Bitter Sensation

Chapter Forty Eight

"Hey!"

Ted greeted the front desk, who happened to be wearing her usual sheepish smile. This often made him uncomfortable, her constant staring also.

"Good evening." She giggled. The front desk was a petite lady roughly in her early twenties.

"So you recognize me?" He asked, without a smile, rather his brows are creased as she appeared lost again staring at him.

"Yes ... aunty Fiona, penthouse."

Ted forced in a polite smile and this made her look away coquettishly. This was an attitude, he got always from women of all ages. Even men got lost admiring him. It wasn't exactly easy getting all that attention for his appealing looks. One of the reasons, he dreaded fame. Well, he was very reserved to the point, he had no social media handle. He dreaded dramas more.

She coyly glanced through her schedule and Ted noticed the change in her expression.

"Ehmm ... Your full name, sir?" She stole a coquettish glance at him.

"Ted." He added with a straight face. "Ted Jackson."

She buried her eyes in the screen of her desktop. She glanced up a few seconds, later. "You signed in, already."

"I'm sorry, what? Never mind, I'll give her a call."

She swallowed hard, watching him dial, and pressed his phone to his ear.

She appeared unease. "I remember, he's a musician. Oh my god! Tex-Jackson. I thought..."

"My brother is here?!" This was an expensive joke.

Well, this explained why she hadn't replied to his text - he sent over 30mins ago - or take his calls. He was tired of making excuses for her. He finally opened his brother's message.

"Ermmmm..." She stuttered, watching him listen to the audio playing out of his phone

Ted stormed out.

******

"I don't want this child!" Angela sprung from the bed. Osas with his expression frozen reached for his robe and climbed off the bed too.

"That's no longer your decision to make."

Angela scoffed, her tone softening. "I'm not sure, it's yours."

"Doesn't make it the punkass' either."

"Baby, please!" She yelled in tears. It was quiet briefly. Then Osas interrupted the peace.

"I want you to stay." He muttered softly. "I want us to put this behind us and move on."

"This baby goes."

What the fuck was she saying. He was engaged.

Did she hear him say he wanted her to stay? As what exactly?

She pushed many thoughts off her mind, as the idea, she loved him too much to watch him sign an eternity contract with some fat French-speaking lady.

She loved him too much to share him with another woman. She would die of heartbreak.

On second thought, she needed a break from everyone, Osas and Texas most especially!

She just wished to end things with the both of them and move to another city, another country and start all over again. Romantic relationships have been hard on her, enough.

"I can't allow that."

What? She shook her head.

He huffed. "We can run some tests to dictate..."