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After crying for some minutes, she picked herself up from the chair and walked to her room. She unlocked the door, got inside the room and closed it before sliding to the floor, leaning on the door. She had tried these past weeks to pick up the pieces Jack had broken her to, and now, a baby was growing inside of her. She placed her hand on her belly, rubbing it gently, as if she wanted to feel it. A smile broke on her face as she thought of the child. She was going to keep it. She was going to be a proud mother.Jack supported his dad as they walked out of the hospital to his car parked at the garage. His father had just been discharged after spending three days in the hospital. The doctor had confirmed that he was okay to be discharged, but he was to rest at home in order to fully recover. His parents got into the back seat while he occupied the driver's seat. Ever since he moved out of his parent's house, he had been driving himself alone. He hated the extra presence of a driver. He
She walked out of the house and slammed the door shut while he still stood in the same position, his hand on his hair while he was deep in thoughts.“I'm pregnant, and you're responsible." Her voice rang in his head and he fell to the sofa weakly. Being a father wasn't something he wanted to do. The thought alone scared him to witts. Sure, he loved sex, but getting a girl pregnant in the process was something he always avoided. He tried to think back to occasions when he had sex with Karen without condoms, and they were too many to be called a mistake. He knew he had made a great mistake and had no one else to blame, but himself. The second mistake he had made.His mind was still in a haze as he buried his head in his palm. He wasn't going to make a decision. Atleast, not suddenly. His phone beeped beside him and he picked it up lazily and unlocked it. It was a text message from an unsaved number. He read the content of the text, hissed and dumped his phone back on the chair.It has b
Karen stood by the window of the hotel room she stayed in. The curtain of the window was pulled open, letting the early morning sun sip into the room. She was still in her pyjamas, her hair was scattered, indicating that she just got out of bed. She stood, looking across the city from the window, her mind disturbed and in deep thoughts.“Had Jack realised that she was no longer in LA?” “Was he going to look for her?” the thoughts ran through her mind as the watched the beautiful sunrise.She soon got tired of standing and went to take her bath. Stripping naked, she walked into the Ensuite to take her bathe. She heated up the water and stepped into the bath, relaxing in the warm water.She soon finished taking her bath and stepped out of the water, wrapping herself in a long towel. She dried herself before creaming her body. She soon got dressed in jeans trousers, a blouse top and a long coat. It was around eight AM, the weather slightly unfriendly when she stepped out of the hotel bui
“Anne Jones.” Jack called the name again and she shook slightly at the sound of his tone. Many thoughts were running through her mind as she stood in front of her new boss. “Was she going to be sacked?” That was the biggest of them all.“Take a seat”“Huh!” she exclaimed before she could even stop herself. To say she was shocked was saying things too lightly. She was bewildered, she was stunned completely.“I said, take a seat.” Jack had to repeat himself twice before the words finally sank in. He was offering her a seat in his office. She began sweating as she timidly took one of the leather chairs opposite him. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, her head bent as she muttered a quick prayer.Once she was seated, not comfortable though. No staff could be comfortable being in that position with Jack, Jack hard voice stated“Tell me about the corruption scheme y'all run in my company.”Her head whirled aggressively to stare at him, her heart almost stopped beating at that moment as
“You can't leave.” one of the men spoke out calming. He held a stick of lit cigar in his hand. He had strands of grey hair on his hair. He had thick beards too and spoke with an accent. He was a black American. “Well, Michael didn't tell me so.” Damian argued. Michael was the man who had introduced him to the organization. He never spoke of the process to leave the organization, and that was because none of them brought it up. Damian didn't know if it was possible to leave, but he had to push his luck.“Why do you want to leave?” Karen's dad asked, his voice calm, yet demanding. “I made a promise to someone I loved, that I was going to come back for her, and I hope to fulfill that promise.” he answered, leaving the men speechless. Karen's father bent his head in shame and regret as a sharp pain hit his heart. He had left his family many years ago while he was poor, and even when he got his hands dirty and got rich, he refused to return to his family. Instead, he stayed back, making m
She sniffled as she got back from her reverie and realized that she was crying. She had been crying silently for over fifteen minutes as she thought about her past. She looked round the cafe, trying to detect if she had drawn attention to herself, but found everyone focused on themselves, apart from the man who was staring at her intently. He was seated at the table beside her. He wore black suit and held a cup of coffee in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on her, his gaze was deep and intense, like he was searching for something. She stared at him for few seconds, and when he didn't remove his gaze, she reluctantly peeled her eyes off him, returning it to her cup of coffee. She took a sip from her coffee and almost spit it back. The coffee had gotten really cold. She returned the cup to the table and signaled a waiter over. “Get me one cup of coffee. This one had gotten really cold.” she said to the waiter, pushing the cup of cold coffee to her. She nodded with a smile, picked it up
Damian parked his car in front of his newly acquired mansion. He was dressed in a black suit. He stepped out of the car, pulling his sunglass on as he stood by the Bentley admiring the duplex he now owned. This was his first day back in Los Angeles. After successfully pulling out of the organization by signing a compromise, he had made quick actions on his relocation. He contacted a real estate agency in search of a house and few hours later he was the official owner of a house, a beautiful duplex mansion. “It feels good to be home” he stated, whiffing the fresh air around him. His house was a big duplex With a big lawn and a swimming pool and had cost him quite a fortune. To him, it was just one of the sacrifices he had to make to be with Karen again.Karen sat at her favourite corner in the coffee shop, sipping a cup of hot coffee and skimming through a fashion magazine. Her focus was solely on the magazine in front of her that she didn't notice a figure take the seat in front of he
He took another swing from his glass, emptying the glass before dropping it on the bar counter. He dropped a few paper notes under the glass before getting up. “I've dropped a tip. I should get going.”He walked out of the bar, got into his car and drove off, followed by some of his men.“Harry, I have something important to tell you. Please can we meet later in the evening for dinner?” Harry's girlfriend said into the call. They were currently on a phone call, and from her tone, he could tell that something was wrong.“What's wrong, babe?” he asked, already feeling really worried. “I will tell you when we meet. Take care.” she replied, dropping the call. He stared at the blank screen of his phone in surprise. Everything about the phone call sounded strange. She sounded different on the phone and it made him concerned. He dropped his phone and returned to work. He was going to focus on that later.Chelsy, Harry's girlfriend paced around her room after dropping the call with him. How w