The Secret affair of the young CEO

Agnes

A couple of weeks passed with Agnes glued on Jude's mind. However, he decided to continue to play tough, even though excerpts of the night Agnes spoke about started to form a picture in his mind. He started to think he could recognize her somehow, yet he continued to ignore his gut feeling. Weeks turned to months, and months turned to more months, and just like that, he eventually forgot about her. Jude had forgotten about Agnes, and his son as well.

A top boy like Jude always had something under his sleeve. He loved to be and act like a socialite, so he was naturally everywhere that shone bright in the city at night.

'There's always one thing or the other going on out here nowadays. Always a vibe out here to get lost in' Henry said cheerfully with Jude sat to his right, and Jane on his lap. Jane, Jude's front desk receptionist. She loved to hang around the big leagues, and somehow, Henry had secured her for himself because she was always unassuming and he could do whatever he liked with her.

'Yes, yes you are right' she chirped into Henry's ear. Jude gave her a subtle look that indicated that he was somewhat ashamed of her.

'She can't even curtail herself, the fact that I'm her boss, w***e' he told Henry on one occasion when they spoke about her in her absence. Henry always laughed it off, after all he was strictly about the fun and pleasurable feelings.

'It's same old to me' Jude commented. 'Same old recycled s**t, and then there comes a new anthem and then if we are lucky to have a new dance twice in six months, we would be skipping our minds away happily, pretending to have fun' Jude said, tossing the napkin he wiped his mouth with away in a snap.

'Is something bothering you?' Henry asked Jude. Jude's reaction was a tad bit salty before and after Henry asked him if he was okay.

'Do I look sick?' he asked Henry back. Actually, Jude was irritated by Jane's presence. Her facial expression was questioning when he made the snappy comment and tossed the napkin away, as if she was also asking him what was wrong. His damn front desk receptionist. Far beneath him.

'Hey' Henry called at Jude and signaled at him silently to take a chill pill concerning Jane's presence. If she suspected that the guys were taking her for granted, she could leave. She had done it before.

'Let's go have a dance with the fun people' Henry said, ushering Jane away from Jude's presence before he spoilt his night.

'Thank goodness' Jude muttered while he watched them leave. He was looking towards the direction Henry and Jane were walking at when he thought he saw a familiar face. From afar, she looked like...

'Agnes?' Jude whispered and squinted towards her direction. The more he looked at her, the clearer it became that it was indeed Agnes, the supposed mother of his child. Often times, Jude had been haunted by the peering eyes of his son, boring holes into his own eyes when his mom came to show him to Jude. Now those eyes flashed in Jude's mind again while he looked at Agnes from where he sat.

'The f**k' he muttered when he realized himself. The way Jane irritated him, if Henry saw Jude with Agnes, he would laugh at him till he lost his mind, because Agnes was not his type at all. Jude thought of a quick one, meet up with her while she was away from the crowd. That way they most likely will spot Henry first before Henry saw them. He got up quickly and advanced towards her.

For some reason, most likely for the fact that he formerly denied Agnes and his son, Jude's heart was pounding against his chest while he walked towards the lady. She looked different from that day she was at his office, several months ago. And where the hell did she keep his son to come out for some fun? Jude wondered until he eventually got face to face with her.

'Agnes' Jude called. Agnes was already turning to look at him before he called her name, so as soon as she saw that it was Jude for sure, she kept a straight face, as if she didn't know him.

'Agnes' Jude called again.

'Are you lost?' Agnes asked him, looking as clueless as possible. Jude was taken aback. The perfect way Agnes had played pretense made him start to wonder if indeed she was Agnes and not someone else. She walked away from him, looking as innocent and unassuming as possible, to Jude's surprise.

'Agnes' he called one more time, hoping that somehow she would answer her damn name, because that was Agnes, of course. The same woman that came to his office. What sort of game was she playing? Jude thought.

It was as if Jude had found the perfect engagement for the night because his eyes followed her around the arena they were hanging out at. All the time he kept wondering how to get her to talk to him properly, without feigning the whole 'I'm not Agnes drama' but he was wrong to think that she would drop into his arms easily after what he did to her in the past. Her and her son, their son. Jude was still caught up in this trance when Henry showed up in front of him.

'Dude, are you okay today? who the hell are you staring at like that? a broad? very unlike you' Henry said, jolting Jude back to reality.

'Anyways, I'm going home, see ya' Henry said, gulping the last glass of whiskey that was available and pulling Jane along with him, with his arm around her shoulder, headed for the parking lot.

'Later' Jude replied, happy to have Henry leave him to concentrate on his Agnes. This secret he had kept from everyone for months. Jude didn't speak about Agnes' visit at the office to anybody until he eventually forgot about it, now it had come back to haunt him. Properly this time around.