The doctor smiled at both of them, and brought out a white piece of A4 sized paper. “I should be doing this in my office, but I can see it’s urgent and you couples want to know the details so quickly,” he said, handing over the paper to Amelia first. She collected it and quickly glanced through it, going straight to the place where it confirms that Derek was the owner of the child but her countenance fell when she saw what was written there. Derek’s heartbeat skyrocketed when he saw Amelia’s expression, it shouldn’t be what he was thinking, he prayed. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Derek, but the child in Amelia’s womb isn’t yours, I do not know who the owner is, but you’re not the father,” the doctor made the announcement to Derek, instead of him having his own turn to look at the results. Derek could literally feel the shattering of his heart, it was so real and the pain was aggravating; he was too expectant and too confident that the child was his that the reality hit him as hard as a roc

Emily dialed Sam’s number, the beeping sound from the phone made her very nervous; after it had rang for about ten seconds, she ended the call out of fear and tension. She had no idea why she was feeling this way towards a man she was older than; like a teenage girl who just got teased by one rich high school boy. ‘What do you want to do, Emily!’ She said to herself in her mind, as she dropped the cellphone on the bed and paced her small bedroom. Her heart was pounding as if it wanted to come out from her chest; Emily hated the fact that she felt this way, just because she wanted to accept the man she had grown feelings for. Was it because he was her boss? Or because he was the son of the man she so much respected? She had no idea. As Emily paced her room back and forth, brooding about the step she just took, the phone rang suddenly; startling her and making her heart thud heavily. She quickly rushed to the bed and stared at who the caller was; as she had thought, it was Sam.

Emily was caught off guard, but she didn’t pull away from the kiss, his lips were soft as velvet and warm, soothing in the chilling atmosphere of the beach. For a second, her eyes stood wide open in surprise then slowly reverted into their normal state. Emily never assumed that Sam would kiss her, after what happened during their last date. After a few seconds of silence and just the sound of their tongues hitting each other, alongside the splashes of the ocean on the shore; Sam broke the kiss and stared right into Emily’s eyes. “I want you to be mine only, Em, I really mean this,” Sam whispered, holding her face in his broad hands. “I’m yours, Sam. Yours alone,” Emily whispered back the words. She just kissed her former boss’s son at night at an empty beach. It actually felt like a dream as she held the gaze of the most handsome man she had ever seen. A man she had just met some weeks back, wasn’t this too fast? Emily asked herself, but there was no reply coming from her brain,

“One of the guards signified to Amelia, suggesting that she whined down her window. Amelia felt a little embarrassed as she did, Sam really employed these guys and they were working in a villa such as this, does this mean Sam owned the place? It was too early to jump to conclusions. When the first guard saw her, he almost laughed but he remained composed and spoke instead, but still he couldn’t wipe off the little smile that had crept to his face the instant he saw Amelia. “Is the boss expecting you?” “Who is the boss?” Amelia raised her brow, this was her chance to confirm some things. The guard looked at her in genuine confusion; had Amelia come all the way to the villa without knowing who owned the property or she still believed it wasn’t Sam’s? “Who do you want to see, ma’am?” The guard asked again, his face now entirely covered with a serious expression. “Now you’re asking the right question. I’m here to see Samuel Jonathan,” Amelia smiled, tapping a finger on the steerin

Sam removed his hands from his face when he heard Emily and Amelia calling each other names? What was going on? “Why’s mum…what’s going on here?” Emily walked slowly down to where Amelia and her mother stood. Her face filled with confusion and worry, the red head was looking so remarkably beautiful; she was putting on a wonderful red cape dress, making her look like the queen of England. “I should be asking you the same question; what are you doing here?” Amelia responded, gazing at Emily in surprise; it shouldn’t be what she was thinking. “Now, I’m getting really confused,” Laura heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes. She sat down on the sofa as she was strained from standing for too long. Emily paused for a second and shifted her gaze to Sam, who looked stunned at all what was going on; she had come to his house for the preparations of the promises he had made to her, who would have thought she would meet her sister here. “Sam is my boyfriend, Amelia.” Emily returned her gaze to Ame