By the time I was fully dressed the time was 9 am. I was done, hence quickly tied my hair in a loose bun, took my little backpack and phone, and stormed out of the room. It was a beautiful day, a fresh morning that promised so many things. I was looking forward to exploring this new life even if it was just for nine months "Wow such beauty" I muttered looking around while I was walking, it was beautiful and clean and so spotless that everything screamed expensively and when I took a right turn heading to the stairs suddenly"Ahh!" a gasp left my lips when I suddenly bumped into something solid and then I was in someone's arms. My head hit what felt like a hard chest which seemed to be covered in clothing hence I looked up while massaging my forehead only for my heart to race rapidly"G...good morning s...sir" I stammered nervously and quickly moved away from Victor's embrace, it seemed without looking where I was going, I bumped into the owner of the house and his expression was as b
(Vivienne)I was a little jittery and a lot apprehensive as I looked around the hospital room. I didn't know why hospitals gave me a fluttery feeling which made me hate the place even more.The smell of various medications lingered in the air or whatever fragrance they used to keep that blood smell at bay. My hands rubbed together as I waited for the doctor to come back since he left with Victor immediately we came in.I was in one of the cleanest rooms with a sizeable bed with white and blue linens covering the thick mattress. The room was painted a white color which gave it a bright shiny room and the curtains were light blue and drawn apart. "W...where is he I…"I muttered out of frustration as I prepared to walk out of the room but soon the door opened and the jovial-looking doctor walked in smiling as I found him.I had to be honest, unlike the first time I saw him, the male doctor turned out to be a funny man. He was way excited to see me and I couldn't help but smile each time
"Give" I flinched, not sure why he was coming toward me holding that big needle in his hands. He wasn't a doctor so why was he taking up the job?My face turned ashen white even without looking in the mirror I knew my face had turned pale and sweaty was dripping down my face as my chest rose and fell steadily"What's your favorite sport?"To my surprise, Victor asked me the question as he took my arm and I felt his warm hands connected with my skin even when he was wearing gloves.I blinked several times looking at him with shock in my eyes but he didn't even dare look at me, his eyes were fixed on my arm"B...basketball"I mumbled more to myself and I waited to hear what he had to say but a good amount of time passed as I scanned his face not sure what he was thinking, his brows creased a little and I thought he didn't know what to do, he looked rather calm and with a serious facial expression.I failed to understand his personality, was he just cold-hearted or maybe he got irritated v
(Vivienne)I never imagined being pregnant would be so tiring. I was sleeping in my head but in reality, I was fully awake."Ugh" I groaned in frustration as I moved around the bed groaning lazily. I was agitated as well as anxious. I was bored to death and I couldn't stop touching my belly for a second.It was too good to be true, it has been like two weeks since the IVF happened. I thought I would feel the little thing right away but so far, it was nothing, like I couldn't feel anything"How come it's not moving...aren't I supposed to be throwing up and acting all preggy"I mumbled as I sat up and raised my shirt so I could see my belly. It was flat and looked nothing like I was pregnant. How on earth, Justin said it was successful so why wasn't my belly big like a water balloon yet"I should get something to eat, "I said, crawling out of bed. I was so bored with nothing to do, I swear two weeks indoors with nothing to do nearly drove me crazy. All I did was sleep, look at my phone.
Yes, he would get angry but I just wanted to take a look. And when I turned the gold-made knob, I slightly pushed the door open and closed one eye as I peek in to see if Tiny, as they called the puppy, was there but he was nowhere to be seen hence I opened the door fully and I was stunned. My jaw dropped, I thought I would find some luxurious room with so many expensive things, but to my surprise, the room was just normal. I walked in and closed the door. My eyes shifted around and I smiled. It smelled lovely, like the man himself and I guessed it was so because the room was his"Tiny...where are you, buddy?"I called out to the little one in a soft low voice and lowered to check if he was hiding anyway. I searched the bed but he was nowhere to be seen. I looked around the bed, the dressing mirror and I searched the balcony but still, I didn't find it."Maybe he isn't here" I muttered with a frown resting my hands on my hips. I'm sure if Julia was right about the little puppy being any
(Vivienne) I was sweating all over keeping my eyes away from the grumpy man who was enraged beyond reason. I only looked up at him one time but his red eyes were enough to scare the living daylight out of me. I acted in a naive way despite everything I was told about getting in his room and touching his things and now he was angry at me although he only shouted at me once, to leave his room and never set my feet there. I was anxious as I sat in the living room waiting for the victor to come so that I could say sorry to him I saw Beverly walk in a few minutes ago and I guessed she was seeing Victor. I was hoping to see her so I asked her a few questions about Victor "It's just been two weeks and you made him angry...tsk tsk...I wonder where he picked a classless girl like you from" as if my situation wasn't enough I have to deal with Monica's tantrums. She approached where I was sitting and sat down elegantly as she reached for a fashion magazine on the side table and crossed her le
After saying my goodbye to Beverly, I fixed myself and paced around the living room before I could go ahead and meet the grumpy man. I had to say, Beverly was a kind-hearted woman. I hated the way Monica spoke to her but keeping that aside, I knocked on the door to the study room and moved back as I waited for the man inside to say a come in. I was a little nervous as I fiddled with my cold hands, digging my nails in my palm while biting my bottom lip anxiously. A while passed and I heard a come in, I slowly but surely pushed the door open and walked inside and closed it back as I made my way to the grumpy man half sitting on his wooden desk. I stood to the sides like an obedient child with my head lowered. If I were to stand with him. I swore I would look like his little daughter although my features weren't so timid, I was a lot bold and confident but with Victor he made me seem like a scared little girl who had to be obedient to him and that was not what I liked I stood there w
(Vivienne)I always had this assumption about rich people. They were classy, lived in big mansions, and ate good food. Wore expensive clothes and jewelry.They had nothing to worry about because they had all the things more money could buy for them.I always thought rich people were happy and never went through emotional things or problems because they had money hence lived a happy lifeThis was the main reason why I wanted to be successful, if I had money no one would look down on me. No one would reject me and call me a gold digger just because I was lacking something. To me having money was a source of happiness and no could make me think otherwise "Please make sure you eat a lot...sir ordered us to make some fruit salad for you as well, "J Julia said as soon as she came back to the dining room and two other female servers who barely said a word started fishing out the food. I sat there, I counted the chairs at the dining table and they were close to eight or ten. The gold-made ta