LARRY
Forcing a smile was the least I could do in this present situation, all my thoughts were fixated on Sammy. Jennifer was no doubt a stunning young lady, she had a young vibrant aura, her voluptuous behind would leave any young able-bodied man yearning, and her curvaceous body was a sight to behold my dad had failed to realize. I'm not attracted to the female gender. he can't understand the dynamic of being gay. When he offers me this bargain, he leaves me no choice but to marry the daughter of his rival company for his selfish gain so that Sammy's life can be spared.Putting my attention on my cell phone was a way to block off the awkward air within us, neither of us knew what we were doing, I knew when I looked at her across my phone.All I can think of was the welfare of Sammy, he was left unconscious after he was beaten to a pulp by Daddy's minions, Sammy's mum had called when I was about this enter the restaurant, hence, my change in mood, I never forgive Dad, if anything happens to my Sammy.I can't explain the reason for my lateness to my supposed future wife, so feigning Ignorant was my coward's way out of the situation.I was quite relieved when she excused herself from the restroom. I figured that the little princess in distress want to lay off some steam, probably place a call to her friend, and complained about how annoying I was, I don't give a fuck about how she sees me.While in the restroom I hurriedly placed a call to Sammy's mother, all I cared about was my beloved Sammy," hello Larry" Mrs Nigel's voice echoed from the other end of the call "How is Sammy's health" I responded, trying to feign being the strong, but I know deep down my heart is breaking. Mrs. Nigel needs me more now than ever, so I can't afford to show her how disoriented I was since Daddy took Sammy to his dungeon, I have not been opportune to talk to him the devil himself banned me from seeing him"He is responding to treatment, he woke up an hour ago, and requested food" she replied to me in a hiccupy voice, I know she has been crying, and I can't help but feel bad, about the poor woman's predicament. But I was quite relieved that Sammy would make it.The morning following my awkward date with my supposedly future wife, I hurriedly freshened up, even bothering to brush my teeth, I awash myself with the expensive cologne Sammy bought for me on my last birthday I hurried down the spiral staircase, and I made it towards the hallway.In the hallway, I sighted these mischievous devils, even when I was a kid I have always hated these men, they were always around when there was a need to enforce tight security in my Dad's palatial mansion."These two good for nothing" I murmured," What is the. meaning this!" I screamed in anger as they blocked the entrance to the door with their huge body frame."By the instructions of our boss you are not allowed to step your foot outside of this mansion, except when you are going on a date with Miss Jennifer" they mumbled indifferently." There is a limo waiting outside for you. The other dude added.One of the bodyguides moved forward, and grabbed my phone from my hand, " sorry instructions from the boss" he said, while he repositioned himself." give me my phone this instant" I commanded, "oh! You two are going to pay for this singular action" I threatened, while I hastened my footsteps hurriedly to Mr Davidson, home office." This is crazy" I cried under my breath, Mr. Davidson always thinks he has in my personal life, I'm a grown adult, I can date and love whosoever I want, he can't just lock me inside this prison for me to do his bidding.I had already kept to his bargain when he forced me against my will to go on a date with Jennifer to spare Sammy's life, what does this man want from me? My head on a platter? I thought to myself on my way to Dad's office."Daddy, this is the height of it all, taking always my freedom for what"? I queried, my voice a stint of anger and pain, what do I do to deserve this horrible punishment from you""You can't drag the Davidson name into the mud" my father fired back, standing up from his executive chair," this family has produced great masculine male figures throughout history, and my son will not be the weak link," he said, with his robust frame vibrating with anger."No descendant of mine will be a sissy " You are a man, and a man needs a woman, Jennifer is the perfect candidate for a wife for you, This marriage between you two will cement the relationship between our two conglomerates, son this is a win-win for us both, wise up and think with your brain not your anus"I stood there motionless, allowing my father's words to sip through my soul like a wound laden with spicy sauce."Son I didn't mean to be too harsh on you, you are my only heir to the Davidson empire," my dad said calmly, his calm demeanor took me by surprise, it was the calmest I have seen him, since the day he caught me and Sammy in a steamy makeover "Let's make a deal" he splurge out." How about you, you continue whatever you had going on with you with that Sammy of a friend, he blurted out in disgust, trying not to hide the level of hatred he had for him."I urge you to marry Jennifer for my sake and the sake of the Davidson name" he proposed in a bargaining tone.As I ponder upon my dad's words, if marrying this Jennifer will mean I could be with Sammy forever, I'm willing to risk it all.I tried as much as possible to swallow the tight lump that had formed in my throat while I gave thought to the pros and cons of pleasing my father to marry Jennifer " Okay Dad, I will do it" I said with a voice barely above a whisper." That's my boy" my dad grinned. I promise you won't regret this. I think I'm already regretting this I thought silently.JENNIFERMy back hit the door with a dull thud, and I exhaled the trapped air hard through my