Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Writer POV

Chris arrived quickly at the gates of her house but found no one standing there. He got out of the car and rushed to the gate to find no one there.

Fear gripped him, he looked so worried that he let random thoughts creep into his head, while he started to blame himself if anything happened to her. He rushed back to his car to grab his phone, hopefully, he would get through to her.

He dialed her number and after two trials with no response, he got even more worried, when his phone beeped. He looked at the text he received from Mandy with joy and immediately rushed to the location she sent to him.

Mandy

He arrived at the location I gave to him in a few minutes, I looked up at him as he approached where I sat staring at everyone who clearly was having a good time here.

“Hey,” I said, staring at him as I tapped the space beside me, directing him to seat…

“Hey,” he responded to me and took the seat beside me exhaling.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, I lifted my head to stare at him before shaking my head.

“What’s wrong? Do you wanna talk about it?” He rushed to say, as it wouldn’t seem he was intruding…

“My parents, and no I don’t want to,” I said, getting comfortable as I rested my head on his shoulders, while he nodded his head in understanding…

“Then that’s cool,” he responded, while we both sat there silently for a while.

“All these people here look so happy. I just want to be happy, like really happy,” I said slowly.

“Can I ask you something?” He moved his body a bit, while I took my head off his shoulder and gave him the go-ahead.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you thinking right now?” He looked at me, while I stared at him confused by the question.

“Like right now! presently?” I questioned him, to be sure of his question.

“Yes,” he voiced…

“I’m wondering why I called you. Why did I call you at that moment? I could have called anyone else, but I thought of you first, why?” It was my turn to look at him, but at the same time still awed by my own question.

“Well, only you can say why. But I’d like to believe that you called me because I made a promise to be here for you always,” his voice was soothing as he said that, I looked over his eyes and I could see the sincerity in his words.

“Always?” My voice came out low, but he responded with the same words as my question before kissing my palms.

“Thank you so much. For picking up, for worrying about me, and mostly for showing up. No one does that aside from Maliah, but right now she isn’t here but with her family,” I explained, sadness washing all over my face, as I talked about my best friend whom I missed.

“You both have a really good relationship. But if Maliah was here, how would you open up to her?” I looked over my shoulder staring at him, and wondering what he meant by that.

“What do you mean,” I turned around to stare at him, but he just shrugged his shoulders before speaking up.

“What would you want to say if Maliah was here in place of mine,” he repeated, and this time to my own understanding…

“I’ll say that I think our parents traumatized us a bit. Whether they accept it or not, they played a huge factor in what we’ve become today. It’s either some of us have a villain for a dad, a totally bad mom, or one who doesn’t stand up for themselves. Either way, they had a hand in this,” I explained, my voice cracking a bit, and At that time, he brought my hands close to his lips, giving them a light kiss, before wrapping his hands around mine to comfort me and it did work.

“Yeah talk about us being called damaged and fucked up, because of how they made life hella hard for us,” he added and I laughed.

” Funny enough they find it hard to see how we are the ones carrying the hurt around with us, while they get to live their lives and come back to decide how we live ours again… Tragic yeah,” I added while he hissed.

” The hurt? Should we talk about pressure? I’m not talking about getting a job under pressure or being successful under pressure, I’m talking about life choices that we ought to make ourselves, they decide for us, add the pressure and then manipulate us into feeling bad about it cause won’t live to their standards,” he added and I laughed, drying the little tear that gathered on my eyelids…

“The worst is we become toxic to ourselves, and people around us while carrying this pain and everything around it, into a new relationship and dropping in that baggage of bullshit on someone else. It’s either the daddy issues, the Mommy issues, the attachment, the detachment. Our endless toxic traits that are a result of their by-product,” I exclaimed and burst out in tears, recalling everything that had happened back home, the baby issue, the slut name calling, and mom. All of those emotions came crushing me down all at once.

“I’m so tired Chris. My life is already a mess, I can’t go back home, I don’t want to. A lot of things are happening and right now I think I’m just going to end it all and let myself to find peace,” he might have no idea of what I was saying, as my words were vague, but he hugged me tightly patting my back uninterrupted as he let me express my emotions with no judgment at all…

“You’re going to be fine, okay,” he said and kissed my forehead, looking deep into my eyes, and I could kiss him right now, but I wouldn’t want to ruin this…

“Let me get you something Sweet, an ice cream would do right? He questioned, and I nodded while he rushed to the tent to purchase one for me.

I sighed glad that I released all the emotions I felt while looking up at the peaceful sky. I heard a beeping sound, and when I looked over the seat, I realized it was Chris’s phone. I picked it up, with the intention of giving it to him, when I read the text on the screen, causing the phone to fall out of my hands…

“Told her you knew about the baby yet?” It read, and my heart started to beat fast. I looked over at Chris approaching me with two cups of ice cream on his hands with smiles on his face.

“Fuck you, you’re just like every one of them. Trying to get something from me,” I slapped him across his face, collected the cups of ice cream, and spilled them on him, leaving him stunned while I walked away from him angrily.

“Mandy,” he picked up his phone from the floor, running after me while calling my name but I called him…

“Please talk to me, what did I do?” He asked the moment he caught up with me and pulled me by my hand.

“Check your phone asshole,” I yelled at him, and immediately pulled away from his grip, crying as I headed back home.

“Was the world completely against me, or this was just a really bad evening,” I thought to myself, still crying…