Zan Dalmonte

"How could you? He thundered.

" I... I.. " Taylor was at loss for words, this was not how she planned to tell them.

How did they find out?

Why was the file on the table?

Taylor's eyes darted to Amelia.

The witch had a sly smile on her face.

There was nothing she could do, she had to face them with the truth.

"Your beloved daughter is nothing but a shame! She's gotten herself pregnant"

Her step mother was quick to interrupt with venomous words.

"Our reputation is ruined! 

Her father's eyes were cold as it settled on her.

"You'll fix this Taylor, you'll get rid of it"

Taylor's heart rebelled.

"I will not!

" You will, you loose whore" her stepmother butted in.

Taylor bit back the retort that sprang to her lips, aware that Amelia's hypocrisy was a sore spot she couldn't press.

This woman knew of her daughter's transgressions, knew how she slept with different men.

Amelia was a whore, a full time whore.

" Three days Taylor, if you don't fix this, I'll kick you out!

There was no single hint of emotion in her father's eyes.

He meant every word.

He'd changed so much.

He was no longer the loving, devoted man shed known as a kid.

His mind has been poisoned by her Evil stepmother.

After her mother passed away, her Dad remarried her evil stepmother who already had a daughter.

It was his biggest mistake.

Apparently, he was yet to see it.

Taylor had to do one thing, she was going to look for the stranger, at least he should know, it was his child too.

She remembered the card.

This could be the next step, 

Meeting with the stranger again.

* * * * * *

The man sat in a recliner, thinking about the lady he'd taken to bed.

The way she kissed him.

Her lips were so sweet, so hard to resist.

He was quite drunk, but not dunk enough to resist his desires.

He'd forgotten to ask of her name tho.

He only remembered her Preety eyes, and face, her beautiful shape, if only he'd been sober!

He'd visited the bar hoping to see her again, to bed her, to enjoy every bit of her, to take her in all the different ways he could think of.

He never saw her again.

"Mr Dalmonte" Mark came in interrupting his thoughts 

"What is it? He asked

" You have to look for a wife immediately, I'll loose my Job!

Mark had been looking for many suitable matches for his Boss, but he'd not succeeded.

Zan Dalmonte had rejected every date, he'd set up.

His job was on the line!

The Dalmonte's family were in dire need of an heir.

His boss was in no rush to give in.

He was not even interested in the idea of marriage.

Mark was doing all he could to convince him.

Every attempt failed !

He was going to keep trying.

Zan interrupted him before he could speak.

" Quit worrying about my life, worry about the conference meeting"

" Okay Boss, promise me" Mark would not give up

" You'll get an heir right?

"Mark!

" Sir"

" Not a word about an heir or a wife"

" You won't find another good secetary"

" Let me worry about that"

" But..."

" Mark"

" Okay " he did a zip-up gesture, with his hands to his mouth.

Zan watched as Mark walked out.

Apparently, his parents were going to use everything they could lay their hands on, to convince him to get an heir.

Poor Mark had himself caught up in their game.

Getting married was the only way to free him from the clutches of his parents.

Zan ran his hand through his curly hair.

He was already thinking about it, all he had to do was get a woman pregnant, give them exactly what they wanted.

Zan was going to propose a contract, he would give them an heir, divorce the woman, and pay her off.

Problem solved!

The smile on Taylor's face as she found the card, she'd had been frustrated as she searched for the card

She held the card, closing her eyes.

Finally, the stranger was within reach.

Taylor opened her eyes, and as she read the card, she thought she was hallucinating .

"Zan Dalmont Corporation"

Taylor panicked, she read the word over and over again.

"Zan Dalmont?..

Everyone knew Zan Dalmont, he was one of the biggest name in Texas.

His company Dalmont Corporation was known over the world, 

She dreamt of working in one of his luxury/Modelling brands.

She also dreamt of being a secetary under his company's branch.

How was This even possible?

The stranger was Zan Dalmont?

It explains the whole thing.

Diamond bar was was under Zan Dalmont's.

He was there on the grand opening, and in her drunk state, she'd gotten herself into a very big mess..

With her phone, Taylor searched his name on the internet and pictures of him flooded the whole screen.

Taylor held her breath as she saw those curly hair, and memories of that very night filled her.

Her tummy flipped as she let her eyes linger on a picture of him sitting with legs crossed, exuding both power and confidence.

Taylor could not help it!

How was she going to face him?

She could not do it.

Taylor was confused, how was she going to face this situation?

She had three days,

Only three days, and the only choice left was to tell him about the child.

Zan Dalmonte or not, he deserved the truth.

Taylor was sure of one thing tho.

She could not be able to get rid of the little life growing inside of her

She could not even think of it.

What if he suggested it?

What would she do?

She'd stay on the streets , Starve , look for jobs, look for ways to sustain the life she was carrying.

It was already a part of her.

She could not tell Zan about this.

Taylor had changed her mind already, she could take care of the child on her own.

Telling Zan, could further complicate things, she had to look for a way out..