Chapter 2
Naomi
Still trying to understand my life and the pathway I’ve set out for myself, all thanks to my greed
o a cab.
I dry my eyes and stretch my other hand further to stop a
My eyes are still getting blurry as more tears emerge.
I could abort this baby if I had to and wanted to
I don’t actually need to consort Circenn, since he wouldn’t give a darn about my existence.
A man such as Circenn? He probably has a boatload of high–class ladies in his coop, and some of them are probably yearning to get pregnant for
him.
I would be like a tiny bee in its nest, waiting to hit her final sting and then give her life away, compared to the ladies he would rather give his full
time to
Every lady of Queins wants him, and every man admires him
The city basically worships him
What have I gotten myself into?
A cab pulls up in front of me, and I step into the car, clutching my purse like a child.
Trying not to give away that I have been crying. I try to keep my voice neutral as I tell the driver my home address.
He glances at me from his rear mirror, but I look away immediately so he won’t catch my red and swollen eyes,
The driver hits the road, and I let the silence of the car kill me as the memories of that night with Circenn Blood my brain.
If only I had just said “no” to Circenn, I wouldn’t be balling my eyes right now and wanting to punch the air so bad.
Despite keeping the order from my boss to not say no to him and serve him well as a guest of honor,
Circenn himself is a man you can’t say no to. I don’t know how he does it.
Maybe I was a bit short on my monthly rent and wanted a crazy tip from him, and I had served him with this raved–specific femininity, but when he returned the energy and started flirting, seeing how I was, I remained the dumb one.
He succumbs to all his body language like a fool
Not because I was asked not to say no. But because Circenn is a man of gazillion charms, he had gotten me right where he wanted. In his bed.
The moment was so blissful. I didn’t know I was making a mistake and giving too much.
Every part of me screamed “No when Circenn and I shared that bed, but despite me screaming on the inside, my body responded to his like it belonged to him. The room was dark–too dark to make out his face–but yet his voice alone surely left me assundered
It was too good to be true, and I feel ashamed now, thinking back on how I felt and never wanting it to end.
Well, lucky for me, it did end, and I have an actual baby in my stomach,
My body start
starts to create its own tiny jingles, and my right thumb starts to twitch, along with a heaving pressure on my u
on my upper stomach.
In no time, I realise my panic attack is trying to get the best of me, and I immediately roll down the cab window to get some fresh air.
I burst out into an inaudible cry, letting the wind dry my tears the minute they came out
A baby is a freaking huge responsibility. And it would definitely cost me half my life.
I get home that evening, and the water bill notice hanging on my mini fridge greets my face as I walk into my tiny apartment. Thanks to the wind.
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I throw the paper out of my face and take a seat on my bed.
I look around
my room, and the tightness around my chest worsens
I basically live in a sh*thole, and if the thought of aborting this child doesn’t naturally cross my mind in the next five seconds, I know I’m in
trouble.
can’t do this to myself. I basically have no family or friends to talk to about this.
1 bury my hand in my palm when I get the urge to cry again.
I only have Dr. Housten to talk to about this, and he probably has his stuff to worry about
I get on my feet and go to stand in front of my mirror. My eyes fall on my stomach, and slowly, my hand glides on it.
A baby!
This couldn’t be real. It’s not feeling real.
Abort it. Abort the baby,
That is the only way.
My ringing phone suddenly makes me flinch, and I place my hand on my chest as I grab my phone.
My heart almost drops to my chest when I see my landlord’s name on screen.
Why the hell is he calling?
I didn’t drill a hole in the wall this time. And I’ve definitely paid my rent, So what is his problem?
“Hey, Mr. Ross.” I try to sound cheerful the moment I hit the answer button.
“Uh Naomi..” He sighs, sounding like the same depressed man he always sounds like.
“Is something wrong?” I take a step forward.
“Is something wrong! Naomi, your monthly due has expired, of course something’s wrong” Mr. Ross Blares.
-What! I
I just paid, like, tw
two weeks ago. That can’t be right.” I shake my head.
You–w
wait.. you didn’t get the message!”
“Message! About what?” I feel my heart skip a beat.
“There has been an increase for the annual and monthly pay
“What?” Thear myself scream
This honestly can’t be right.
“Well, I apologise, I must have missed you, but I’ll re–send the message to you, and you have at least two weeks to complete the payment. Have a nice day, Naomi
The call ends before I am even able to say something.
My heart is still beating out of the ordinary and it gets worse when Landlord’s Ross message enters.
Great!
The rent has increased by thirty percent.
Out of the blue.
I can’t afford to pay this sick amount every single month. Does he want me to live on
the streets!
500
on with
I barely have enough to eat, and it’s a miracle my electricity hasn’t been cut off, well, yet. The water bills are insane, and now I have to g this hefty rent money,
1 aggresively throw my phone on my bed and bite my bottom lip.
12:54 PM C
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Think Naomil
There’s no way I can ask my boss for advance payment, and my monthly salary stinks. I’m only a waitress, and the only good money that comes out of working in a nightclub is either from being a private stripper or a general manager.
And I definitely can’t be any of those things.
Gosh. I honestly need money!
And to top it all, I am pregnant.
I really hate today. What manner of bad luck is this?
I grab my phone again and hop on the internet, searching for the easiest way to get quick money.
I throw my phone on my bed again when the option clearly states to either rob a bank or find a heist.
“I hate my life.”
I mumble under my breath as I turn to the mirror behind me.
My eye slowly falls to my stomach, and suddenly it hits me.
Hold on a second.
la
I am in desperate need of quick money, and I am pregnant with a billionaire soon to be a trillionaire.
Every father should be aware of their kids, right?
And I never
er even got the money I thought I was going to get the night we slept together, I had to keep up with everything he did, be nice, thinking he’d fire me a tip.
Instead he gave me a baby.
But no freaking way.
I can’t do this!
I toss my ominous thoughts aside, but it clouds my mental screen the moment I discard it.
Okay fine!
I don’t care a
‘t care anymore. I have to do this.
I grab my purse and my phone and slip out of my apartment like a ninja.
Maybe this is it.
This is my lemon, and I just need to make a lemonade out of it.
I stop a running cab the minute I walk out of my apartment building, breathing like a deranged soul.
-Where to?” The driver asks.
“The rity’s tallest skyscraper. HT Group, I say, and he nods.
