I went to my bedroom to change, a dress was already at my bed waiting for me, later I got downstairs on Mr Smiths behest, I walked down and went straight to the couch reserved specially for Richard and myself.I was the first to seat down, when Richard was forcedly pushed to the couch by his dad, Mr Smith gently careessed my cheeks before leaving."You're at fault for Everything happening," Said Richard as he blamed me for everything "I'm sorry, so I look.like I am enjoying everything that's happening,?" I slowly moved my mouth to his ears who he could hear me properly."Oh please," Richard grunt and pulls away from getting close to me, "you're mostly enjoying this,". He tells latching his eyes away..."You must be a Lunatic," I said and faced away from himAt the couch, Mr Smith later comes over, he held my hand and that is his son and walked both of us to the center of the party.He made us face the guests there and announced once again about the engagement.The rings was brough
We both reached home after the Photoshoot, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water while Richard went up to his bedroom instead, I brought out a bottle water from its can and emptied it in a go, I turned back to Leave, I wasn't expecting to see anyone but I caught Mr Smith by the kitchen table, resting his hand to his head, and was looking right at me."Good day Beatrice, I see you're back,?" He puts his hand away but drops it on the table.."Good day sir, and yes I'm back,". I walked some few steps away from the fridge_ Mr Smith Shakes his head at me.."That's good and yes," he takes a look by the door checking to see if anyone was approaching before finishing his statement."I've been hoping to speak with you alone, Beatrice" he tells Me.."What exactly sir hope everything is okay,?" I said thinking out loud.."Yes ," he affirms, "however I've been wanting to say thank you for everything," he walks away from the kitchen table coming to me."Thanks for what sir,?". I asked."T
When we got down to from the car after reaching the office, I went first to meet Mr Smith, he turns and gave me an alluring smile as we both approached the door to the elevator that led to his office..Richard tells he had to pick up some documents by the finance department and so was the first person to leave_ Mr Smith and I went up and as we reached the second floor, he and I stepped out together_ I look while walking further to his office, Mr Smith had his hands tied on to the other, there was something definitely strange happening..We got to his office."Thank you, Beatrice," he tells going inside."You're welcome sir," I said moving past his office door, I was just some few steps closer to my office when I remembered I was still holding unto the documents he had asked me to bring along_ I turned going back to give him the document, I knock on the door and as I walked Inside, I met Mr Smith on the ground, shaking_ the way epileptic patients does ..Fear gripped me_ I throw away
I bearly got close whene he takes out a hand back and stopped me from approaching another step closer to his bench."What are you doing here, go away Beatrice,!" He spoke moving gestures at me.."No! I won't," I stepped a feet forward, " what do you think you're doing, why are you drinking,?". I asked when he turned back and latched out on my face.."Are you seriously asking me,!" He yelled getting up from the bench, he takes a feet forward my way but tripped over his other feet, he falls down hitting his hands on the ground."Hey, please be careful," I said as I tried to assist."Don't touch me Beatrice,!" He pulled his hands away from touching me..He leaned the other on the benches hand and got back up to his two feet."It's all your fault, you caused this,". He admits to my face, moving forward with his hands out to get me..I leaned back."What do you mean, because trust me I do not think I am the cause of everything, you're the entire reasons why your dad is hell bent on di
The entire day ran by with Richard demoting every of my comments, especially the one when Mrs Mathilda had asked me about how it feels getting engaged to a man like her nephew At first I did think of crushing Every ideal that had about Richard being a good husband material, however before I could even get a chance to speak, Richard rushed and diverted the conversation over to himself. Seated at the couch and after having dinners, I could literally count the times I heard Richard praising himself in the midst of both his uncle and aunt..Some few hours later, by nine in the evening, Mrs Mathilda walked both Richard and myself into the our bedroom_ I should have suspected that since we were about getting married, we'd literally be sharing a room together. We walked into one of the big rooms next to another with our bags."So, this is where you'd be sleeping, do you like it,?" Asked Mrs. Mathilda.."Yes ma'am, it's a lovely bedroom," I answered.When Richard walks behind, I turned a
Back then we used to say "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade," but what if life happened and you had to give up the one thing that you hold dear? Your son! Your only happiness to your friend, a promise once made before and in a toxic and vulnerable state.Some months ago, nine months precisely, Hanna and I were coming back home from the bar we used to work at. She had this strong desire to become someone in life, whereas I was rather focused on being happy. After all, I was in a healthy relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Beck. That bastard later cheated on me with a model from his workplace, but before he left, I didn't know that I was with a child.I came to find out weeks after the breakup. And my friend, Hanna, was already seeing someone. A billionaire, handsome, and also kind-hearted as she described to me.Excited that my best friend had finally gotten her desire taken care of by the universe, everything changed when she came home one faithful night and requested the imp
Her Royal Highness sent me to get some decorations from the outside; she said there was going to be a party in the evening, and she would love to have me decorate the entire Mansion. Decorating a huge Mansion all by myself and without the assistance of anyone working at the mansion was like attempting to send me to an early grave. The mansion was huge, and it would be suicide if anyone attempted to pull such a stunt, a suicide mission I took up with my arms spread apart. I needed to show Hanna that, with or without the assistance of anyone, I was going to decorate the entire Mansion for the impromptu party she had planned, even though there might not be a party at all, and she was only trying to punish me.I left Ethan in her care. If I were to take care of the decorations, she should at least be a good stepmother and take care of my child."Ma'am! Can I help you?" Gena offered her assistance. She has been one of the many who welcomed me home and also faced Hanna's backlashes."No, I'
I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Ethan. Gena was in charge of making breakfast for Hanna and her husband, so I waited by the corner until she finished before starting to make dinner for my son.Which didn't take less than fifteen minutes. Ethan is still a child and for now, he doesn't consume adult food, he just eats baby formula and anything that has baby written all over it.I walked by Gena as she set out plates, napkins, and cups on the table, and then afterwards, she strode up to her employer's bedroom and communicated with them that dinner had been prepared.Ethan's already awake.He saw me walk in, and immediately his tiny little face lit up like a boom box."Hey! My baby, you hunger?". I kept his food on the table and carried him in my arms.He makes baby noises, cute and giggling noises.I took him to the chair and sat down. Ethan maintained quiet, and just as I pulled his baby food closer by the wooden stroll, all of a sudden, he became restless, he was fighting a