There is no Escaping at this point. What do you think Aaron wants. How do you think this would go? Thanks for reading and voting.
He stood in a blue shirt and trousers with his back to the car and his arms crossed over his chest, and I knew he was waiting for me.This was the wrongest time to meet up and the worst place to meet because things were beyond my control.My heart squeezed in my chest at the sight of him, and our eyes locked. He had the same formal and blank look he’d had on his face when we interacted with each other at the university a few days ago.After almost a minute of a locked gaze, his eyes wandered from mine, travelling down to Zion, whose small hand I held onto. I could see the flicker of emotions in Aaron’s eyes at the sight of him. These emotions ranged from surprise to confusion, a bit of pain, and then anger. His teeth clenched, and his breathing grew laboured.I knew he knew at this moment that Zion, my son, was his.It wasn’t hard to guess. Zion was his father’s son and had all his features, from his eyes to his smile and his face. My son barely looked like me, and I knew Aaron’s reali
Part 3Eight-thirty p.m.I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in my reflection and wondering if how I looked was okay enough for my meet-up with Aaron Hart. I was in a black silk dress with a hollow chest that showed just a hint of my cleavage. It had slim hands and left my shoulders bare. The outfits hugged every curve I had from top to bottom. It doubled in size after I had Zion, and though I thought it would leave in due time, it hadn’t. I wasn’t complaining.My dirty blonde hair I held up my hair in a loose bun, letting a few curls fall onto my shoulders. I applied a little make-up and touched my lips with red lipstick and my lashes with black mascara. I needed to look my best, and though I felt as if this was too much, I reminded myself that the man I was going to meet was Aaron Hart. He might have seemed like a normal man five years ago, but he was a businessman and a multimillionaire, and I didn’t want to appear wretched before him.However, tonight wasn’t about me; it was a
“He said what?” Diya exclaimed in a tone of disbelief.“He offered to take over eighty per cent, Diya. That was his most generous offer to me for hiding his son from him for over four years.” I answered, watching her pace around my room as if it were her world that had just caught fire.As soon as I left the restaurant, I called Diya because I felt trapped and couldn’t go home. It was past ten at night, but she answered the call, and when I told her where I was, she came to get me.I couldn’t even call and tell Daniel anything because I didn’t know where to begin. Daniel usually had a handful of troubles to deal with, and I couldn’t add to them. I knew I’d have to soon, but for now, I needed Diya more.She brought me home and tried to console me while I sobbed my eyes out. She kept consoling me despite not knowing what had happened. After I calmed down, she called Greg and told him she wouldn’t come back home because she needed to be with me. Greg must have given in because she ended t
Almost an hour later, I stepped out of the bedroom with Diya behind me and made my way to the front door. I opened the door and glanced around to see where he was. When I didn’t, I wondered whether he had gotten tired and given up the fight, but Aaron wasn’t one to give up that easily. Not the Aaron I’d gotten to know these past few weeks.My eyes travelled down the street, and I saw a black Mercedes parked there. As soon as I caught sight of it, the car turned on and moved towards my front door. It packed up, and out came the dashing Aaron in simple khaki trousers and a white polo. He had glasses over his face, and his hair was in the same bun as when we met yesterday. He closed the car and locked it before approaching the front door, where I stood with Diya. With every step he took, my heartbeat increased. I was certain I could not face him. I was still a mess on the inside, and he looked prepared for chaos.“Zera, good morning.”“It’s hardly a good morning since you ruined it as fas
“Zera,” Diya called from behind, and I spun around to see her holding onto Zion’s hand while they both stared at us.She released his hand, and he walked over to me with slow steps. I stooped and stroked his hair down his face tenderly before standing up and stepping out of the way so he could meet his father.He took his step carefully, and I watched Aaron’s agitated look as he waited for Zion to meet up with him. He stooped down when Zion reached him, and they came to almost the same height.“You have the same eyes as me,” Zion said, his tone coming off as shy.Aaron laughed, and my stomach fluttered at how amazing it still sounded after many years. “Yes, I do. And you have the same dimple I have,” he pointed out.Zion bit his lips and nodded, “Yes, I do.” Then he asked, “My favourite colour is blue. What is yours?”“Also blue.” I turned away from them to Diya, my heart aching in my chest and my eyes glassy. Aaron looked so good with Zion, and they clicked so well, as if they had al
I led him into my bedroom, and I began undoing the buttons holding my dress together. Once they all came off, the fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in my black lace pants and bra. He undid his trousers as well and took off the grey shirt he had on, and my eyes followed his every movement with keen focus.He came into the bed, and we kissed hard while our hands roamed over each other. I moaned when I felt him press against my lower stomach, and my legs grew damp with need. He pulled at the black lacy pants I had on, and just as he was about to slip his finger inside, my home line rang.We paused, and a few seconds later, Daniel kissed my lips. “Don’t answer it,” he mumbled, trailing it down my neck.I moaned and shut my eyes, letting it ring until the call ended. A second later, it rang again, and I knew whoever was calling wouldn’t stop until the call went through.Groaning, I picked up the line on my lamp stand and held it to my ear.“Where did you keep your phone?” came the annoye
“If you feel it’s too much, you can always tell me to stop,” Diya said.She fed me details about how she wanted her wedding to go down. It was three days away, and the bridal shower was tomorrow. I was her maid of honour, and the majority of her duties rested on my shoulders. Though we had planned for it, she was sceptical of my role. She worried about my ability to deliver, considering everything going on in my life with Aaron, Zion, and Daniel and work. Especially since the semester was ending.As much as she wanted everything to work out as planned, she didn’t plan to overwork anyone. Contrary to her fear, I found no stress in this, and I was eager to be the maid of honour. It was an honour for me, and I felt excited to play my part. I had already made plans for Zion.Once school closes tomorrow, I will take him over to Aaron’s residence, where he will be for the next two days. I had already given Aaron Lionel’s number so he could reach him since both Godiya and her parents would be
Yes, we arrived at the church three minutes later than expected. Greg was already waiting at the altar for his to-be bride, and at the sight of her, relief washed over his face. In the end, the wedding was a success. With the hangover headache gone, I could carry out my duties as a maid of honour and deliver.We moved to the reception, the massive, well-decorated Charis Hall, and Diya and Greg got to dance and play the silly couples games, which made the whole hall cheer and applaud them. They were the definition of a couple’s goal, and their happiness brought me so much joy. I had watched them meet and fall in love over six years ago, and seeing how far their story had come was perfect. I could only wish them the best from here.My mind raced back to Zion, wondering if he was okay or thinking about Mommy too. I should have called, but I couldn’t remember where I dropped my phone. I didn’t have Aaron’s phone number memorised, so I couldn’t call. I missed him and would get to him as soo