how much I’ve missed home,” Temisa said.

“Me too,” Anita faintly replied, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. She hated home and knew she would face her father’s constant insults toward her and her mother again. Her three younger sisters, Flora, Esther, and Favour, would torment the hell out of her, calling her an outcast because they envied her looks, as if it were entirely her fault.

Anita shook her head in sadness, and Temisa noticed.

“What is it, girlfriend? You don’t seem happy, even though you’re graduating as one of the best students today,” Temisa asked as she stood from her seat facing the mirror and walked over to meet her on the couch.

Anita shook her head again and stared away without responding.

“What’s the problem, dear?” Temisa approached and crouched in front of Anita, even though she knew what the problem was. Anita had told her why she hated men in general and saw them as scumbags.

“Don't worry. When I get home, I can talk to my mother to let you come live with us, even if just for your IT, until you get a better job to care for yourself.”

“Thank you.” Anita smiled faintly, and Temisa responded, “You’re welcome. You know you’re like a sister to me, so you don’t have to worry or cry much. Graduating with a first class is no joke. You should be happy—today is your most blessed day. Come sit here. Let me apply some makeup on your face.”

Temisa pulled Anita up from her seat, and Anita smiled faintly as she walked to the seat facing the mirror in their shared private room.

“You know I don’t like makeup,” Anita said as she sat and watched Temisa open one of her makeup kits and start preparing her brush.

“I know, but today is your lucky day, so you should look sweet when collecting your awards. No excuses. Just do this for me, okay? It’ll make you smile throughout today and lighten your mood.”

“Okay,” Anita replied. She stared at her beautiful reflection in the mirror as Temisa began applying the beautiful brown powder to her face.

Temisa started on Anita's eyelashes first. After that, she switched to her cheeks and nose, applying the makeup powder.

When she finished the makeover, Anita felt stunned by her new look in the mirror. She had never applied makeup before, and staring at her reflection, she became speechless. She now understood why Temisa had so many boyfriends.

Temisa was a billionaire’s daughter; her father worked in the Benson Group of Companies. The Benson family ranked among the richest in their country, and Anita had read about them.

Anita wished she could work for them, which motivated her to study hard, reading day and night to graduate as one of the best students in her university.

She had thought about asking Temisa to help her request an application from her father for the Benson Group, but she knew doing so might seem like she was trying to gain an unmerited favor.

Others might see her as a gold digger or a lady selling her body to men for advantage. She thought against it and decided not to ask for Temisa’s father’s help.

“All done now. Don’t you see how sweet you look in the mirror? Oh my God! I’m the best makeup artist here on campus!” Temisa fanned herself with her hand while Anita smiled at her.

“Don’t overhype yourself too much because of me, girlfriend. Yes, you tried, but I still don’t like makeup,” Anita admitted.

“Tar! Shut up. I’m hoping a handsome guy will see you today and ask you out,” Temisa giggled.

Everything about Temisa revolved around guys. She changed boyfriends every month like pants and acted mean when it came to multiple relationships.

Temisa didn’t care what her fellow ladies said and didn’t believe in love, but she spent time dating different guys. Well, she never admitted to sleeping with any of the guys she dated, which seemed hard to believe.

People always saw Temisa with different guys—some at the beach, some in a restaurant, some in a clubhouse—taking different photos with her. Yet she claimed she was still a virgin, just as Anita had told her she was a virgin too.

Anita found that hard to believe. A virgin should remain calm and keep to herself so no guy would use her, but Temisa dressed hot, wearing bum shorts, crop tops, and all sorts of seductive, tempting outfits.

Temisa had dark skin and a curvy, sexy figure like Anita, but she never envied Anita’s light complexion. They belonged to the same department and studied the same course, which made them best friends. Anita had more intelligence, while Temisa loved to party hard.

“Let’s go out now. I’m sure most of our families have arrived,” Temisa said as she quickly packed her remaining things and makeup kits into her box and zipped it. They had rented the room they stayed in, so they often remained there even during school holidays.

This marked their final goodbye to the university. Anita dragged out her two boxes since she planned to go home immediately after the award ceremony.

They stepped out to witness the university’s final event and the awarding of the best graduating student.

They called Anita Baker forward and awarded her a first-class honor and recognition for her academic excellence.

Temisa beamed, clapping for her best friend as she stepped out from where she sat among the group of graduands and families attending the convocation ceremony to receive her awards.