Chapter 6

Misha’s POV

I’m here in my closet room, taking forever to pick out what to wear. I’m currently on a video call with my best friend, Jaye. She’s better at putting together outfits than I am. Whenever we hang out, I’m always amazed by her style. Sometimes, I even base my outfits on her, which is why I asked for her help today.

“What kind of event are you attending? A birthday? A christening? A wedding? Or are you going on a date?” she asked.

“Fine, it’s a date. I need to seduce someone,” I admitted, so she wouldn’t bombard me with more questions.

“Oh, nice! Alright, if you’re planning to seduce a guy, you need to make sure your soul practically spills out,” she said. I understood him immediately, so I started looking for a dress that would show off my cleavage.

I found a white dress. One I hadn’t worn yet. It was something I bought last month because I thought our Thailand trip might happen. But, of course, it didn’t—my friends were all talk.

“This one, what do you think?” I asked, holding the dress up to the camera.

“Wow, where’d you get that, Misha? It’s gorgeous!” she said, clearly impressed. With that, my problem was solved. Before we got into an even longer discussion, I said my goodbyes.

“I’ll tell you later. I need to go; I’m already late for our date. Bye, Jaye, thank you!” I said and ended the call.

I put on the white dress and did my makeup. These days, I don’t go out without putting something on my face.

As I went downstairs, my parents were waiting for me. They showered me with compliments about my outfit, saying it suited me perfectly and that Godfather Everett would surely love it. I thanked them and left the house. I didn’t want Godfather Everett waiting too long at the coffee shop where we were meeting.

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When I arrived at the coffee shop, there were barely any people around. From outside, I could already see him sitting at a table, sipping coffee. He wasn’t dressed up much, but his fitted black T-shirt made quite the impression. It perfectly highlighted his well-built body.

He looked toward the shop entrance when he heard the door open. When he saw me, he stood up, making my heart race even more.

I walked toward him slowly. When I reached his table, he smiled. Damn, he’s so handsome.

“Hi,” he greeted shyly.

“H-Hello,” I stammered. Why am I like this? Why is he so handsome? Why does he have to be my godfather? If he weren’t, I’d definitely be going all out flirting with him.

“I won’t beat around the bush. Let’s talk about what happened that night when we accidentally ended up together in that hotel room.”

I nodded. That was why we were here, after all. Naturally, I spoke first. I explained to him why it happened but left out the part about my agreement with Jake to elope.

“I’m really sorry. It’s my fault because I entered the wrong hotel room that night. I was so drunk,” I explained.

“But why didn’t you resist when I touched you? Why did you let me?” he asked. I wanted to tell him about the deal with my boyfriend, but I couldn’t. I needed to win his heart and make him believe I was single.

“I was too drunk to even know what was happening,” I replied.

“Misha, I was your first. And on top of that, you know it—I released inside you. Honestly, I was supposed to be with someone else that night, but she didn’t show up. When I saw you enter that room, I thought you were her, so I went ahead and... well, you know. I’ll admit, I need to get married and have a child as soon as possible. So, if a child does result from this, I’m ready to take responsibility. I’m even willing to marry you. But the question is, would you agree to marry me knowing I’m your godfather?”

I was taken aback. He’s moving so fast. It almost seemed ridiculous. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. Then it hit me—just like me, maybe he needed something from me, too. Was he after an heir for his inheritance?

“Wait, do you need a wife and child because of the inheritance from your family?” I asked, wanting to know.

He took a while to answer. “Fine, you’re smart. Yes, that’s exactly why. So, if you’re not into me, we can get married temporarily. Once I get my inheritance, we can separate. I promise to give you anything you want while we’re married, as long as I get control of my father’s big company. My aunt and uncle cannot take over—it has to be mine,” he explained, and now I understood everything.

If that’s the case, my only luck here is if I do end up pregnant. Otherwise, I’ll have nothing to help my father recover the farmland we mortgaged.

“I’m willing to marry you, even if you’re my godfather. How could I not, when something already happened between us? I don’t regret it, anyway, because I admit...”

I stopped mid-sentence, unable to control myself.

“Admit what?” he asked.

“Fine. Yes, Ninong. I enjoyed that night, too,” I said, forcing myself to be bold.

He suddenly laughed. Damn, he looks even more handsome when he laughs.

“Well, it seems my goddaughter is quite feisty in bed,” he teased, his tone shifting slightly. “Anyway, we have a deal now. Keep me updated weekly. We need to find out if you’re pregnant so we can prepare. Here, take this envelope. Buy pregnancy tests weekly—or even daily if possible,” he said, handing me a thick envelope.

On my way home, I finally opened the envelope. I cursed under my breath when I saw its contents. What kind of pregnancy tests does he expect me to buy with nearly half a million pesos?

He must really be filthy rich, and now I’m even more determined to follow through with my plan. Besides, I already have a crush on him. I’m crushing on my godfather because he’s insanely handsome up close—especially without clothes. I can’t stop thinking about how he looked that night, naked. Especially that part of him. Now, I kind of want him to ruin me again.