TWO
1531 Words
From talking to the famous billionaire in his office to laughing at his jokes and his funny story about his twin brother, I felt like we had known each other for a long time. I mean, who could imagine someone like me would even share a table with the famous Alessandro Ricco?
We spoke for quite some time and had a few drinks. We were both tipsy; one thing led to another, and we were on his couch, kissing hungrily like our lives depended on it. He was a good kisser, no lie, and I was instantly horny. Maybe Brandy was right; I needed to get laid, and with that thought in mind, I gave in and had the most amazing s*x in my life.
I can’t say I wasn’t thinking straight because I enjoyed every moment of it. As I struggle to put on my clothes, he walks up to me and plants a soft kiss on my neck. I am confused since I thought we would be done and he would shove me out of his office.
I smile as I crane my neck from the effect of his cold breath on my neck. He smells nice. I want him to kiss me, but I can’t be like a w***e to him. I’m not a w***e, just a girl with dreams to chase and no money or any source of income.
"Do I get to see you, or is this just a one-time thing?" I ask the question I have been dreading to ask, and he smiles.
"I don’t do relationships, Riley; I'm not a man of my status, but I can’t say this is a one-time thing. I like you." He says this as he adjusts the time on his watch, and I smile nervously.
"Thank you; I should be on my way now. My friend is probably looking for me now." I say, and he nods.
"Here is your money as promised." He says this as he hands me a bundle of notes, and I almost scream.
"No, no, this is way more than you promised."
"I am not giving you this because we had s*x; I am giving it to you because you deserve it." A young girl like you shouldn’t be working in the bar; it is too risky. You know I would make you my girl if my world wasn’t too complicated." He asks, and I smile nervously.
"You mean that?" "How is your life complicated?"
"Story for another day: money can’t buy everything. I should be on my way now; my driver will drop you at your place. I have to be somewhere else right now." He excuses himself, and I nod.
"My stepmom will kill me if I go home right now; I will just look for Brandy and crash at her place for the night; you didn’t have to give me all this money. "I feel like a call girl right now.
"No, consider it a gift from me; it has nothing to do with the s*x we just had; it was amazing though." He adds, and I smile cowardly.
Anyway, he left the office in a rush with clear instructions to the driver to make sure I was safe. He dropped me off at the address I gave him and drove the car back to his place.
"This way, ma’am." The driver instructs, and I follow him indistinctively.
"No, I have to find my friend Brandy." I insist, and he turns to look at me with a fiery red-shot yes. He is scary, yes, but if he can keep me safe, then I have no choice.
"Your friend left a few hours ago; it is 2 AM right now; do you have a place I can drop you off?" I have to pick my boss after this." He asks, and I quickly hand him Brandy’s number. I can’t risk going to the house at this time of the night; Amber would make sure I never live to tell another day.
The drive to Brandy’s place is a silent one; I am holding the cash as if my life depended on it. As soon as he drops me in front of the house, he reverses and swivels on the road, driving away.
I have a spare key to Brandy’s house, so I open the door silently and walk through the dimly lit house.
"Riley, is that you?" Brandy’s sleepy voice makes me stop in my tracks.
"Yes, Brandy, you can go back to sleep now; I will just crash on this couch here." I gabble back, and when I don’t hear from her, I assume she is back to sleep.
I walk to her room and cover her before I take the extra covers and head back to the couch in the living room.
***
A few weeks after the club incident, I can’t seem to get him off my mind. Everything happened so fast, but I didn’t dare touch the money; I deposited it at the bank first thing the following morning.
"You are one lucky girl; Alessandro Ricco is not just any guy that f***s any girl. He must like you."
Those were Brandy’s words after I explained the whole ordeal to her. Maybe she was just overthinking because I hadn’t heard from Alessandro since that night. It is not like he was going to call anyway; I am not his type or his class.
Amber might have tried to incite my father to chase me out of the house, but my father was in a good mood that morning; he only asked me to inform someone at the house if I was not coming back, and that is how I escaped his wrath.
It has been four weeks of planning and executing a better plan for my future. I have already applied to several colleges secretly in hopes of getting a chance at any of them. I want to take hold of my life, make things right, and pursue my dreams.
"I am leaving you in the house; let me find you in here when I get back. I have to pick up your sisters for the summer break," Amber instructs, and I just nod. I don’t want to be on her bad side, so I am doing everything she asks me to do.
"And prepare their rooms as well; dust every corner; make their beds; and you know the drills."
"Yes, Amber. "Everything will be perfect by the time you come back,” I reply sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes at me before she walks out through the door.
After cleaning every part of the house as instructed, I decide to make myself something to eat. I settle on making pancakes my favorite, but after having a bite of one, I get the urge to throw up and run to the bathroom. Then it dawned on me: I hadn’t gotten my period, and I wasn’t even keen to notice it.
"No, no, no." I can’t be pregnant right now! "I have college to go to; I have a life to figure out," I mumble to myself as I lay my head in my hands.
The test confirms I am pregnant, and I am in denial about the whole thing. I am seated in the toilet with the positive pregnancy kit in my hands, tapping my foot nervously on the floor.
My head is in a frenzy, and my mind is in a whirlwind; I can’t think straight! I don’t even hear the door open, revealing those two little spoilt brats.
They are standing at the door, eyeing me like a stranger in their house.
"What is that in your hand?" Mylee asks, and I quickly hide it.
"I know what this is all about; she is pregnant. "Is that why you are crying alone in the bathroom?" Stacy chirps in.
"Oh my God! You are pregnant? "Who is the father of the baby?"
"She is pregnant; how are you going to take care of the baby when you can’t even take care of yourself?"
"Guys, can I get some privacy in here, please?" I scream at them, and they move back in fear.
"What is going on here?" Amber asks as she joins us.
"Nothing; tell your daughters to leave me the f**k alone." "Can't someone have some privacy in this house, or don’t I have access to that?" I ask daringly, and she sighs.
"Okay girls, give the lady some space. "Why don’t you help me prepare dinner tonight?"
"She is pregnant, Mom!" they shout in unison, and Amber turns to look at me, scolding her eyes at me, and I stare at her blankly.
"Riley Anderson! "Tell me this is not true."
"What else do you want me to say?" You can go ahead and tell my father to chase me out of this house. I am sure you have been waiting all your life to do this. Go ahead!" I order her and quickly stand from the toilet seat. I size up the three of them with disgust and slam the door on their faces before I slump back on the toilet seat.
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