Chapter Two

ALEXANDER'S POV

"It is mine and I have every single right to know!" I hit my right fist on my left palm, emphasizing how mad and thirsty I am.

"Alexander…"

"Either you go on explaining how you intrude my privacy or you say nothing." My voice lowers, exuding anger from its deep baritone.

They stare at each other for a moment and Grandmother nods her head, squinting her eyes.

She starts, "Alexander. This might come off quite bad but, I want you to understand that we all want the best for you."

I fix my gaze on her lips, waiting to hear what I wanted to hear—what my ear itched to hear.

She continues after a brief pause, "Sofia helped us with it."

It sounds like a bombshell.  Sophia?

I grunt, clenching my fist to avoid punching any surface at the moment.

"That witch. That fucking witch." I mutter under my breath.

I rack my brain to recall how I got here.

It was a cold night a few days after we had broken up, Sofia’s incessant texts and calls were annoying. But, I was bored and I needed some attention.

I reluctantly replied to her text with a "come over, asap." And she came running like a sheep to the slaughterhouse, I guess she was a bull now.

Her visit started with a harmless conversation then, to a heated argument on how I had treated her. 

"You are fake, Alex. You've got the bag but you are fake! You cheated on me because I flirted with a guy? A guy who isn’t close to being you?" Her tiny voice climbed its peak.

"You've done worse, Sophia. It is high time you come to terms with the fact that we can do whatever we want. If you can flirt around, what makes me any different?” I spread my arms wide-open, giving a note of how much I never cared.

"Really?" Her eyes went wild.  I could see the thickness of her eyelashes.

"And I'll do whatever I want to do however I want it." I emphasized.

"You are nothing but a selfish beast, a cheat…" She went on and on, calling me names while her voluminous cleavage kept moving with her head and hands.

Suddenly, I could not help but glue my eyes to her wiggling breasts as she pointed her fingers and screamed at me. I felt a bulging pop in between my legs, it swelled rapidly while her breasts danced.

I enveloped her with an embrace of lust, kissing her violently. I knew she wanted it rough despite her anger. She fell quiet as my hands travelled down her body in a rush. Her moaning did nothing to help the tension in my erect dick moist and dripping with precum. I ripped off her clothes and dived my hardened veined flesh into her soft and full vagina, I watched with bliss how she took me in and cried with so much pleasure. I made sure I had satisfied every nerve in me, ramming into her until I shuddered, spewing my sperm in her mouth, on her face, on her body. 

Her sharp moans accompanied every hardened thrust I dug in between her moist and slippery thighs. I enjoy seeing women painted in my cum. But, I guess she had other plans. She had painted my future with it.

Back from the reverie.

"Sophia stole my sperm! This is insane." I almost scream, "And you both were a part of this, yes?"

Both of them ignore my question.

"We have met with a very healthy lady with the perfect eggs to make you babies," Grandmother smiles and it enrages me more. "She is perfect as you are and the result would definitely be beautiful. She has undergone several tests and check-ups. We are doing everything no matter what it takes…" Her words slowly fade off as my insides boil with rage.

They are making a lifetime decision for me and I do not agree with it.

"You all are selfish," I blurt out, "self-centered, whatever it is! All these without my approval?"

"Like we said countless times, it is for your good."

"I could not hear more of your 'wanting the best for me—for my good—and whatever parents sayʼ! I want a concrete explanation for your preceding choice over my life. First, you plot with Sofia to steal my sperm, I am pretty sure you paid." I chuckle painfully, "And then, you chose a surrogate mother without prior knowledge, moving unto saddling me with kids because you think it is for my good. This is so messed up!" I look at them angrily.

"It was a mistake that turned out well." She says, flipping the flap at the side of her dress.

"What mistake?"

"I spoke with Sofia on the basis that she was your fiancee, barely did I know that you were no longer a thing. I was expecting a baby from you two," She heaves a sigh, "She offered to help after quite a lengthy chat which included you. Honey, I will always be honest with you."

My jaw drops in surprise. What a twist! I nod my head continuously, my mouth fails to make out a word.

"We are sorry for dropping this like a bombshell. I told you earlier, it isn't about manipulation; it's about love and family." Grandmother’s calm voice did nothing to reduce the tension hanging over us.

"Apologies at the finishing line? It does not work." I turn my face away, looking at the figurines that were as old as time itself.

"You will do as we say and abide by the words of our mouth. No questions, no objections, no rebellion," Grandfather stands up, his forehead tightened with vertical wrinkles.

I turn to him with fury in my eyes,

"Sir, I refuse and I will not."

I walk through to the massive doors and push them open. I could hear whispers from Grandmother but the thoughts swirling in my head numb my ears.

After two years of sad tales, I am either being pushed to love a woman or get kids. I feel like I'm being ridden over.

This is becoming tough, my heart tug bitterly at the decision made by my grandparents. No matter how I refuse it, their will is always going to be done—like a stamp on sealed letters. And I have no idea how far they’re willing to go to make it happen.