mouth. “Whoos! that was too close.”The medium-sized box slipped from my hands and landed on the marble floor with a weighty thud.I should’ve tossed it the second I saw the vague inscription on it, but no, curiosity had me in a chokehold.I stood there, breath held, listening. No footsteps. No creaking floors. Good. At this stage, the less people knew, the better.Hands trembling, I peeled open the lid,and froze. My stomach dropped.Inside, sealed neatly in a Ziploc bag, was a folded ultrasound image, edges curled and worn. My heart clenched as the date stamped at the top burned into my eyes. That day was a blur, when the doctor told us. I had been so overwhelmed I couldn’t remember where I’d left it.I guess someone found it But who?Taped to the back of the image was a sheet of paper. Bold, cruel letters screamed:“And there’s more where this came from.”I flipped it over, my fingers stif
LARRYI breathe in the morning air, the coolness slapping my skin immediately. I feel a little chill. shoving the inner thoughts of going back in to abort the run out of my mind.It's a run, after all. I know within minutes I’ll be begging for my body to return to its chilled state.In fact, I need it—to cool the fire burning inside of me before it devours me completely.The sharpness I feel right now only reminds me of one thing: I'm still alive—not dead, like the way my body makes me believe, just tricked into thinking I am.The towering gate opens to reveal a stretch—the expanse of greenery and trees spread across the Davidson estate.I run my hand through my hair.The 30-minute talk with Jennifer replays in my head.I am pregnant.My chest tightens. It burned deep into my ribs like someone jabbed a hot iron into me and left it there.Her voice still echoes in my ear.“Gosh, she makes me so angry.” I push harder, my Nikes slamming against the pavement like they could crush the thou
“So it was just a cover?” In a slow manner, I mouthed the words. I knew the game had begun—and I was going to use this recent discovery to my advantage. I turned my back to him, pretending to focus on the espresso machine.“It was never a cover or a game,” he said, gripping the edge of the kitchen island. His bare back flexed beneath the thin, see-through straps of his singlet.“Then what was it?”“I don’t know.” He turned to face me, brows narrowing. “It wasn’t part of the plan when your father arranged this.” He stepped closer.Perfect. I had him—guilty and confused. Two emotions that could wreck a man if you played them right.“I’m pregnant,” I breathed. “I suspected it. Couldn’t keep anything down all week.” I closed what brief gap remained between us and leaned in.He froze. Just a flicker. But I could hear his chest pounding—loud, fast, unsure.He blinked. Once. Twice. A hundred times.He didn’t know what to say. His expression unreadable.“I guess your father will be thrilled n
LARRY.I couldn't help myself but feel bad about the way I treated her, she was just a victim of pure circumstance.Just the way I was a victim of bullying in high school, I might have gotten my justice, but she will never get the justice she deserves.First, because she was sold to the highest bidder by her father, secondly people like my dad loved to see peasants beg for Mercy, he loves showing his supremacy.I had it in the back of my mind to apologize for my recent outburst. The presence of that evil man I call Dad makes me do the unthinkable sometimes. It was a result of the devil in the room, my father.I know he wouldn't react or try to fight because of my bride present in the room, I hate hate hate that man, I can't even pretend to be in the same room with himI was startled out of my deep thoughts at the creaking of the door, there she was, as gently as a dove. I'm now more convinced that I have been a jerk.“How are you doing Mr Davidson”, she said with the most calming voi
Jennifer.Now I have started doubting my sanity on why I am following a grumpy old lady home, we have passed this single alley three times in a row. I cuss under my breath as I start to second-guess my conscious mind. I’m losing it, this is the height of it all.The old lady turned back and looked at me as if knowing what I had been thinking.” I know you think I'm crazy” the old lady shouted a little bit slowly “I'm the one who is crazy, for trying to follow a crazy old lady home” I said, gasping for air, as I felt a little unsettling at the bottom of my stomach.I became so overcome by the sudden nausea that I almost threw out my stomach content on the old woman's face.Just to the surprise of the drunk old lady “ I hope this is not what I'm thinking” the old lady said, trying to hide a mocking tune of laughter in her voice.“That is none of your business,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hands trying to regain my composure.“You are even dumber than I thought you would b
JENNIFERI was laid back by the old lady's single statement “What could she know?” I thought she was probably just trying to milk me off because of my present physical state, with my rough denemor Anyone with half a brain wound sense that I'm passing through a lot.“Old lady, if you need a drink you simply ask for it, I might be moved by your plea to buy you a bottle or two, trying to cajole me with lies about what you know or not won't work at this point,” I said with an air of finality while I try to get off from the stool I sat on.I paid for my shot, taking a closer look at the lady. She looked like she frequented the bar very often, and probably knew one or two about the occupants of the estates.“What do you know old lady, I might pay for your drinks you know?” I turned back at the lady whose chapped lips had tasted years of penury.She adjusted her sit and beckoned at me to come sit down on the stool beside her the one I just got up from. I reluctantly sat down again “Well, wha