The Cold CEO's Woman

Anita Baker was a 24-year-old lady and the first daughter of her parents, with five younger sisters after her. Her father was a banker while her mother was a trader.

Anita was fair in complexion, very beautiful with curvy hips.

Among all her sisters, she was the only fair-skinned one, as the rest were dark with some fair brown in complexion.

Anita looked like her mother but more beautiful; sometimes her father accused her mother of cheating on him and doubted he was truly her father because she was so fair.

Her mother always kept mute about it and told Anita not to mind her father, telling her that she really was his child.

Anita's father even threatened to run a paternity DNA test on her, as he could not understand why she was so fair unlike the rest of her sisters.

Anita's immediately younger sister, Flora, a 22-year-old dark-skinned beauty, also disliked her even though she was two years older.

About four of her sisters hated her, except for her youngest sister named Glory, who 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, did not stop sending her to school. He only accused his wife of cheating on him and forcing another man’s child on him so he would marry her, but nonetheless he still sent Anita to the university to study business administration.

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

Because of her father’s constant accusations toward her calm mother, Mrs. Tonia Baker, Anita refused to accept any relationship from any guy asking her out.

She only went on dates with them but ended up rejecting their proposals.

Her best friend in the university, Temisa Patrick, also advised her to give love a chance, but she refused and said, “My father constantly accuses my mother of cheating on him, and yet he still goes back to her and gets her pregnant to birth the six of us. My mother says he loves her, but his daily insults don’t show us that he truly loves her.”

Anita shook her head as she spoke to her friend back when they were still in year two at the university.

Guys were tripping over themselves to have Anita—handsome and well-to-do guys—but she felt they only wanted to use her, and 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, wanting to send her and her mother into depression.

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

“Anita, I’m so happy—finally we will be parting from this school. I cannot explain how much I have missed home,” Temisa said.

“Me too,” Anita faintly replied, knowing it wasn’t entirely true for her. She hated home and knew she would be facing her father’s constant insults toward her and her mother again, while her three younger sisters, Flora, Esther and Favour, would want to torment the hell out of her, calling her an outcast because they were jealous of her looks, as though 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 in our university?” Temisa asked as she stood up from her seat facing the mirror and walked over to meet her sitting on the couch. But Anita shook her head again and stared away from Temisa 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 I.T., until you get a better job to cater for yourself.”

“Thank you,” Anita smiled faintly.

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

Temisa pulled Anita to stand up from her seat.

Anita smiled faintly and walked to sit on the seat facing the mirror in the private room they shared.

“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. So no excuses from you—just do this for me, okay? It will make you smile throughout today and lighten your mood.”

“Okay,” Anita replied, staring at her beautiful reflection in the mirror as Temisa started applying a beautiful brown powder on her face.

Temisa started on Anita's eyelashes first, then switched to work on her cheeks and nose. When she was through making her over, Anita was stunned by her new look in the mirror—she had never applied makeup before.

Staring at her new reflection, Anita was speechless, now understanding why Temisa had so many boyfriends.

Temisa was a billionaire’s daughter; her father worked in the Benson Group of Companies. The Benson family was one of the richest in their country, and Anita had read about them and wished she could work for them—one more reason why she studied so hard, reading day and night to graduate as one of the best students in her university.

Anita had thought of asking Temisa if she could help her ask her father for an application at the Benson Group, but she knew if she did, it might seem like she was trying to gain an unmerited favour, and others might see her as a gold-digger or a woman selling her body to men for favours. So she decided against it and chose not to ask Temisa for her 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 fingers while Anita smiled at her.

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

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

Everything about her was guys—she changed boyfriends every month like pants and was unapologetic about multiple relationships, not caring what other ladies said.

Temisa didn’t believe in love but rather spent time dating different guys. She never admitted to sleeping with any of them, which was hard to believe, since she was always seen with different guys—at the beach, in restaurants, in club houses, taking photos together—yet she claimed she was still a virgin, especially after Anita told her she was also a virgin.

That was something difficult to believe; Anita didn’t believe Temisa either. A virgin was supposed to be 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 and tempting outfits.

Temisa was a dark-skinned beauty, as curvy as Anita, but she wasn’t jealous of Anita being fair and light-skinned. They were in the same department studying the same course, which made them best friends, but Anita was more intelligent while Temisa was the party-hard type.

“Let’s go out now—I’m sure most of our families would’ve arrived,” Temisa said as she quickly packed her remaining things and makeup kits into her box and zipped it closed.

They had rented the room they stayed in, so they stayed back there most times even when the school was on holiday.

It was their final year to say goodbye, so Anita dragged out all her bags and boxes—she was already going back home after the awarding ceremony.

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

Anita Baker was called and awarded a first-class award and recognition for her academic excellence.

Temisa smiles as she clapped for her friend, who stepped out from where she was sitting among the crowd of friends and families attending their convocation ceremony to go and receive her awards.