( Tessa’s POV)Sex with Jordan had always been amazing, I couldn't get enough of him. It had been a week since we had sex in his office, and I had been anticipating more of that office romance. I grinned to myself as I drove into the company, with my plans to make Jordan mine forever. This was my dream.I was dressed in a brown straight skirt with a white blouse. My stiletto heels were black, and my handbag was light brown, matching my skirt. I walked in elegantly after parking my car in the driveway. I knew Jordan would be in; he was a workaholic.The night Jordan and I met, we didn't know each other, but he looked familiar to me. I took a picture of his handsome face while he was sleeping before leaving for home the next day after a long night of sex.My mom saw his picture on my phone, and she recognized him. His father and my father used to be business partners, and I knew that would work in my favor. Jordan didn't know this, and I was not willing to let him know until the time wa
( Jordan’s POV)I watched the drama between my father and Tessa.How did they know each other? Was I banging one of my father's sluts? I asked myself.Tessa barely looked him in the face, seeming to have a lot of regard for him, and I was curious to know what was between them.I had been looking for ways to get rid of her, and getting to know her relationship with my father might make it easier, I thought to myself."A fine girl you've got yourself. I never knew you'd started dating again," Father said as he took a seat after Tessa left the office.I kept a straight face, wondering why he was here. He didn't visit me, and I didn't pick up his calls. The last time we saw each other was a year ago."Why are you here, Dad?" I asked, my tone sharp and biting.He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Can't a father visit his son without a reason?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation."How did you know Tessa?" I asked again."Oh, Tessa is my friend's daughter. I n
( Cassies’s POV)I got dressed ready for school and remembered the conversation I had with my mom the day before. Even though I wasn't okay with her suggestions, I had to do it. She was my mother and was struggling to make ends meet.I wore ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket with grey sneakers. I looked in the mirror to check out my face and appearance after dressing up. I needed to apply a little make-up to my face before going out of my room. I bade my mom goodbye and got out of the house to flag down a cab.I was lucky to get a cab on time. A few minutes later, the cab pulled over in front of the campus. I alighted from the cab, paid, and walked in. I had the intention of talking to Pamela that day. I was ready to talk to her about the pregnancy and my decision.Pamela was a good friend indeed, and she understood my silence. She didn't pressure me to tell her things that I didn't feel like telling her like my mom would do. Whenever I didn't feel like talking, s
( Cassie’s POV )I am relieved the words are out, so I released a deep breath. I didn't even realize I had been holding in my breath. Pam is silent much to my surprise.I am thinking she will exclaim, "what the hell!" or ask if I am stupid to think of such. But she isn't saying anything.I opened my eyes slowly and turn to look at her. She is just watching me, with her face devoid of expression. I don't know what she is thinking and if she is in support. I leaned my head down, waiting for something to come out of her mouth. Pamela has always been the mature one between us and I always run to her for advice. She is next in line to my mom and I love her."You want to abort the baby?" She demanded."Yes", I answer sharply."Why" Her voice is lowI shrugged. "Mom and I talked last night and we........"And she asked you to go for an abortion?" I can sense the disbelief in her tone.Pamela knows me well and she knows I can never think of such things if someone hadn't put the idea into my h
( Cassie's POV )I stared at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who was silently looking at me. I moved back to where we were seated and buried my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He was making me feel cheap and worthless."Cassie", Pamela is back beside me. She touched my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thought I was crying but I was not. I wanted to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame."Cassie?" She calls again. "Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lifted my head to ask her. "It doesn't matter", she shakes her head. "What?" I exclaimed. "It doesn't matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won't like me again", I half-yelled. She looked thoughtful for a while befo
( Cassie's POV )"Jordan John Alvarez?" Mom pronounced his name out after I had told her he is the one I had sex with.She had grabbed the magazine from me and examined him carefully to see if he is fit to be called my baby father. I know my mom. That is what she was doing."Alvarez?" Pamela questioned and stands up to comecloser to us. "He is your baby father?" She asked when she saw his picture. Beneath the large image is another picture of him and a girl. She sat on his lap kissing him. I was trying so hard not to look at the picture below. I guess this is why he is called a womanizer.I nodded gently at Pamela, feeling sorry for myself. I am sure he has even forgotten about the night we had together. I am sure he must think I am one of those cheap girls he played around with. I looked back at the picture to see the name of the lady, Tessa Rodriguez, it says.Is she one of his slut or his real girlfriend? I asked myself."I can't believe Jordan is your baby father", Pamela jerks m
( Jordan's POV )I know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drove into my father's mansion.The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminded me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see.The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain. I am here because I wanted to get the award and to see my mother after . I get out of the car and moved towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answered none of the greetings as I walked in. The living room was empty and I wondered where everyone was. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl comin
( Jordan's POV )"What?" I exclaimed with a short laugh.Mother's wish for me to get married sounded ridiculous to my ears. I don't see myself ever getting married. I hate being committed to someone.I don't want to be like my father. I don't see myself getting dressed up to be wedded to some girl. I guess this is because I don't believe in people's thinking that marriage is a happily ever after thing. No, it isn't. It isn't for my parents and I feel it isn't for everyone. We all think it is because of the unrealistic dramas we watch on TVs or read in books.Marriage they say is not a bed of roses, but to me, marriage is a bed full of thorns for both partners. I can't get married. I have enough troubles already, getting married is like adding to the list of problems I am trying to tackle."You know I don't believe...""Why don't you believe in love and marriage?" She interrupts me. The smile on her face is no longer there, it has been replaced with a worry-laced expression.I shrugge