All Chapters of Carrying Mr. CEO'S Child: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

MyraThe club was not packed up but the same smell filled the air; sweat, alcohol and cigarettes. Not to forget sex.I clear my throat and step further inside, allowing my eyes to scan over the room.Josh is tall and well built meaning he won't be hard to spot in the crowd.Cold hands grab my arm. “Come this way.”I spin around but that was not fast enough to catch the face of the man dragging me towards the stairs.“Straight ahead, last room.” He orders huskily.I scoff. ‘Rude of him to handle a woman in such a manner.’Nevertheless I follow his direction.Before I could knock the door swings open.“Josh!”“Why are you here?”I stride past him and make myself comfortable.“Is this where you make the drugs?”“Why are you here?” He repeats more sternly than before.“What? I can't come and visit my brother?”He goes round to his seat and goes back to whatever he was doing.“You are completely ignoring me.” And I'll be darned if my voice sounded as whiny as I heard it.He does not reply.

DesdemonaMy eyes glared at the ceiling like it was the source of all my problems.I can't do anything in two weeks–less that two weeks actually.I roughly turn to my side and exhale loudly. The clock starred at me reminding me I have four hours to sleep before work.The date offer from Ettiene still lingers in the air. Not because I don't want to go but because he wants to go on a play date with my daughter included.A knock comes before the knob turns. He flips on the lights.“Something told me you were still awake.”“That thing was right.” I sit up.He hands me a glass of milk.“What's keeping you up?”“Ettiene and his stupid family.”He chuckles. “Must be hard.” Silence embraces us and for the first time I was uncomfortable in it.“Hey, you have something to talk about?”“I don't like the guy and the stress he puts over you. No, it's not because I'm I love with you or anything, I hate what he put you through. And I hate that you want to go back to him.”“I'm giving him time to pr

Desdemona It was all good.The joy in the house, the laughter shared, the plays they engaged in, the only things being created were good memories.It was all good.Too good to let it last.The pair had sidelined me in all that they did. Baking, cooking, playing games, I was even blindfolded while they were watching a movie.Here they were thinking of baking again. Apparently my daughter loved the activity so much she wants to do it for the rest of her life. Worst part is she wants to do it with Ettiene!“Molly,dear, I think its time to get back home. You have to go to the kindergarten tomorrow.”She whines and jumps up from the counter. I scream out, reaching for her but she was already in Ettienes hands.“Molly!” I scream. She continues to giggle, completely ignoring me.Ettiene helps her up the counter. Once again, she jumps and lands in his arms“Guys, guys,” I get in between them. “I agree that you are having fun but fun doesn't have to be dangerous.”“Okay Mommy.” She sits.