The CEOs pregnante maid

You're so perfect; your blue eyes, your sublime lips designed to kiss a woman in the most secret of places. Your hair the color of the sun. Your perfect, symmetrical face. The statuesque body of a lacrosse team captain. I swear, not just your beauty, but your benevolence is what makes all the girls want you. - Wow Nicole! - One of my best friends, Alice, came into my room. She had done nothing but stare at me in amazement. But my panting and flushed face gave away my previous thoughts. I immediately felt uncomfortable, as if someone was spying on my innermost thoughts, or had discovered my dirtiest secret. But we weren't like that, we just weren't. Alice was my best friend, I wouldn't judge myself for falling in love with someone who never even spoke to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The black dress I was wearing wasn't really me, Vivian, my other best friend had chosen it. Well, I could tell, a dress like that didn't look at all like something I'd decide to wear to this graduation party. It was clinging to my body, with a heart-shaped neckline and lace around the edges, crossed at the back. To match, I wore high heels with thin straps and small crystals on the heel. My hair was short and black, in a chanel style, and I only wore a clip in the front. My face was normally pale, with a few freckles. I lightly pinched my cheeks to make them blush, I didn't want to put make-up on, that dress was already too... - Wow! Girl, you're hot! Vivian, of course, burst into the room. She was wearing a very elegant red dress. Too short for any party. Her blonde hair was down to her waist, but for the occasion it was tied up in a bun with a few loose strands. I blushed involuntarily at the comment. I didn't usually dress like that, I was the simple girl, the one with the tank top, jeans and Converse. Vivian and Alice were the real wow! - Wow, look at you! You look beautiful, Nicole! - Alice, who also looked gorgeous in a moss green velvet dress, commented as she sat down on a sofa in the corner of my room. I wasn't a snob, but damn, they were right, the dress clung beautifully to my slim body! I've always had trouble finding something that fits, as I'm small. Even at seventeen, my body still didn't have many curves or attractions; few breasts, little ass. Vivian, on the other hand, had a sculptural body, with beautiful siliconed breasts. Alice had big thighs and breasts in proportion to her body. Not that I was ugly, but I didn't think I was good enough to attract anyone's attention, especially the guy I'd wanted for over three years. Luck I met him one night years ago, when together with Vivian and Alice, we managed to escape from the girls' school. Our school was extremely strict. And it had a very good reputation for it. The school was a real haven for the daughters of famous people and tycoons. Most of us entered there as children and only left to go to college. It was a real gothic castle full of luxury where every girl could have her own room. Parents paid millions so they wouldn't have to look after their own children. Since it was an all-girls school, you can imagine that we didn't have much contact with the outside world, except during the summer vacations. But Vivian had her ways of getting things done, and that's how at the age of fourteen we learned to sneak out without alerting anyone. I'm not sure how Vivian met Luck, but she never spoke much about him. In fact, she didn't seem happy with my recurring questions, her sculpted blonde eyebrows were raised and she had concern in her eyes whenever the subject was him. "Look, Nicole, Luck might not be as nice as you think," she whispered. "Maybe I'd like to meet him for myself to find out. - I shrugged" That was weeks ago. Because the day I saw him for the first time I was enchanted. He seemed happy, free, uninhibited. He was the complete opposite of me. We were dying to get to know the city and explore the world and Vivian knew about this guy who was having a party in a forest clearing in the city. The guy, of course, was Luck. That was the problem, he never looked at me. I remember to this day when I found out about his attraction to Vivian, or to anything with a hole between its legs. Man, that hurt. Realizing that he would never notice me because I wasn't good enough for him. My thoughts were interrupted by Vivian's annoying voice singing Oops, I did it again along with Britney Spears. She was applying gloss to the mirror while humming the ringtone of her cell phone. Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends Oh baby It might seem like a crush But it doesn't mean that I'm serious 'Cause to lose all my senses That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby (...) - Oh, God! God, please, Vivian. Answer that phone right away! - Alice snatched the phone from Vivian's hand, unlocked the screen, looked at it for a moment and held it to her ear, following the monologue. - Oh yes... We're ready... OK... We're off. - Girls, Matthew is waiting for us downstairs, shall we go? Mateus was the only man my mother trusted around me. He was a private driver for the security company that Viviam's father owned. He was a good-looking guy for his age, about forty, and had also worked for my father before he passed away. We went downstairs and got into the big black SUV. The conversation flowed freely, I couldn't remember being so animated in ages. It was all new to me, a new opportunity. School was finally over, I had two more years to go, but my great IQ had put me ahead, so the girls and I were finishing school at the same time. I leaned my head against the back of the car and dreamed of another reality, where perhaps I could travel the world, get to know new cultures, choose my own university? I took a deep breath when I realized that I wouldn't have that freedom. Who was I kidding? I knew very well that I would have to take over the family business, succeed my mother in the company. It wasn't what I wanted, it was her choice, but what choice did I have? Unlike Vivian and Alice's parents. They could choose, their parents were more normal. Despite this, their mother hadn't been featured in Forbes as one of the most powerful women in the state of NY. My mother was powerful, the owner of a chain of world-renowned jewelry stores. Her parents, my grandparents, not only created but also expanded the company with a lot of effort. It's also said that my great-grandparents were gold miners and had the great dream of growing their jewelry empire. And so, from a simple idea, a multi-million dollar company emerged, passed down from generation to generation. When my mother was old enough, she took over my grandparents' company, tripling the profits with the help of my father, who was a CEO. What for some was a life of luxury and glamor was for me a real nightmare. In those last few years, I wasn't able to reconnect or build a good relationship with my mother, as she traveled frequently on business and cared little for the daughter left to be raised in a girls' school. Until I was 8 years old, I remember that my parents had me, practically like a family of normal millionaires, but when my father fell ill, she ended up settling us in New Braunfels, a small town on the edge of Texas for medical reasons. Six months later, he died. My mother thought I was too big to have a nanny, so she enrolled me in a boarding school for girls, north of the city. It was there that I met Vivian and Alice. Which is honestly the only good thing about being left behind by her. They made my days better and happier. My childhood was difficult, I was constantly lonely, I missed my father; he was everything my mother hadn't been: loving, attentive, caring, a good father, even if he wasn't always there. I just wanted to go home, I even missed my mother, even though we didn't have much of a connection. I was constantly crying myself to sleep. But as I said, my days were better thanks to my friends. Life got a bit better when we went to high school. Today I hoped it would get a little better. - Wow! - Cough. - What - cough - is there? - Cough. Alice choked after drinking from the small aluminum canteen that Vivian drank from and passed to her. - Whisky. - She smiled as she took the drink from her hand and sipped it. - Oh, what is it, Nicole? Don't give me that look, we're going to college. - She made a protesting noise with her throat as she took her own sip of the drink. - Damn, that's strong. - She laughed in that sick voice. - No one's going to tell your mom! - She gave a generous wink to Matthew, who was looking disapprovingly in the rear-view mirror - Ah, come on! Just one sip! Even Alice drank. - After almost choking to death! - she retorted, her voice hoarse, forcing a frown. - I don't know...