"What?!" I jerked off, as though stung by a bee.I couldn't believe my ears."Yeah Ben. I only came here to tell you that I have your child. I'm done pretending," she replied, rubbing her tummy gently and smiling enticingly at me."What the hell are you saying? I can't believe this. You got to be kidding, huh?" I jerked off, in shock of what she just said."I'm damn fucking serious here, Bernard. I'm pregnant for you!" She repeated, adding more vigor to her words this time.She stood up from where she knelt and went back to the couch to sit. She grinned at me, scornfully."You can't be Roseville! You can't! You can't be pregnant for me. That's not true," I ranted, perplexedly. This is unbelievable! How could she be pregnant for me? It can't be possible. I made sure she was on pills each time we had sex and it's been a long time since we had sex last. How come, then?I stood up from where I sat immediately and walked closer to her, examining her carefully. I couldn't find any sign of

When I got back to the room, my eyes met with those of Roseville. She shut me a dagger glare, her eyes stung with hot tears, as she laid on the bed."What's it, Rosy? Are you okay?" I asked, caringly.She sobbed gently, her tears dropping down on the bed. She looked tortured and that she was. Although I haven't accepted having her back, she still has a place in my heart and it hurts to see her cry. It immediately dispelled the lustful urge in me. Of course I couldn't make love to her when she was in tears"Please talk to me, Rosy. What happened to you? Don't you want me anymore?" I felt disturbed."No, I don't anymore! I don't want you!" She spat, angrily."Why Rosy? Why don't you want me?" I asked, drawing closer to her"You're so wicked, Ben! Don't dare step an inch closer to me!" She warned."What? Why Roseville? Why the sudden attitude? You don't want me to have you back?" I had to ask."I do, Ben! I do want you! I have your child already. Don't leave me, at least, for the sake of

Lunch was ready in no time. We sat opposite each other, at the large beautiful dining room and ate.I was disturbed by my thoughts. I still needed some more explanation of the whole hairdressing business saga."So Rosy, how about what you told me about earlier?" I began, raising my gaze to her face.She moved her eyes off the food. Meeting with my gaze, she asked,"And what about it?" She still had some food in her mouth."Where is it located?" I really wanted to know."Close to where I live," she replied.It just occurred to me that I didn't even know where she lived."Where do you live? In this city?" I inquired."Carnaby street," she said and continued eating."Okay." I nodded slowly.I paused and took a spoonful of pudding."So, how about your friend? Is it a guy or a lady?" I continued, fixing my gaze at her.She was uneasy. Her eyes darted to and fro the whole length of the table, aimlessly. She seemed to be formulating something in her mind. I was too concerned about her composu

Roseville woke up early in the morning and slipped out of my arms and walked towards the bathroom. The sound of her movements woke me up. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to.I squinted my eyes, while facing towards her direction, so that she didn't notice I was awake too. She made her way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, gently. I closed my eyes and laid down, by my side, covering myself with the duvet, properly. I needed to sleep some more, while waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom, after doing whatever she went there to do.Still in my subconscious mind, I could hear a loud growl from the bathroom. I jerked up in shock and quickened my pace to the bathroom, to see what was going on there. I pushed the door open, to see Roseville, my fiancée vomiting helplessly, into the sink. She looked so exhausted. She pushed against the wall, with one hand, to keep her from tripping off, while she held onto the sink with the other. I could hear her stomach gru

My heart raced, while I drove hastily, down street. It was just all about Roseville, my fiancée that filled my mind. I didn't really bother much about the office matter. I knew I was probably needed to sign some documents and maybe, for some inquiries.As I got to the office, I was met by two good-looking men, on customized black suits. My PA was quite wrong earlier, when he referred to them as clients. I could tell they were either investigators sent by the government, or any other authority, or business owners, as well; the latter being more probable. Perhaps that was what they tagged themselves as, and it what they provided to him as their identity, as they came in."Good day, gentlemen!" I greeted, I got closer to where they sat, extending my hand for a handshake."Good day, sir. Are you Mr Bernard Alexander, the CEO?" One of them asked, narrowing his gaze at me."Yes, I am. Who are you and how can I help you?" I replied, confidently and took my seat, fixing my gaze at them."We o