Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

AMAKA:

"Ah!" I moaned as Joseph thrust into me. This was my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated from high school, and Joseph was my boyfriend. He wouldn't leave me alone, constantly begging and pressuring me to have sex. I had told him I wanted to wait until after marriage, but he refused. He claimed I didn't love him enough, and that's why I held back. Reluctantly, I agreed, and now here I was, in a hotel room with him.

I was a shy, blonde girl with very fair skin, but Joseph was my opposite in complexion. He was dark-skinned, taller than me, and strikingly handsome, with short black hair. I loved him deeply.

Joseph Ericson came from a wealthy family in our town of Palazo, while my parents were average workers. We were far from as well-off as his family.

Joseph had promised to marry me. At twenty-one, he was a business student at the university, and I was preparing to gain admission there to join him. I had lied to my mother, telling her I was visiting a friend while actually studying for my university entrance exam. Instead, I snuck into this hotel room to see Joseph, and now here we were.

"Mmm. Ah!" I moaned as Joseph drove into me faster. He whispered in my ear, "Yes, babe. You are so sweet." He reached his climax and released inside me.

"Joseph, it hurts," I cried as he kissed me warmly and sat beside me on the hotel bed. "I'm sorry, my love," he said. "I will forever cherish this." He cupped my pretty face and kissed my forehead. "I can't seem to get enough of you. I wish we could get married right now so I wouldn't have to leave you." I wiped my teary eyes and gazed at his handsome face as we lay on the hotel bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. He sighed. "Look, Amaka, I love you very much. But my family and I are moving to the city next week. You know my father owns a big company there. He told my siblings and me that he's acquired a new mansion, so we'll all be leaving together. We might not see each other again."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard Joseph's words.

"But you'll still call me, right?" I asked, desperately hoping he wouldn't reach the city and fall for another woman. I loved him so much—he was like the air I breathed. My heart and soul belonged to him.

"I promise I won't forget you," he said. "Whenever I'm on vacation, I'll come back to see you. I'll even stay in a hotel, okay? You're my wife already—stop crying." Joseph wiped away my tears and pulled me closer on the bed, kissing my lips again.

I was crying and in no mood for kisses. "Why not take me with you? Tell your parents I'm your girlfriend and you want to marry me. You've been hiding me all this time and refusing to introduce me to your mother." I knew that whenever I suggested visiting his family home, he always refused. None of his siblings even knew we were dating. I felt awkward chatting online with his brother and trying to introduce myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

"My elder brother isn't in any relationship," Aaron would say. Joseph had kept me completely hidden, and I didn't know how long he planned to continue that way.

"No, Amy," Joseph replied, using a nickname for me. "I promise, when the time is right, I'll take you home and introduce you to my family. If I do it now, my parents will get angry and give my inheritance to my younger brother. I need to get established first, and then I promise we'll get married." Joseph wiped away my sobs. I wanted to believe him, but a lingering doubt told me he might be lying.

*Was he lying? Did he have another woman in his life?* My heart grew heavy—I had just lost my virginity to him without considering these possibilities. Before I could process it, Joseph kissed my lips again and thrust into me once more. I groaned with each deep movement, but he carried me to ecstasy alongside him.

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Four years later.

"Mom, when are you taking me to school?" my three-year-old son asked. He was so smart and intelligent, even compared to me.

"Jason, you're still a baby and not ready for school yet," I told him as I prepared for my new job interview.

"That's a lie, Mom!" Jason shouted. I sighed and rolled my eyes, standing by the mirror in my room. I combed my long blonde hair and applied my favorite orange-scented perfume.

"Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you ever seen a baby going to school? You have to stay home with my friend today." He frowned.

"Mommy..." Jason burst into hard cries, and my best friend, Maureen Austin, entered the room.

"What's going on here, Amaka? What did you do to my little husband?" she asked, scooping Jason into her arms.

After I got pregnant, my parents disowned me and refused to support my education. I tried calling Joseph to tell him, but he had blocked my number. He told me to get rid of the baby—he wasn't ready to be a father.

I couldn't do it. Desperate, I begged Maureen for help. She was a tailor and ran a blog, so she pleaded with her mother, a single parent, who agreed to let me live with them.

Eventually, I started my own blog, as Maureen suggested it could be a part-time job from home. My page gained one million of followers after I created a dedicated account for Jason, uploading his adorable photos. Fans adored him. He was fair-skinned like me, but while I had long blonde hair, he had short brown curls.