Chapter 7

Misha’s POV

I came home to find Mama and Papa waiting by the door. They immediately bombarded me with questions about my conversation with Godfather Everett. I told them exactly what happened—no lies, no omissions. I laid everything bare. They were overjoyed because, at last, Papa’s long-held plan was starting to take shape.

For me, they should have seen that I wasn’t thrilled about what they wanted me to do. But deep down, I was starting to like it because of what happened with Godfather Everett. If that night hadn’t occurred, I would’ve kept saying no to their plans.

Fate sure knows how to play tricks. Maybe it was destiny’s way of bringing me closer to my yummy Godfather.

When I got to my room, I immediately opened my laptop to look up Godfather Everett on social media. I searched his full name, and it didn’t take long to find him. Everett Tani. I started stalking his profile right away. First, I looked at his display pictures. My body tingled at the sight of his topless photos. He looked better than a model with that body of his. He really knew how to pose—like a pro. I couldn’t believe this godfather of mine was the one who took my virginity that night. As I kept scrolling through his photos, I couldn’t help but touch myself. Every time I stared at one of his topless pictures, I felt a warmth between my thighs. My stalking turned into a full-blown session of pleasuring myself. I didn’t stop until I was satisfied.

Then my phone rang, breaking my trance. I saw the name of my best friend, Jaye, on the screen.

“Yes, girl?” I greeted her.

“Have you heard about Jake—your oh-so-beloved boyfriend?” she asked, her tone immediately making me nervous. I realized we hadn’t spoken since that night. I was puzzled, too, because he hadn’t reached out to me either. “He’s so gross, Misha.”

“Why? What did you find out about him?” I asked.

“Girl, it’s a good thing you didn’t give up your purity to him. Did you know he got two women pregnant at the same time?”

“What?! Two women? Are you saying he was fooling around with other girls while we were still together?” I couldn’t contain my anger. I had truly loved Jake, seriously and wholeheartedly. Knowing now that he impregnated two women, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that he didn’t end up taking my virginity that night. Thank goodness it was my yummy godfather instead. Otherwise, I might’ve been the third woman to get pregnant by him. If that happened, I’d only add to the problems in our household. For some reason, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It felt like fate had led me to that accidental night with Godfather Everett.

“Thanks for the heads-up, Jaye. I’ll hang up now—I need to call him. It’s about time I broke up with him.”

“Go, girl. That’s the right move. I thought you might still fight for your relationship, even knowing he got two women pregnant.”

I smirked and let out a short laugh. “I’m not an idiot, Jaye. Besides, I’ve set my sights on someone new. Someone hotter, richer, with a better body, and most importantly, more blessed, if you know what I mean.”

Jaye laughed loudly on the other end of the line. “You’re such a flirt now. Wait, is this the guy you went on a date with? Spill the tea! Who is it? Don’t tell me you’ve already given it up!”

When it came to topics like this, Jaye was relentless with her questions. She wanted all the details right away. But since nothing was concrete yet, I decided to keep things under wraps for now.

“I think we’ll talk about him another time. For now, let me deal with my annoying boyfriend. Let’s grab coffee soon, and I’ll tell you everything,” I said before bidding her goodbye.

After hanging up, I dialed Jake’s number. He answered almost immediately.

“You piece of sh*t. You’re the worst! You’re a demon, a liar, a cheater, and a useless scumbag! While we were together, you were out screwing other girls, you filthy animal! We’re done. I don’t deserve someone as worthless as you!” I was panting, my rage consuming me.

“Wait, Misha. Don’t leave me like this. You’re the only one who truly understands me, and now you’re leaving?” He was so good at playing the victim. He’d often use this tactic to win me over. But this time, no way.

“I’ve already met someone new. Someone better-looking, more successful, and far more valuable than you. He’s a CEO of a big company here in the Philippines. So if I’m going to force myself to stay with someone as worthless as you, forget it. You’ve got no purpose in life, and yet you still managed to screw things up by getting two women pregnant. I hope you rot in jail for that. And please, don’t ever call or text me again because from this moment on, you’re dead to me. You’re out of my life and my heart.” My breathing was labored, and tears started to fall because I had genuinely loved this jerk. I truly cared for him, only to find out he was casually cheating with other women. Disgusting.

“Before I end this call, let me repeat: f*ck you, Jake. I regret ever loving you. You’re disgusting!”

He was about to say something, but I hung up before he could.

I broke down into sobs. But as I cried, my eyes landed once again on a topless picture of Godfather Everett. My tears stopped as a thought crossed my mind—why was I wasting tears on such a worthless man? I’d rather waste my juices than my tears.

So I went back to what I was doing earlier. Instead of crying over that useless jerk, I focused all my attention on my Godfather Everett. But now, I wonder—do I even have a chance of making him fall for me?