But the truth is, I know that I'm old enough for that... At least I'm 26, but the issue is, I am not ready to get married, at least...not yet and not after all I have been through with women.
My mother is very relentless and couldn't just stop with the questions throughout my stay with them... I barely stayed up for one week before she started fixing blind dates for me as if my life depended on it!
Each day that passes, she organizes introductions, sends me tons of sexy pictures of rich and influential women, and even calls me during work hours just to nag about my love life.
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I just got home from work that night and was so tired.I took a cold shower and stepped into the sitting room to watch TV shows when she came out from her room again with the same topic.
I couldn't help but rub my temples and the bridges of my hair as she raised her voice; her eyes were filled with determination and frustration.
"Alexander! You're a doctor... What's wrong with you, and why is it so difficult to find a wife? Beautiful and rich women are all over you, but you can't pick one for yourself!" She said it, but I didn't even flinch or respond.
"Are you trying to tell me you are gay? Why don't you just say it? I need a grandchild!" Her words cut through the air like a sharp blade. My jaw clenched, and my chest felt so heavy.
"Mom, I'm not ready to get married. I'm not ready to date anybody. Please stop fixing blind dates for me.... . I told you before, "If I want to settle down, I know what is best for me," I said firmly, but her voice only grew louder; she raised her voice until it echoed through the walls.
I could see the fury in her eyes and the trembling of her lips, and at that point I knew that she wasn't going to stop.
Frustrated, I grabbed my car key and walked out of the house without a word... I hate exchange of words, so I called my personal assistant, Ruger, who was also my driver. He drove me out of the house even though he kept on checking on me from the car window, noticing the anger burning in my expression.
We drove into the cool night with my Rolls Royce heading downtown... I just needed nothing else than to breathe, to escape the suffocating pressure at home. I looked out of the window as the cold breeze seeped into my skin... The city lights blurred past the window as I exhaled deeply. Such a relief!
Just then, the car cell phone rang out, and Ruger picked it up. I don't even care who it was, but I knew it was still from home.
It wasn't until 20 minutes after the first call that the phone rang out again. "Boss, your mom is calling," Ruger said after a while, glancing at the phone. I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes for a brief second.
"Don't pick it. I don't have time to talk, not after what happened at home," I replied.
He hesitated, then lowered his voice. "I wanted to tell you something... Your mom actually fixed another blind date for you... It was with Miss Harrison this time; she is said to be the only daughter and heir of the Harrison Group of Companies after my investigations."
I opened my eyes and gave him a sharp look. "What!? Please don't bring it up. I'm not interested. I am not going on another blind date again. How the hell can I go on fifteen blind dates in two weeks, Ruger? Fifteen! I'm tired. I need a break."
Ruger bit his lip, his brows furrowing slightly. "Sorry, boss, I didn't mean to upset you, but I just thought that... She's beautiful, and maybe your parents..."
"No. It's not going to happen. Not after everything I've seen. All those rich girls are the same. All they do is take where they did not sow. They're gold diggers. There is no difference," I cut him off, my voice low and laced with venom. He went silent immediately and continued driving.
Soon, the car slowed down abruptly in a quiet street, and that was when I found out that a young lady was standing in front of our car. We almost crushed her!
Before I could even look at her closely, she rushed to the car and knocked at my window in panic... Her eyes were teary and glistening under the streetlight.
I wanted to drive off because I hate such pretense and wasn't in the mood for scenes, but my instinct kicked in, and I wound down the window of the car... For a second, she was breathing heavily like she was being chased by someone or something.
"Please help me... Someone is after me," she cried, her voice breaking.
My instinct kept on screaming at me to ignore her and that I don't mingle with strangers, especially women... But then, there was something about her face that looked so familiar.
My mind flashed back to years ago, when I was just ten. I got kidnapped and was dumped on the street for dead, but a girl saved me then, and she has this striking resemblance with her almond eyes.
Could this be her? I couldn't help but wonder about that... My heart skipped a bit, and my eyes locked into hers. Without thinking twice, I unlocked the door, and she rushed in.
Immediately after she entered, her scent filled the car... It was so soft and desperate too. But I was so shocked when she stared directly into my eyes and dragged me closer to herself to the extent that I could feel her warm and harsh breath against my neck.
Before I could ask anything, she touched my arm as her fingers trembled, and she drew her face closer to mine... Her lips parted slightly as her eyes were filled with lust and craving. "Can you have sex with me?" she whispered.
My mouth fell open. "No. I can't.... Young lady, What are you doing here in the middle of the street? I can't have anything to do with you. You're a total stranger," I said, my voice sharp, though my pulse betrayed me, thundering in my ears... I could feel the heat of her touch all over me as I tried to control myself.
But she didn't stop...she moved closer to me, climbing my lap with boldness; she acted so possessed, like she was under an influence. Her legs wrapped around my hips tightly, and her breath was so warm against my neck.She was breathing so heavily as she started unbuttoning my shirt immediately.
She yanked off her shirt, revealing the soft curve of her breasts... Only the sign made my throat go dry.I swear, I could feel her wetness rocking on my already hard dick.
"This isn't right," I muttered, breathing heavily, but she only pressed harder, her fingers trailing down to my belt.
