A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

17: Confused

Ana's POV

Aiming to rewrite the author's note and summary of my book 'Self-Love' in which to put on the numerous copies of paperback that is to be printed. I appear unfocused regardless of the fact I have barely three days to get everything ready.

Inhaling a breath to try and suppress my thoughts, I seal my eyes and massage my temples in an attempt to bring my mind back to order.

Hello, it's me.
I was wondering if after all these years you'd like me to-----

I startle at the sound. Noting it's coming from my iPhone 11 I exhale and rest a palm on where my heart should be before I pick up the device.

'Ike'

I'm confused as I gaze at the name flickering on the screen, contemplating if to answer it or not. It's been a week since that day he came with Emily to apologize and since then I haven't brought myself to take his calls.

Still staring at it, the ringing stops, and I drop it, only for it to begin again as he repeats the act of calling me. Groaning, I place my elbow on the desk in my office and run my sharp blue nails in my newly braided gold strands.

It's in this situation that Glory walks in to see me looking bothered and perplexed as I reminisce on the good times Ike and I had together before all the drama.

"Why do I always find you this way?" She asks making her presence known.

"How do you mean?" I investigate, letting down my hands to gape at her as she's covered in a blue jumpsuit that brings out her fair complexion.

"Sad," she tells. "And I hate it. It makes me feel emotional."

"I'm not sad," I refuse, shaking my head.

"Then what are you?" She inquires in a serious look.

"I'm confused yes, but not sad," I sigh in retort.

"Why are you confused then?" She queries, pushing the chair back to recline.

"I don't know," I breathe. "Everything seems to be happening so fast. Take a look at my tummy for example. I'm beginning to show."

"And you haven't told your parents yet?" She interrogates bestowing me a glance.

"Don't remind me," I wail, fear nagging at the back of my brain of what they will think of me.

"They'll find out eventually so why don't you save yourself the misery and do it?" She proposes and I groan.

"You know I'm always honest with you, so I have to tell you the truth no matter how bitter," she continues as I am mute.

"Come on Ana you need to," she proposes, reaching to squeeze my palm. "At least to know you've got that out of your mind. You know, one less thing to think about."

"I see your point Glory but as it is now I'm not on speaking terms with my father after he found out who Ike is and all the baggage that comes with him," I state in defeat.

"I don't understand," she says, coming off as bewildered.

"Oh sorry I didn't inform you," I mutter, realizing she isn't up to date about that.

"Nuel stormed into my house after he saw the news of Emily's postponed wedding, and so we had an argument that resulted in him threatening to notify my parents of my discrepancies," I relay, recounting the ordeal.

"So he did?" She polls, needing confirmation.

"Yep," I nod. "He couldn't even wait a day to do so and they arrived that evening after Ike dropped me home from taking me to antenatal."