President Denver's Twisted Romance

The Developers

ELIZEI

What the hell is wrong with this man? What does he want from me?

I open my mouth to tell President Denver that I will not follow him to wherever he would like me to, and that I am fine with myself, but I find it difficult.

I think of my job.

Even though he has said that he would not give me stress in my job and that my job will always be mine, the fact that I am in a needy state makes it difficult for me to refute his order.

He said I had thirty minutes tops, so I took a small bag and packed overnight clothes, including my work clothes for tomorrow.

This is just awkward.

Am I his girlfriend, or fiancé?

It just looks ridiculous following President Denver into his car with an overnight bag.

I hope he's not going to force me to sleep with him.

Gosh! My life is miserable.

The ride to wherever President Denver said he was taking me to is the most awkward I have ever been on.

Nobody said a thing to each other, and we were on that ride for up to thirty minutes.

We finally arrived at a huge estate, but while it was huge, it didn't have as many houses as a typical estate would have, instead there was a beautiful landscape spanning the area.

Honestly, I was excited to see such beauty after leaving home.

Marcus drove to one of the houses perched in the large landscape, and there he stopped in front of the entrance and turned back to look at his boss.

Maybe President Denver gave him a sign that I did not understand, but Marcus quickly got out while politely asking me to follow him.

President Denver didn't move an inch, he just sat in his car and watched Marcus and me.

''Take care of yourself, Ms. Hope. If there is anything you need at anytime of the day, call me. My number is stored on your phone.''

Were my eyes and ears playing games with me?

I swear, I heard President Denver's voice break as if he wanted to cry, and his eyes were watery.

Sorry?

I just nodded and quickly stepped out of the car, following Marcus who was already in front of the apartment that I was meant to spend the night in.

Marcus does not spend time showing me around. The house is already set up far better than the one I rented on the other estate.

Honestly, the house looks superb.

I said goodbye to Marcus, who avoided eye contact with me the entire time, and then I heard the car drive away from my apartment.

What am I doing here?

I have no need to be here, and I feel that President Denver is taking care of me too far, because he just wants to prove to be a good boss.

It is either that, or there is something he is not telling me.

NICHOLAS DENVER

''Nicholas, I saw you drive past the house to the other apartment in wing C, why? Are the developers here again?'' Grandma asks as soon as I step inside the house.

I rolled my eyes secretly. Yes, secretly, because if Grandma sees me roll my eyes at her, she will slap me.

''Yes they are here.'' A big lie, that is what I told her.

Ordinarily, I should be glad to inform grandma that I have a woman I am interested in, resting in one of my apartments with my baby in her womb, but what don't I know about this weird old woman?

She would tell me that I had picked a w***e again.

I wonder who is not w***e in her eyes.

Moreover, the fact that Ms. Hope being already pregnant will make matters even worse, but guess what? Grandma had my father out of wedlock, and got married to my grandfather after my father had been born.

My father was present as a ring bearer at his parent's wedding.

My grandmother is such a hypocrite.

''Oh, okay. I must see them myself. The last time, they did something far different from what they were instructed to do. They had better not make the same mistake again. I have to go and tell them myself.'' Grandma started to walk towards the door, calling on Marcus to drive her to the apartment.

''Grandma, you don't have to.'' I hurried after her and pulled her back.

''You are not young anymore, grandma, no matter how much ou tell yourself that you still have energy.'' I held her back by all means.

''But Marcus will drive me there. I am not walking all the way there, am I? Allow me to see those developers, maybe you are too soft on them.'' Grandma is insisting on going, and I am insisting on her not going.

''No need.'' I made it clear that she was not going anywhere near that house.

Grandma paused to look at me closely.

''What is wrong with you? It's just a short ride within the premises. Since when did you start controlling me like your father used to?'' Grandma's eyes are burning with displeasure.

''Since I understood that you worry a lot about nothing. The developers have been instructed, and their former errors have been pointed out.''

I dismiss the old woman, and she does not say anything after staring at me for eternity.

Instead, she turns around and walks back to her room while I have dinner, the entire time, thinking of Ms. Hope, who is now within my reach.

The fact that she is just around the corner gives me a feeling of satisfaction because, nowadays, she fills up my mind so much, even the business I have at Denver Group does not occupy my thoughts the way she does.

To think that she is the mother of my kids.

I have to find a way to tell her. I don't care what she says or how she sees me, she must know that the father of her child has not left her.