POLLEN’S POV “What do you mean by that?” My mother’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she asked with a look of disbelief on her face, her voice laced with a deep skepticism. “What do you mean by the man you met on the blind date got you pregnant? You didn’t go to the blind date, remember?” She pushed herself forward in her seat to look at me questionably. I couldn’t even look at her face from where I sat on the floor. “I— I did,” I blurted, bowing my head to fiddle with my fingers. “How?!” My mother yelled, she was losing it already. “Didn’t Aunt Maggie give her the wrong address?” Laura, who pretended to be watching TV but listened intently to our conversation, spoke up from the other couch. “I—” I stammered, looking away. “I went to the wrong address and met with the wrong person” My mother exclaimed, sounding angry now. Laura, on the other hand, spun to look at me. “You had a one nightstand with your wrong date?” Laura’s eyes almost popped. “You had a one nightstand with so
POLLEN’S POV Finding his home was as easy as cheese, but no one warned us about the security men hoarding the premises. I stood at the corner, too ashamed to say a word as mother combated the gigantic guards protecting the entrance. “You have to let us in!” My mother wailed, pushing against the guards, but none of them paid her any attention. They just stood there, stiff as rock. Her attempt at pushing past the guards to reach the gate and making loud noises made me cringe. When her attacks became unbearable, they tossed her back at every attempt to reach the gate. She kept screaming and cursing, so I held my breath in the corner until she took a recess—Patricia never retreats nor surrender. She took a few steps away from them before looking at me, “Don’t just stand there! Help me out!” She beckoned me to move closer. “Look at her!” She said to one of the guards, who didn’t look like he gave a hoot. “Do you know who she is?” “No, mother. Don’t do this to me” I begged, my voice
POLLEN’S POV My heart seized when I saw him, something I thought will never happen. He was cladded in a black tuxedo with his hair neatly gelled back and a surprised expression plastered on his face. The moment I laid eyes on him all thoughts of the previous night fluttered in my mind. He was a distraction, that’s for sure. A very handsome one at that, and I was not used to seeing attractive men in such an odd yet breath taking way. “ Is that him?” My mother asked, breaking my train of thought. “Yes” I muttered. From the corner of my eye I could tell that mother was impressed, but she didn’t show it because it wasn’t the right time. “What are you doing here?” His tone was low, yet still held a commanding undertone. His hostility must have jilted mother back to her senses, the silly look of excitement in her face vanished in a blink. I swallowed as if trying to quench a dry mouth, “ I think—I think I’m pregnant” I blurted. Mother slapped me on the shoulder and I winced. “You
RAYMOND’S POV “Come here” I beckoned on her with my eyes. I wasn’t stupid enough to buy the bullshit she was spewing. I watched in amusement as she shook her head repeatedly to indicate she wasn’t going to obey. “I’m talking to you! ” I thundered, then paused to rub my perfect jet black hair in frustration. “You can say whatever you want to say to her here!” Her mother, a shrewd woman with an oval face and very pointy nose stood up in her daughter’s defense. My gaze turned icy, and with how frightened they look, I could tell they sensed the dark aura surrounding me, the air in the room became heavy and oppressive. Her mother took a few steps backwards when I advanced towards them, I heard the little shrimp whimper when I loomed near. The fear In her eyes were obvious, she shot them to brace herself for the worst, probably expecting me to rip her into shreds. But that wasn’t what I had in mind at all. Instead, I pulled her out from her mother’s cocoon and tilted her head to m
POLLEN'S POV With a loud bang, the door was forced open, and my mother appeared. I let the red baggy shirt that was hanging above my chest fall quickly. I was wearing my usual black shorts under the red shirt. She walked toward me with her back straight and a serious expression on her face. Her short brown hair swayed slightly as she went. “What are you doing?” She inquired. Her eyes darted from one side to another, hoping to find what I might be hiding. “Nothing” I mumbled and left the mirror to the bed. When it dawned on me that she didn't knock before walking in, I spun to call her out. “Aren't you supposed to knock? Coming in like that isn't acceptable” I stated calmly. However, she seemed too engrossed in looking around my room to care about my complaint. She stood by the edge of my bed for several seconds. Seeing how nonchalant she was towards my frustration, I left her to slump onto the mattress beside me. All of a sudden, she gasped, and it startled me. “What
RAYMOND'S POVThe hurt in Natasha's in her eyes, the tremble in her voice while she spoke, left pangs of guilt stabbing through my heart. I wanted to take it all away from her, the pain, the fear, and doubt. She was so afraid, and I knew why, but none of what was happening was her fault. None.“Raymond?” She said tentatively. “ Are you certain that baby isn't yours?” She asked slowly, her eyes searching my face for any sign of deception.I etched closer and tucked a little strand that was left out of her ponytail behind her ear.“ You have nothing to be scared of.” My voice was firm, yet gentle as I smoothed back hair from her forehead with one finger.“I want you” I whispered to her, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. “ And nothing can change that”She gave a sad smile before pulling herself close to me, burrowing her head into my neck and clutching onto my shirt desperately like her life depended on it. We stayed like that until I heard footsteps approaching us.“ Don't tell me you
NATASHA'S POVI was in a state of rage, a very intense one, and no number of congratulations from well-wishers was helping. The look of excitement on that woman's face as she announced that her child will be marrying Raymond still taunted me.My devilish glare fell on my mother-in-law to be, she caused all of these. When I called her that one fateful night to know how Raymond was doing, as usual, she told me he wanted a bride. Someone to give him a child that would enable him to take over the Company. At that time, I was set to marry Damon, the only man I dated throughout my stay in France. Good thing I didn't blurt it out to her, that I was getting married. A few days to my supposed wedding, I found my best friend in bed with the man I was about to marry. And that's how I returned to Georgia to marry Raymond, after kicking against a surprised encounter to no avail. The dramatic Matilda felt meeting in a regular manner would make our reunion boring and awkward, which, I believed, was
POLLEN'S POVWith a loud bang, the door was forced open, and my mother appeared. I let the red baggy shirt that was hanging above my chest fall quickly. I was wearing my usual black shorts under the red shirt. She walked toward me with her back straight and a serious expression on her face. Her short brown hair swayed slightly as she went. “ What are you doing?” She inquired. Her eyes darted from one side to another, hoping to find what I might be hiding.“ Nothing” I mumbled and left the dressing table for the bed.When it dawned on me that she didn't knock before walking in, I spun to call her out on it.“ Aren't you supposed to knock? Coming in like that isn't acceptable” I stated calmly.However, she seemed too engrossed in looking around my room to notice my presence. She stood by the edge of my bed for several seconds. Seeing how nonchalant she was towards my complaint, I left her to slump onto the mattress beside me. All of a sudden, she gasped, and it startled me.“ What is