Mr. CEO, I Cannot Be Hidden Anymore

Chapter 7

Joseph's POV:

"Hey, sweetheart. I came to your house today after taking work leave. As we plan to get married, I told my father, Senator Patrick Stanley, that I want to come live with you and get to know the man I'm going to marry," Nina said.

My blood boiled as I hadn't expected Nina to show up at my house.

"My house?" I asked Nina again, as if I had misheard.

"Yes, Joseph. Your house. I got the address from your father. Although I know I told you we wouldn't have s*x until we're married, well, we can do many other things—like cook for you. I can accompany you to your office to learn more about you and see if we're truly compatible for marriage. Besides, we're already engaged, and none of our families would complain. I shouldn't have to explain all this to you," Nina said. Her tiny feminine voice sounded heartbroken, and I swallowed hard.

"Alright. I'll get home soon. Are you sure you're in my house or my father's house?" I asked Nina one more time, and she replied coolly, "I'm in your house, Joe. Come on home. I arrived early, so I already made a pot of chicken pepper soup for us to celebrate our first day together. Today is October 18th, and I know your birthday falls in a month's time. How do we celebrate it if I don't get to know you better? Also, our wedding is next January. So we have to get along during this period as friends. I'll be waiting for you, honey."

I swallowed hard again, not expecting Nina to say that.

Damn it!

Nina didn't speak much when I first met her. How did she suddenly talk so much now, adding to my headache?

How could Nina come to my house uninvited? When I hadn't even asked her to?

I glanced at my left ring finger and recalled that I had only engaged Nina verbally. I hadn't given her a ring.

That relieved me, and I told her, "Alright. I'll be home soon. I've already closed from work; I just took so long to wrap up. You know today is Monday, and we had a busy schedule to handle."

"I understand, babe. You don't need to explain all that to me. I'll be expecting you at home, honey. Take care."

The phone call ended, and I stood rooted in my office, gripping my black briefcase. I hadn't expected my day to turn this hectic.

Meeting Amaka Richard—and the fact that I still felt strongly attracted to her—plus Nina moving into my mansion to live with me.

How did I fix this mess?

I had just acquired that mansion last year and moved in early this year. But I still visited home during weekdays to bond with my mother.

Mom remained possessive of me since I resembled her so much.

I got all my handsome features from my mother. But I inherited my intelligence and smarts from my dad.

Mom came from a rich family. She met my father and always told me he proved very faithful and industrious.

Mom often spoke about my dad and stressed that she wanted me to marry a good woman who loved me and worked hard too—not someone without plans for the future.

That was the main reason my parents agreed I should court Nina; she passed all those tests and qualities to make a good mother.

Nina stayed fair-skinned and tall. She looked very pretty like Amaka, but she wasn't Amaka. Nina stood out in her own way.

I turned off my office light switch as night had fallen. Then I walked out of my office and exited the fifth-floor hallway.

I glanced back at Simon Braxton's office and remembered how he had gotten friendly with Amaka.

I decided I would call Simon into my office and speak to him—to remind him to focus on his job here.

Simon had worked for me for two years, since I joined this company four years ago.

I sighed, stepped into the elevator shortly after handing my office key to Tyler Ivan.

I headed to my black car parked in the company's driveway. I drove a black G-Wagon.

I unlocked the driver's seat door, hopped into my car, and started the engine. Then I drove back to my own house, with thoughts of Amaka flooding my mind.

***

"Do you promise you'll marry me? I don't want to lose my virginity until I'm married," Amaka said, after I finally convinced her to meet me in a hotel room.

"Don't worry, I'll marry you," I lied to Amaka, even though all I wanted was to sleep with her. I acted like a horny i***t, and I knew lying to a woman to get into her pants wasn't right. But I couldn't help it. I had to lie since that's what she wanted.

If I had told Amaka then that I only wanted s*x—and that we came from different backgrounds—

Amaka might have rejected me, and I could have died from the pain in my manhood that craved her touch. It felt like my manhood had a mind of its own. It wanted Amaka, and my mouth kept lying to her, telling her everything she wanted to hear until she agreed and slept with me.

***

I shut my eyes as I got home and arrived at the front gate of my duplex mansion.

My house stood painted in white. While my father owned a similar house on the island, I chose this one here on the mainland because it sat closer to the company and made a beautiful home.

It nestled in an enclosed estate, worth 15 million.

I sighed, honked my car horn, and my gateman came out to welcome me.

"Welcome, boss," he greeted me, and I waved for him to open the gate.

Alex returned to the gate, unlocked it, and I drove in.

I stepped out of my car and looked in my driveway.

I owned three cars: a black Mercedes-Benz GLC, a white Bentley, and a black G-Wagon.

I glanced at my garage and spotted a white Honda Pilot parked there, confirming that Nina Stanley had truly arrived at my home.

"Welcome, babe," Nina rushed up to meet me. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

I hadn't expected the sudden kiss, and my brows furrowed at Nina. But I quickly softened as she took my briefcase from my right hand.

"Welcome, babe. How was work?" Nina asked, as I sighed.

Nina looked pretty in her knee-length white night dress. She seemed very beautiful, and I didn't think she deserved a man like me.

I felt fụcked up—a mess dealing with my conflicted emotions.

"My day was fine. Come in. Let's go inside," I told Nina. I marched forward into the house without waiting for her to catch up with my long strides.

Although Nina stood tall with long, slender legs.

She entered a few minutes later, and my maid, Tope Hilary, greeted me.

"Welcome, sir," Tope said. She had taken care of my house, sweeping and cleaning, and one thing I liked about her: she never lusted after me.

Tope was a single lady, and I allowed her to manage my home. But she was older than me—thirty-five years old—and I didn't know why she stayed single.

"Thank you," I told Tope and paused as Nina entered the living room.

"Have you shown Nina to the guest room?" I asked Tope. She wore a blue night dress and a black pair of slippers.

Tope stayed dark-skinned like me. Her eyes widened, and Nina quickly said, "Babe, I can't stay in the guest room. We'll soon marry, so I opted to share your bedroom with you."

"What?!" My eyes widened as I turned to face Nina.

"No, babe. We can't share a bed. I'm a man, and I don't want to get tempted and sleep with you before we're married. You remember you said no s*x until marriage," I reminded Nina. I looked at her pretty fair face under the living room bulb.

My living room stood painted white. Likewise, my entire house featured white interior and exterior walls.

"I know I said so," Nina said as she marched up to meet me.

"But I want you now, Joe. I don't think it's bad if we do it. Besides, we'll still marry, and that will test your level of performance in bed too."

Tope quickly bowed and left us. "I'll be in the kitchen now, sir. Should I serve your dinner?"

"No. I'm not hungry," I replied forcibly to Tope, but Nina frowned and asked, "Why, babe? But I told you I made something special for you."

Listening to Nina's soft voice—how she sounded so seductive and charming—made me uncomfortable. I got aroused easily, and that stemmed partly because I had thought about Amaka all day.

I desired to have Amaka again, and with Nina here, I didn't know how to fix this.