All Chapters of The Girl They Called A Boy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IRISH’s POV“Yes, he knows. We happened to know each other.” I just hope he won't ask me more questions; I am not ready to go into details.“Is he threatening you?”“No! Alex will never try such.”“Okay, come here. We will be going back to school tomorrow. Get ready. Thank you, Pumpkin, for coming with me. It would have been lonely and boring without you.”He was hugging me, and the name Pumpkin triggered some butterflies in my stomach. My chest was literally beating drumbeats. Why is he bending his head? No way! I ran off. I wasn't going to allow him to kiss me when I hadn’t brushed my teeth. “Move away and go to your fiancée.” I rolled my eyes, making him smile.“Are you jealous, my sweet Irish?”“You wish.” I wasn't going to give him that idea. I am Irish, and heads turn whenever I walk. I am the main character in any story; even Cinderella would be jealous. Just shut up already, what are you saying?“Anita isn't my fiancée. She is my friend, but my dad wants me to get married to

IRISH POVI slowly opened my eyes and stretched my body. Huh… why am I lying down on Jimmy’s bed, under his duvet? I gently raised the duvet, and I was naked. Ain’t wearing anything at all.Just then, the entire event of last night came flooding back like a Netflix recap. I covered my face with both hands. Oh no, Irish. Now he’s going to think I’m a spoiled brat. I think I even moaned out loud when his tongue was between my thighs. I don’t even want to check my clit. I’m certain it’s very reddish; he sucked the life out of it.I was pounded last night. Just when I thought Dave was big, Jimmy happens to be his brother in bigness. Damn! Does he even know that last night was my first time? He was so gentle that I didn’t feel the pain I was expecting. How would I feel it anyway when everywhere was slippery and wet like a snail.Gosh, I’m so embarrassed. Thinking about it all again, that means he saw my tiny breasts, too. That boy sucked me dry. I hope he didn’t suck out my potential brea

IRISH’S POVGuessing from the look on his face, Joshua was as surprised as me.“Come in, son. I was just discussing with your brother’s friend here, who just got this beautiful young lady pregnant.”“Idris, Joshua, here is my first son, 32 years old, well-established, successful, no baby mama drama. His younger brother, who happens to be my second and last child, your friend David, is equally following in his footsteps.”Now, I’m confused. Why is he constantly calling David his son? I looked at David, and he gave me the I can explain look. He had better do.“Sit, son.” The uncle tapped the couch, beckoning Joshua to sit, and he obliged. From the look on Joshua’s face, I could tell he was tense.“You see, Idris, I am pro-life. I know you both are adults, but what’s the way forward for this child? Have you had that conversation with your parents? I’m sure they didn’t do a good job with you two.” He smiled.If only he knew. Joke’s on him. While his nephew, or should I say son, was wiping

IRISH’S POVThat was Lilly’s voice. Thankfully, Jimmy was fast enough to hide me. He was backing me, and for the first time in my life, I was truly grateful for being petite. But I know Lilly, she’ll still come closer. What will I say? Did she see us kissing?Thinking about it now, I just want to climb on those chairs and knock Jimmy on the head. What exactly was he thinking?“Cockroach, run, Lilly!” Jimmy screamed, making Lilly run out of the room in fear. That was close. He went over, locked the door properly, and dragged me inside where no one could see us.Where exactly is he dragging me? No, no, no, I am not about to pull my trousers down if that’s what he’s thinking.“I missed you, Pumpkin.”I raised my brows. “Pumpkin today, Irish yesterday, Idris tomorrow, choose your struggle.” I folded my arms and looked elsewhere. Seems like my K-drama was about to become a reality.“I’m sorry. I was just jealous. I couldn’t stand the thought of you with another man. The way your mother sai

IRISH POV“I am so proud of you, Irish. I’ve always known you’d make me proud. Tell me, what kind of wedding do you want? I think we should do a destination wedding. Somewhere in Paris, Maldives, you know… what do you think, Alex?”“Anywhere she wants, Ma. I’m fine with any of her choices.”Take a deep breath, Irish. Breathe. No violence, no violence. I gave them one of those smiles that speaks volumes.“I don’t know what’s going on. This should be a joke, but I’m not finding it funny. You sent for me, Mom, let’s talk in private.”My mom excused herself and followed me to my room.“Why did you send for me, Mom?”She was smiling at me, now touching my face. Was that admiration I was seeing?“Why didn’t you tell me you’re getting married to Alex? I felt like a fool when he told me. Irish, I’m your mother, and I love you. You have to always confide in me, especially on this kind of issue. I’m proud of you. Alex is very rich, and we don’t have to worry about Idris’s monthly supply of medi