Keirah’s POV
Patience is not one of my biggest attributes. I need a superpower to read my doctor's mind on all the results of the medical examination I am constantly taking.Any part of my body diverging from its normal working routine is beyond a red flag for me, hence why I am always visiting my doctor so often.I had a few courses in college and also did a very innovative project in medicine to help me with my biomedical engineering. Nevertheless, I am obsessed with being healthy.While other people get a headache and feel like it is normal. It will get better if they rest and drink enough water.My mind thinks I have a brain tumor or a terminal illness. I am a terrified human being for my health.I will do anything to just make sure I stay healthy forever.In my usual extreme reactions, a simple headache makes me set an appointment with my doctor, doctor Fabian for a checkup.The downside with my doctor is he can never go straight and say hey it's just a headache, take these medications or go have enough rest.He will walk into the room with the result in his hands, showing no emotions on his face.My heartbeat, which is already on the override, wants to get out of my chest and then counsel me for twenty minutes before telling me it’s a simple headache.Today is one of those days I am sitting in Doctor Fabian’s office. Holding my breath and pretending to be staring at the ultrasound monitor.He has been explaining to me the female reproductive system as if I am a final-year medical school student, instead of an impatient patient.I wish to be totally rude for once and interrupt him. Or ask him to stop with the whole pap talk.“Your body has no problem, Keirah. A woman's fertility declines in her late twenties and early thirties.“You are just thirty-two, and you still have three years to thirty-five, when your chances of conceiving naturally will decrease significantly.“However, every woman's fertility journey is different. And can vary based on factors such as overall health and genetic predispositions.“Are you thinking of artificial insemination?”What? No… No… we are not going in that direction. The ‘Are you thinking of artificial insemination?’ Is a point break for me.Okay.Time to go.Stand up and leave.We are no longer a doctor and patients when the questions take this turn.When it’s about the medical stuff. I have reached the highest stage of tolerance.Because I know he will have to stop at some point. And I always seat my ass down to wait for the results.It's far better to know what is wrong with me than to go home and continue on my journey of the weirdest imaginations I have in what is wrong with me.I have been in situations when he asks me questions about delicate and sensitive matters. And previously I always answered him honestly.Then the next thing I knew, everyone in our town knew exactly what we discussed privately.My diagnosis. Everything supposed to be kept confidential is never around here.“Why would I do artificial insemination?! I already found the right person, my soulmate. We have decided….“We will have a baby the traditional way. That’s why I am here. Is that all Doctor Fabian?There is nothing wrong with me, right? Thank you, doctor. I am sorry.“I need to leave for my other appointments.”I stand up, hiding my face. Embarrassed, and I feel lost in the lies I have been keeping up for the last five years.The lie that I am in a relationship and failing to admit I am single.This town has turned me into a constant liar. It never is easy around here.And trying to pretend I am not single is too tiring.The act I am constantly putting up in front of everyone. This mask is suffocating me.“They have discharged him already? I would love to meet him.”He switches off the ultrasound monitor and turns his chair to stand up and walk up to me.I can do this.This is it.This is the beginning of a part of my huge plan.If I fail here and now, that would be a bad start. I swear by the Gods I have never thought I will ever try doing something like this.Even in my weirdest dreams, the thought never crossed me.But I am now standing in a mess. A mess I call a plan that, in a real sense, isn’t.I came here for the fertility test, which is the pre-step in my plan.If anything goes wrong in one step, I will get caught and it’s the end of my life story as I know it.They will find me guilty of sperm theft and will go to jail for ten years. It might backfire into a tragedy.Something I know well enough, but I am fed up with not risking anything to gain meaning for my boring life.This risk I am taking is too high than normal, but I trust in my guts and believe I can pull it through safely.I have spent more time on this than I have ever tried on anything.I am sure I came up with a perfect plan and I will be safe if all goes as planned.Today is the day of initiating the plan.The plan is complicated. That’s why it took me two long years of planning, hacking, and saving a lot of money to pay for everything I need.Today is D-day.The hashtag for the operation is sperm jacking. I am getting pregnant using a man’s semen without his knowledge or consent.I not only want to get a man who can give me sperm, but I must also trick him into having sexual intercourse with me willingly.I plan to take all the time I need to get myself pregnant and bound the man in my lies for as long as I need to get myself pregnant, without the man’s awareness of the big picture.The heavy side of this is, I am not willing to share this with anyone.I do not trust our town's sperm banks or hospitals with this.Which would have been a better path, easy with no risk than I am putting myself through.I will do everything on my own, not a single soul aware from the start to the end.No loopholes.No one will know or get a glimpse of what is truly going on.Pinning down the results I just got from Doctor Fabian on my crazy wall. I run through different cards pinned on the road map of my plan. Double checking, when my phone rings, I walk up to the kitchen to pick it up. “How did you find out?” My mom’s voice shouts on the other side with frustration creeping into the voice. Ugh. Back at it again. I have learned firsthand the hard way about bad parenting from her. Observing all the mothers I know closely. I wonder why I was so unlucky. She is a nightmare. I haven’t seen or heard of a mother like her. Whenever I get a phone call from her. I am guaranteed that anything she has to say to me means harm than good.Making sure she is the first one to hurt me more first. Before, the rest of the world joined in with her to slap me in the face. All her phone calls remind me and are continuations of the torture from that day five years ago. She was the first to call me with the same frustrated voice. Revealing to me with no concern for me
