When life gives me lemons, I sit and eat them. André sure can afford them.
A couple days at sea making stops only to refuel and collect basic essentials, then we were off again. Only after I was required to enjoy a few hours inland amongst nature.
My South African doctor, Dr Joyce Ninalowo, is the lady who came aboard in Jamaica. She checks on me daily, and it's been getting on my nerves.
She's been prescribing those prenatal pills before I even found out I was pregnant. André sure knew how to lie, and he sure knows how to plan.
This woman was on the island the minute we got together. He said so himself.
The embarrassment.
The guy, however, is one of André's assistants for work.
To think this man came to the island of Jamaica to retire, it seems a few weeks was torture for him. André Pierce is addicted to work.
Our destination was announced only because I was on strike for ten minutes. No eating, no drinking, and no talking. Shortest ten minutes ever. They bullied me nicely, and bribes were involved.
I was told South Africa when I could see land in the distance. This is the country he is taking me to have his child.
When the yacht docked, I couldn't be happier.
My focus was then on the line of security around.
Few security on board joined the ones on land as I walked with André. His hand around me, as we approched the vehicles lined up and in the back of a luxury one we went. They all were.
The next destination is the main one, Billionaire Row or Llandudno here in Cape Town. The irony.
One thing André revealed to me was of a house around here that is in a famous Netflix movie. Then, look who introduced Mister workaholic to Netflix.
I was confused until I heard him say blood and water, then we stopped to see the actual house with the huge rock in it.
I couldn't wait to watch it again.
His home, however, is on the exact street with the amazing view of other luxury homes to the right of it and the Western Atlantic Ocean. There were no homes below his. It was pure nature.
Of course, the glass around it were bulletproof, I had to ask.
He just spent a few minutes with me, and then he went to speak with security.
One thing I'm happy about is that I'll now see the doctor once every month, as long as I take the pills. Their dedication made me feel as if it were some illegal drugs or some experiment.
Sitting there facing the view as the sea breeze flows in. I can't help but think of home.
I think I'll be here for a while, and as I look around, I can't deny that it isn't comfortable and a place to have a newborn.
It's quiet with the weather much like Jamaica. But it wasn't my home.
"Is this how our relationship will be from now on?" He asks from the opposite end of the table.
I looked up and reached for the glass of lemonade, taking a sip before answering. "What's wrong with having the baby the Jamaica?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Then why can't I return?" I repeated as I've been asking the same thing since secrets were revealed.
"You will, I have some important people I'll like you to meet soon." He swiftly changed the topic.
"Cool. If I want natural fruits and Jamaican foods, how or when do I get it?" I went on to ask, taking up a fork filled with cheesy pasta.
"Our chef is skilled in that area. If it's something you need specific, Dainty is being paid to be of assistance. Is there anything else you need to know?"
"Did you have my ex killed?"
"Getting in the way of my business can get anyone killed. He broke the law of wanting to help a wanted criminal escape. I didn't shoot him specific, but a friend of mine did." That made me feel a little better.
"Fine." I sigh. "What will I be doing here then?"
A smile spreads on his lips, and I felt relief that it's a genuine one.
"We," he corrects, and I smile hearing that. "We'll be traveling some famous places all over Africa before you have our baby."
Who was to tell me that I needed limes and not lemons. Lime juice and not lemonade.
By we, this man meant his family.
Two bloodclaat daughters who were almost tall as him.
Marizan Malia Pierce, whom he calls Willow and Mahalia Aliah Pierce as Robyn.
I looked at the picture frame and then back at him.
Robyn is older and is sixteen, Willow being fifteen.
The resemblance is there, and there was no denying that they aren't his daughters.
Two beautiful daughters, their smiles just like his, and eyes like their mother. His ex-wife.
An ex-wife is shocking but expected, but two grown daughters is wild news.
Laughing, I shook my head and put the picture frame aside.
He sat before me with his elbows on the arm rest and a hand by his jaw. Observing my expression and behavior.
Him serious.
Sitting there a wait fih mih do or seh sum'n.
It actually nuh surprise mih fih start regret. Then I'm sure he recognized because he raised a brow and his stare became intense.
"What do you regret?" He finally asks.
"Listening to you and accepting you." I answered.
"It's too late." He had the nerve to say.
"You think I don't know that." I hissed loudly, getting up off the bed and walking towards the tall ceiling to floor glass window or it's more of a wall. "I've been around you for two years, going three, and I can honestly say I know nothing about you."
"I'll tell you everything before our baby gets here." He said more like a promise.
"So everything is due to the sake of this baby. So, I never deserved the chance to know previously?"
"Lázuri, I admit that it is selfish of me to keep these things from you. Such important things, but I never went to Jamaica with the intention of finding the love of my life." I rolled my eyes and frowned at that. "My daughters live a different life, and even my own family barely sees them. Zyair, Roenelle, and Zyair have never seen them."
I turned and looked at this crazy man.
"Is that how my child will be raised?" I scoffed.
"Our child will be raised differently." He acknowledges, and I looked at him like I didn't believe. "Our child will be raised by two people in love and not by a forced marriage of two workaholics that didn't have the time for a family."
"You're still a workaholic." I pointed out, and he laughs a bit.
"That I am, but I was worst in the past." He revealed. "The marriage was a business agreement, and the only best outcome are my daughters, but for her, it was saving her family business and being famous."
"So, do they know about me?" I shook akimbo, trying to be intimating, but he only smiled as he realized.
"They do."
"An what is this trip about?" I concluded.
"Dad!"
Dem deh yah already.
Mih bloodclaat.
Mih needs a bath.
Suprised surprise... 🥳🥳
Bout we, André a duh things under style.
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Dickmatized Dainty (Book 3)
Short StoryDainty had to deal with Gio's friends eating her food that she'll need after the dick appointment. She has so much to go through and her mind on the money. Lázuri went through a scammer, police officer and ended up fucking a top boss, a billionaire...
