My Secret Longing

My innocent baby

Rocky and I returned home from a week's vacation in Rio de Janeiro. I wouldn't call it a vacation because all I could think about was Bhavishya. I couldn't get her hurt look out of my head, and the fact that I was the one who caused it made me more resentful. So when we got back, I was excited to see her. I had spent a week with that traitor Rocky, but the moment I opened the car door, he dashed to her house. I couldn't complain because I felt the same way.

As I chased him towards our open adjoining gate, I noticed a woman exiting Bhavishya's house. Rocky went outside her front gate and stood next to a car. When I got closer, I couldn't believe my eyes; it was that journalist scumbag Maria, who got into her car and waved goodbye to Bhavishya. And she returned the wave while standing on her veranda. When I saw them waving at each other, I was furious. Bhavishya had only been in Brazil for three months, and the fact that she already knew Maria unsettled me.

My mind immediately went into overdrive. I was unnerved seeing Maria with Bhavishya. So, instead of going to her house, I returned home, unsure of what to do. Later that evening, I went down memory lane and thought about the things I wanted to forget forever. How my ex-fiancée and that scheming scumbag Maria conspired to trap me.

I was Thirty-Six when I was named Brazil's youngest billionaire. Women would throw themselves at me; men would rush to talk to me, and I was at my peak, believing that nothing or no one could ever beat me. But I quickly regretted my success.

Her name was Lucinda, and she was a typical model with those long-toned legs, big fake boobs, and tanned skin. I was shallow back then, and my success blinded me to reality. We met at a costume gala, where Lucinda dressed as a very sexy witch, and I dressed as a pastor. We had an instant connection. That night, I went to her house, and we fucked. From then on, I'll go straight to her place from the office, and we'll fuck like rabbits. But after a few months, when sex became a mundane routine, we began to fight more often.

She was always asking me to take her out and get her gifts. She soon stopped taking modeling assignments and started living off of my money. That didn't bother me because I had her all to myself. After six months, she began to drop hints about marriage and commitment and even talked about having children. But, at the time, I wanted to strengthen my business and thought marriage would be a distraction. So I made it very clear to her.

Then, one day, as I was leaving my house to go to work, the paparazzi surrounded me and began questioning whether I was ready to be a father and marry Lucinda, who was seen leaving an OB/GYN clinic. I hadn't seen Lucinda the day before as I had gone out of town for a business deal. I had no idea what to say to the media. I then went to Lucinda's house to confirm what had happened. I was taken aback because she said she was pregnant, and the paparazzi had surrounded her as she left the clinic the day before.

Even though I was agitated at first, I was happy to become a father. I didn't want my child to grow up without my name, so I decided to marry Lucinda and proposed to her the next day. I had doubts about my decision, but I had to do it for my child.

Lucinda was ecstatic with my proposal and wanted to marry within a month. She said she didn't want to look fat in her wedding dress, so I reluctantly agreed.

When I showed up at Lucinda's house one weekday afternoon to take her out for a surprise lunch date, there was someone's car in her driveway. So I parked my car outside and went in. When I was about to ring her doorbell, I heard her yell at Maria, "Yes bitch, I accept you helped me act pregnant to the paparazzi and made Raul and everyone believe I am pregnant, and I fucking paid you for that, now why are you here again asking for money?"

Maria replied, "I'm the one who suggested you trap him permanently. Otherwise, he would have used you and discarded you. Because of me, you get to marry him and become rich, so you owe me whenever I ask. If you disagree, I know where Raul's office is, and perhaps we can end up in the street together."