Mr. CEO I can't Be Hidden Anymore

(Amaka's POV)

"Ah!" I moaned as Joseph thrust into me. This was my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated from college, and Joseph was my boyfriend. He wouldn't leave me alone, constantly begging and pestering me to have sex.

I had told him I wanted to wait until after our marriage, but he refused. He claimed I didn't love him enough, which was why I didn't want to sleep with him. I agreed, and now I was in a hotel room with him.

I was a shy girl with blonde hair and fair skin, but Joseph was the opposite. He had dark skin, stood taller than me, and was very handsome with full black hair.

I loved him deeply. As Joseph Ericson came from a wealthy family in Palazo town, where we lived, my parents were average workers, so we were not as well-off as his family.

Joseph had promised to marry me. He was 21 years old and studying business at the university, while I was preparing to apply for admission and join him there.

I had lied to my mother, telling her I was visiting a friend while I prepared for my university entrance exam. I sneaked into this hotel to meet Joseph, and here we were.

"Mmm," I moaned as Joseph thrust into me faster and 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. I'll always cherish this," he said, cupping my face and kissing my forehead.

"I can't get enough of you. I wish we could get married so I wouldn't have to leave you."

I wiped my teary-eyed face and looked at his handsome features as we lay on the hotel bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and 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, and he has bought a new mansion. That means I'll be going with them, and we might not see each other again."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard him say that.

"But you'll still call me on the phone, right?" I asked, trying to convince myself that Joseph wouldn't meet another woman in the city. I loved him deeply; he was like the air I breathed, the core of my heart and soul.

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

I was crying and not in the mood to kiss him. "Why don't you 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 said.

I knew that whenever I suggested visiting his family home, he always refused. None of his siblings knew we were dating, and I felt awkward chatting with his brother online and mentioning myself as Joseph's girlfriend.

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

"No, Amy. I promise, when the time is right, I'll take you home and introduce you to my family," Joseph said. "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 we'll get married."

He wiped away my sobs. I wanted to believe him, but I had a lingering feeling that Joseph was lying to me.

Was he lying? Did he have another woman in his life?

My heart grew heavy as I realized I had just lost my virginity to him without thinking about all this.

Joseph kissed me again and thrust into me before I could ask. I moaned with each deep thrust, and soon he took me to a state of ecstasy with him.

***

Four years later.

(Amaka's POV)

"Mom, when are you taking me to school?" my three-year-old son asked. He was smart and intelligent, even more so than I had been at his age.

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

"That's a lie, Mom!" Jason shouted. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and stood by the mirror in my room, combing my long blonde hair and applying my orange perfume.

"Jason, why would Mommy lie to you? Have you seen babies going to school? You have to stay home with my friend," I said, and he frowned.

"Mommy..." Jason burst into tears, 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 as she scooped Jason into her arms.

After I got pregnant, my parents kicked me out and refused to support my education. I tried calling Joseph to tell him about the pregnancy, but he blocked my number and told me to get rid of it because he wasn't ready to be a father.

I couldn't do that. I begged my friend for help. Maureen was a tailor and blogger, so she pleaded with her mother, a single parent, and her mother let me live with them.

Later, I started creating blogs too, as Maureen suggested I could do it as a part-time job from home. My page gained a million of followers after I created a baby page for my son and uploaded cute photos of him.

Many fans loved Jason. He had fair skin like me, but as I had long blonde hair, he had short light brown hair.