Sweet Surrender (Book 2)

Torn

Tyler

I'm in a cheap bar somewhere in Singapore. Drowning myself with alcohol. I have to feel numb. My life is full of sh*t right now. I downed my last shot of tequila. Yeah right. That's what I said an hour ago.

Stacey.
I want to see her, at least talk to her. But I can't.

She's lying in a hospital bed right now. She's sick. She,s bleeding. I learned about her situation from my parents. Yes. Mom and dad. They called a few hours ago, while I was busy with work and trying to contact Stacey all day to apologize for last night. But to my surprise, my parents gave me a call. Yes. Both of them at the same time.

Mom saw Tony first at the hospital. And my best friend accidentally told them he's visiting Stacey. My girlfriend. My parents doesn't know about Stacey yet. I haven't got the chance to tell them amidst the problems were having with the company, and wit the upcoming event for the appointment of the the new president.

Mom and dad gave me an ultimatum to choose, my career or a penniless life with Stacey. I can't believe how my own parents can blackmail me. The election would just be in a couple of months. One year at most. They promised to give me my freedom once the election is finished.

They said they explained everything to Stacey. Which I doubt. Knowing my mom, she doesn't explain. She commands.

She may not understand, but all these, I'm doing it for us. For my baby. If I choose them right now, I will not be able to support them. Give them what they need. I may have lived an extravagant life, but this is all I know. Running this business. And I owe this to my parents. All they are asking is for me to bank this position once and for all, then they will leave me alone. I want to make them happy. But I also love Stacey and our baby.

I signalled the waiter for another shot. Last shot. I think to myself.

I grab my phone and dial Jasmine's number. Thankfully she answered on the second ring.

"Tyler. Did you know what happened?" She whispers.

"I know Jaz. How is she?" I ask. I'm a bit tipsy. My words slur in my tongue.

"You want to talk to her?"

"No. Not now. How is she?"

"She's fine. The baby is fine. Just premature contraction. Were out ta here anytime tomorrow."