100 Days With Mr Romero

It’s been 3 months. Three painful months since I had escaped from Gideon’s claws. Apparently, I had also clawed at him. It’s been three months since I had snatched my hand away from his and had run like an animal was hot on my tails. Why I had ran like that, I still didn’t understand. The intensity of the kiss had reminded me of what I couldn’t have even if I wanted.

It’s been two months precisely, since I had found out I was carrying a bun in me. It had come as a whiplash because out of all the surprises I had been expecting for even the whole year, pregnancy hadn’t been a part. And it didn’t take me long to piece it together, Gideon was the father of my baby.

How would I have approached him that he had gotten me pregnant? Although I knew, Lily always reminded me that we were both in that together. The fault came from both of us. And since those two months, I had always chickened out anytime I wanted to call him. Of course, before I ran, he had squeezed his card into my bag and I had been staring at that same card for the past two months.

The edges of the card had now formed into a rumpled squeeze due to too much holding. I gave up in trying to call him, today again and decided it was best I went for my night shift. It was cold as winter was arriving yet she I classed myself in blue jeans, white one at sweater top and a black oversized jacket. Anything to keep me cool. And my baby.

I closed the door to my apartment in an hurry, walking down to my car. I had gotten a job at a paper company two months ago and the pay was going well. Most times, the only reason I worked at the bar was because of my family. I wanted to have extra after sending monthly allowances to them even now that I had a baby.

“Are you still going to ignore my existence?” A deep voice reverberated and I knew who it was immediately. What was he doing here? Oh no, oh no, this was bad. I wasn’t ready yet.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to playing dumb as I snatched up my full hair in a bun. That thing was starting to disturb my life already.

“Wait, Emma.” Gideon groaned at me as I made my into my car. I needed to get to work. That was the only thing that was capable of distracting me and I needed to get away from Gideon as soon as possible.

“What?” I mumbled as I reached my car. My hand got interrupted a large ones circled around it bringing my attention back to the man that had been haunting my dreams for months. I really didn’t want to let him see my baby bump. He was going to know. There was no escaping it, which was why I was trying my best to get away from him.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Gideon grabbed me by my waist, and I quickly jerked his hands first. My eyes were shooting lasers at him as I turned back to look at him. He could have felt the bump, has I not slapped his hands away.

“What? What Gideon? I really need to get to work and you are kind of delaying me right now.” I sighed, now resigned as I leaned against my car.

Gideon cleared his throat, adjusting his form so his right leg was carrying most of his weight. “Firstly, why did you run away that night? Why have you been avoiding me? You see, I think about you a lot. And I don’t really think I can stick with the just a one time thing. Believe me, I tried to stay away. I didn’t want to just walk into your life without knowing a good place in it. Seeing you at that club, it had been purely coincidental.”

I cleared my throat and looked away, refusing to be trapped by his eyes. They held beautiful memories and it would have hurt to see it. Concluding the fact that I was also hiding away my growing baby bump away from him. There was no explanation I could give to that.

“Okay, I understand it was purely coincidental so may I leave now? I seriously need to get to work and you are really holding me back.” I bare mumbled and he moved away. Finally giving up on trying to get me to talk to him.

I had just passed near him and opened the door to the car when my coat got stuck by the door, fully exposing my baby bump to him. I could only curse silently as he inhaled sharply.

“Emily, are you? You are pregnant.” He proclaimed and I could do nothing but keep mute.

“If the baby bump has grown to this extent…. is it my baby?” He asked and I just closed my eyes. I knew he would figure it out. He had to, of course. He was a smart man controlling a big club house. How dumb could I ever be.

A little bit nervous, I quickly spoke up, “You don’t have to take responsibility. Still more, you weren’t supposed to have an idea. I know how much this would tarnish your image so I’ll keep it secret of course, not only for you.” Although it hurt to say that, it was the right thing I had to do. For me and my baby.

“What the fuck are you even talking about Emily? Aren’t you even ashamed?” He asked and I glanced up at him, shocked at his question. I was about to speak up when he cut me off.

“You want to hide a baby from its father and you think? What kind of asshole do you even portray me to be? You think I’m going to let go of my baby! My first fruit for the sake of the public eye? Ridiculous”.

“Well, aren’t you?” My question remained hanging as he glanced at me, his eyes hit and infuriating on me.

“Get in my car Emily, we are going to have a long, long talk.” He instructed and I knew i could not, not answer him. I guess i would just have to ditch work and call in sick.

And so I entered the car.