Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Sylvie stirred awake, her consciousness unfurling in a sudden instant. She groaned in a muffled tone as she sat up, a painful sensation instantly gripping her head.

Warm breeze hit her skin, bringing her to the notice of her nakedness as she glanced around for further inspection, beside her was her boss. Mikel Addams, asleep peacefully and also naked.

“Oh shit!” She gasped, pulling a palm down to cover her mouth as she tried piecing the scene together.

Sylvie sat up, resting her back against the headboard as she tried to remember how she ended up in bed naked with her boss.

Her brain tugged with heaviness, her thoughts conjuring yesterday’s events blurry and hazy. The only part clear was the part she caught her boyfriend cheating on her.

One question lingered over her mind, ‘Did I fuck my boss?’

The answer was obvious and could be considered rhetorical.

A deep loud groan caught her attention, glancing to her side she witnessed as Mikel yawned into consciousness while flapping his eyes opened and awake.

Instinct had him looking to his side directly, awed by Sylvie’s presence as he looked around, down to his naked body and instantly sitting up.

“What are you doing here?” He queried, his deep morning voice startling Sylvie a little bit.

“I- I- woke up here.” Sylvie with a stammering voice composed her response.

“Why are you naked? Why am I naked? What happened between us?” He bombarded, dragging a duvet to cover himself as he stepped down of the bed.

“I don’t-“

“Lies! Did you take advantage of my drunkenness state last night? I remember going back to my room, how did I end up here with you?” He questioned with rush, trying to grasp hold of the situation.

“I- I was also. I don’t-“ Sylvie spanned between her response, unable to articulate a coherent believable answer.

There are things her boss doesn’t know, for instance that the man he caught cheating with his own wife was her own boyfriend.

He doesn’t need to know because it’s none of his concern.

And he wasn’t the only one who went to drown their dejected self in drinking.

Sylvie has privileges, but not to the point of messing with her bosses liquor without their permission; all because she was sad.

She’s unable to confess to Mikel now that she was also drunk, because that would have him asking how that happened and she won’t be able to explain.

“How dare you take advantage of me!” Mikel bashed in an angry tone, now convinced that his guess was right.

The maid curled nakedly on that bed had really taken advantage of his drunkenness the night before, and satisfy whatever urges she must have been harboring for him.

“Oh you women are just pathetic. I don’t understand what is it with you guys…”

Sylvie knew he wasn’t talking anymore about the situation, the pain in his voice, the anger, all which has begun to reference his wife.

“I’m sorry.” Sylvie proffered an apology, her tone remorseful and soft.

“I don’t need your apology, I need you packing your things and getting the hell out of here. I don’t want any belonging to your gender around me again. I’m giving you just twenty minutes, you’re fired and your presence is no longer wanted.” He laid out the sentences, instantly turning around and walking away.

Sylvie remained silent on the bed, a little affected by her getting fired and losing her one and only job.

Memory of yesterday creeped back into the shallow space of her mind.

The scene replayed, opening that door to the sexual groaning she heard, only to witness the scene that dried her on the spot.

Sluggishly she dragged herself off the bed, wrapping the bedsheet around her body as she searched the room, picking up her wears that were flung around while she devoured her boss in an intoxicated senses.

Now she was fired, and except for Dorian she has no one here again in the city, her both parents were both dead and she knows only of her aunt that lives far away from the city; in another country.

As Sylvie packed her bags, she wondered what point she’d start her life from. Her phone remained clean, no text messages or calls or anything from the devil she loved, her Judas incarnated.

Having no other choice, she booked a ticket online, deciding to take some time off and go visit her aunt in Venezuela; her home country.

It was an impromptu decision, but at the moment that’s the only place she can go.

She finished packing, departing the Addams mansion for good.

~Two Months Later In Venezuela~

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go to an hospital, you’ve been like this for the past few days and it’s not getting any better.” The woman pestered, above a miserable lady who had her hair held up by the woman as she emptied her stomach of her breakfast.

“No, I will be fine. I’m fine, it’s just a little stubborn sickness.” Sylvie’s frail voice replied, once again objecting the idea as she wiped her mouth clean before turning the falcet on.

“Tell me exactly how you’re feeling?” She demanded, leaning her figure into the sink placement beside her.

“Nauseous, a little bit of headache, dizziness and fatigue. I really can’t tell, I just know that I will be okay.” She sighed, grabbing a face towel to clean the wetness off her face.

“Sylvie when was the last time you saw your monthly period?”

Sylvie halted her action, instantly becoming invested in the question as she herself began calculating for the time.

“Oh my God!” She hailed with her lips pulling a gasp, both palms slapping on her cheeks.

“When?” Her aunt asked, curiosity edging her voice.

“My period comes in every beginning of the month. I saw nothing last month.” Her paled face gazed at her aunt, responding to her question while her brain meddle with the possibility.

“Well we might be visiting a doctor after all.”

Sylvie obviously couldn’t object, she needs to confirm the assumption.

Seated beside her aunt in a public taxi transporting both to a nearby hospital, Sylvie had her thoughts figuring out how and what she’d do if she was right and was indeed sheltering a little life inside of her. What does that mean for her future?

A mother at her early stage?

She breathed out in her misery, resting a palm on her forehead in exasperation.

They arrived at the hospital and the necessary tests were carried out. Both were then called to the doctor’s office for the announcement of the results.

“Ma’am congratulations.” The doctor greeted as soon as he saw them entering the room.

The pleasantry expression earning a depressed look from Sylvie as she took a seat in front of the doctor.

“You’re one month pregnant with three little babies.” The doctor flashed her a smile, oblivious to Sylvie’s droopiness.

“What!” She exclaimed, definitely smacked by the news.

“Congratulations once again, and I suggest you register yourself down now for antenatal.” The doctor said, filing up her test results as he stretched it forward for her to take.

Her aunt collected the report, thanking the doctor as she aid Sylvie into standing up while exiting the man’s office.

“What am I going do? H-how a-am I suppose to deal with this? How did this happened to me? Why?” Tears stormed her eyes as she faced the realization.

She’s pregnant!

It hurts more when she realized how the pregnancy arrived. She sobbed on her aunt’s shoulder as she walked her back to the cab waiting for them outside.

“We’ll sort this out okay.” She assured, rubbing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you going to tell Dorian?” She quizzed, believing it was her ex boyfriend who used her and shatter every piece of her heart owns the pregnancy.

“Thing is he’s not the owner.” The response fell out, stimulating more sadness into her.

“What do you mean?” His Aunt halted their steps, turning her to look at her. “What do you mean?” She asked again, confusion edging around her facial expression.

“I never told you the full story. I didn’t quit my job, I was fired.” She confessed, head falling low with tears streaking down her cheeks.

“I did caught Dorian with someone else, but it wasn’t with anyone random. I caught him sleeping with the wife of my boss, I had went straight to their bar and got myself drunk. That night I mistakenly slept with my boss, and he fired me thinking I took advantage of him because he also was drunk.” She briefed her through the experience, touched as the memory began surfacing in her mind.

“So you’re saying the father of your child is?”

“My ex boss.”