I seriously don’t see anyone I know in person as a potential target or of help in this plan. This plan is a secret I will carry to my grave. My fellow nerds have walked with me side by side from my early years in college to now in our workplace. And I don't see myself with a nerd husband or partner on this, too. Honestly speaking with all my coworkers, I have not seen the real fatherly genes anywhere near them. Ask them code and you get the right answer. Ask them about diapers and some might need G****e to know what that is.I wonder whether my lifestyle, which is divided between my office and my home, is the one that has caused all this loneliness in my life. Or it's just life that has thrown lemons at me. Excelling in every aspect at work goes all the way to excelling at home. Excelling took another road for me with relationships. Cooking and dancing are all that have been consuming my time around my house for years now. My lifestyle. Get home from my nine-to-five jobs, cook
Some people call me a virgin, especially my doctor, but I partially think I am not.Because I have had marvelous sex accompanied by a lot of orgasms by myself for as long as I have been active. At my age, being a virgin is not a weird situation for a nerd like me. crazy bitch. My mind is shouting as I continue with my plan to have sex with a random guy. Not only the books, and porn but also pap smear taught me. I need to have at least physical or mental attraction with the guy for anything passing in the lady parts to work its way up easily. My body and mind must be at peace when all this goes down. Which makes my plan increasingly complicated. The way he communicates and makes me feel is important. To make an experience, I won’t regret as I walk through my path of motherhood. The sound of the notification on my first match on my laptop bar brings my complete attention to the task at hand. Five minutes in and someone is interested. THIS IS A MIRACLE. My heart is pumping high
Every man I am looking at in any match, I involuntarily look for Erede first in that man. It is sick, I know, but my preference is Erede as a starting point to search for Erede first in every love interest I encounter. Every match I have let through to me had something like him, whether physically or in how he addressed anything. It hurts to see me destroyed like that, even with just a thought passing through my head. I feel broken.My mother’s words ring a bell through me. ‘Why can't you stop liking him?’ That is a million-dollar question. If I had an answer or way through. I think I would never see the world with the same eyes. Large wounds I am carrying because of him are heavy. I can’t run away from him forever, I can't run to him, nor can I hide from him for long enough. Because now he is my brother-in-law. He is an immediate family member. Erede’s wound is the largest wound I will carry around all my life. I think this is the biggest reason my love life went sideways from
From my stomach blubbering to the afternoon sun unseen clearly through my bedroom window outside. Which I hadn’t noticed has lost its intensity. The day is ending with me at my happiest point. I have been so absorbed with the plan that I forgot to make lunch or order some. I got all ten matches, two of which already eliminated themselves and eight who stood up to the next round. The printer notification sound is on…This can't be. I jump off the bed to the printer and pick the paper up from the printer. It's Luciano’s report from Cannibals.I can’t believe this. This could not be a coincidence, could it? Today is Christmas for me midst of summer, it has come to me early. A notification from Luciano is open in my tab and I run to see what he posted in our chat box. I can't believe my eyes at the report. I just saw the report I had just printed a few minutes ago. It scares me and excites me that there is someone out there as stupid as I am who will go to this extent just for raw
After messaging Luciano. I turn on the car keys to start my car. Driving like a crazy person to my vajacial spot. I have, for once in a lifetime, scheduled myself for VIP treatment. After my lady parts look brand new with a skin so smooth. I have to testify I never knew how good a vajacial made a difference down there. The next thing on my list is pedicures and manicures, then my hair must be styled. I need to look like I can blend in with the VVIPs. That is not all that is needed to complete my transformation. I am currently walking into the shopping center to get myself a good-looking evening gown and a lot of bikinis and sexy bras to make myself feel good. I have to. It’s now or never with my first sex experience. And I want it perfect.Sitting alone in my living room. Surrounded by everything I need to be packing, but all that I spot all the time are the books on fertility and pregnancy. And a calendar marked with ovulation dates and my last doctor appointments. Staring
On the elevator buttons, the indicator shows, Restaurant floor no 13 Bar and club floor no 13 Number thirteen is my lucky number today. I have a few hours before meeting Don Mauro.This will be my teaser, my number one spot to see how I will spend what I have paid for before walking to Don Mauro. I press the thirteen button, and the elevator closes down and moves. When it reaches the thirteenth floor. I jump out of the elevator straight to the bar. I don't waste time as I ask the bartender for a drink. “Can I have a bottle of the most expensive wine you have got?” The Bartender walks back to the shelf. But before I take a seat. My jam is on. Sean Paul’s new reggae dancehall. The beat coming from the club is extraordinary, mesmerizing, and making a calling for me. I forget all about my request to the bartender. And The next thing I know, I am trotting like a teenager into the club. The club is heaven, an exquisite dancefloor. Side crowd tables. Lights, people enjoying their
I smile back. This was an easy one. Yassa…. Yeah… yeah…. I got him. Despite that, I feel lacking in my accomplishments. I want to hook him more. Making him regret what he thought was a game he could win.I bring on the moves I had kept for Don Mauro tonight. I open one button in my trouser and my bikini strings are visible, my trouser pulled lower in my waist, giving my waist definition as I whine it. Turning the floor to a seductive dance floor. My target is to make him come over to the dance floor and embarrass him. He is the only one in the club not moving an inch in his body. He feels as if he is in the wrong room. Probably because I do not think he can dance. And I think he is worried about losing his position on a high horse. To becoming a laughingstock for a whole club already trembling under his feet. I am determined to do it. To hook him more to a point where I would be proud of myself for still having that influence on a young and powerful man like him at my age. I a