Her eyes were glazed as her pupils dilated as if she were under some intoxicating spell... I couldn't hold back anymore at this point.My mind screamed for me to stop, but my body betrayed me, responding to every desperate touch she gave me.
"Ruger... wait for us outside," I said hoarsely. Ruger hesitated as his brows lifted in surprise, but he obeyed, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind him.
Now it was just the two of us; it felt like a heat rush all over my body filled with goosebumps... She kissed me passionately and vigorously as I grabbed her waist closer to me and kissed her back.
My hands went straight to her back, slowly undoing her bra as it fell off. My eyes were filled with greediness at the sight of her succulent breast. Oh lord!
My breath hitched as my hands found her soft and warm breasts; her nipples were already hard as I rolled my fingers on them.
She moaned softly, her head tilting back as if surrendering to the moment.
"Oh my God... I want you. Please... I want you," she whispered, her voice quivering. Her hands slid lower and finished undoing my belt; her hands found my dick as she stroked me through my trousers. The car felt like it was burning around us; the air felt so heavy with unspoken desire. My lips found her breast as I sucked her nipples, biting on them softly.
She went on her knees and sucked my shaft, and soon enough, I found myself digging on her wet cunt like my life depended on it. God! She's beautiful.
I lost track of time...and thirty minutes later, we were lying breathlessly in the car, tangled in each other's arms. Her damp body rested on my chest as she slept slowly... I kept on admiring her pretty face until slowly, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep.
Mara's POV
My eyes opened slowly from the loud beeping coming from my phone; I felt a sharp headache and haziness... as if the night had been a dream. My body was still filled with the pleasure I received, and that was when I realized that I was still inside his car.
The memories of what happened crashed into me, and I couldn't help but think about his touch, his eyes, and the way he held me as if I belonged to him. My heart skipped a beat faster than usual.... I didn't regret it at all.
I glanced at him; he was still sleeping calmly, and I couldn't help but smile.That was when it occurred to me that I was supposed to be here on a mission to save my dying father, but I ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger!
Guilt twisted in my chest. What have I done? I hurriedly reached for my shirt and started buttoning it up.I need to leave before he wakes up. But the phone kept ringing in my bag. I took it out, and my eyes widened in shock...it was my mother!
Before I could pick up the call, it went off, and a message lit up the screen, making my blood run cold instantly:
"You stupid girl! Where are you? Are you trying to kill your father? Didn't you bring the money from that stranger? I don't care what you do. All I want is for you to get that money right now. Time is going!"
My breath caught as tears blurred my vision; I turned off the phone with my trembling fingers. And I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "Oh no! I need to go now...I really need money..." But before I could finish that, he sat up, and his eyes locked onto mine in dark and rage.
I was confused by his expression, and before I could even say anything more, he grabbed his briefcase by the side and started unlocking it coldly.
"Whoa, really? So you're one of them, huh? I should've known. You're just like the others... gold diggers. That's why you came into my car, isn't it? To get money?" His voice was filled with bitterness, each word like a knife.
My heart dropped at his statement, "What? No, I don't understand..."
Before I could finish, he cut me off and grabbed a pen and a check from his briefcase furiously and started scribbling on the check; he shoved it vigorously in my hand.
"Here. One million dollars. Take it and get out of my car. Don't ever come near me again. You're paid off. Remember this: after what happened tonight, we're done. Don't stop me anywhere. Don't speak to me again."
My lips parted, but no words came. I was shocked and froze in place as I stared at the check in my trembling hands.
One million dollars?Did he think I was speaking to him or something? But then, I'm just random girl and should expect that.
My chest tightened painfully, and I wanted to explain...to scream that he was wrong, but his eyes were so cold and accusing.I had no choice as I carried my bag and stepped out of the car; my legs felt weak, and my mind was spinning.
The night air hit me like a slap, but I tried to be fine; it was all Mr. Swag's fault...he sprayed an aphrodisiac on me, and it made me lose control. As I flagged down a taxi on the cold night, I reassured myself that it's just a one-night stand and I had the money to save my father and to start going to school again.
But his words still echoed in my head... gold digger!? Was that how he truly saw me?
I went straight to the hospital the next day and paid for my father's surgery... To me it seems like he was an angel sent from heaven because life turned around for me after that night. We even rented a nearby apartment, and the worst part? My mother never even asked where the money came from.
I didn't expect her to.
But I couldn't stop thinking about him... I wake up every single day dreaming about his face-it haunted me. The way his hands had explored my body and the way his eyes locked onto mine before everything shattered.I tried to bury it, to forget him, but the memories replayed over and over.
One month later.
One hot afternoon, after returning from lectures, I felt so dizzy and nauseous, and the truth is... I've been having these feelings and symptoms for the past 4 weeks.
My stomach churned, and I couldn't help but feel nervous about it... I went to a pharmacy not too far from me, bought a pregnancy test, and rushed home.
I kept on praying not to be what I'm thinking as my fingers trembled; I tore the packet open.
Minutes later, I stared at the result, and my breath caught in my throat.... Two dark pink lines. My knees went weak immediately as I sat down slowly on the bed, my palm pressing against my belly.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I slid the small pregnancy test deep inside the drawer in my room. My fingers tremble against the wood.
"I'm pregnant... for a stranger," I whispered.
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