His Weakness

Seeing him makes me imagine how much I wish he loved me, I wish he felt the same way I feel about him, I wish his hands could touch my breast and kiss my soft lips and just caress my whole body but… "can this ever happen?" I asked myself. Jaden Darlington could never have imagined that with me because I'm the daughter of a maid who has been living in their mansion since I was a child. My mother served his mother until her death which left me with them because they're like my only family. His hot appearance never ceases to flash in my mind anytime am alone. Could I be lusting over him or falling for a Billionaire's son? A CEO I have been crushing on since I was a child. As the clock struck midnight, the mansion was shrouded in silence. The only sound that pierced the stillness was the soft creaking of the floorboards under my tentative steps. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Instinctively, I followed the sound of hushed footsteps, my heart pounding in my chest. I made my way down the long corridor, the moonlight filtering through the windows casting an ethereal glow on the polished floors. And then, I saw him. Jaden Darlington, a man of over 1.6metres tall with straight legs and a wide chest and muscular biceps that show he workout pretty well with black curly hair a curly beard and a tattoo on the right side of his chest The man who had captured my heart and soul, standing in the dim light of the hallway. His usually composed demeanour seemed to falter, a fleeting expression of vulnerability flashed across his face before he turned to look at me. I could see the raw emotions swirling in his eyes, a sadness so obvious that it tugged at my heartstrings. Maybe I'll never know what his story was. I said to myself as he walked into my room in a wretched world. What happened, Mr Jaydeen?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and simply said. "Undress, I want to f**k" I was taken aback by his request, my mind racing with a myriad of conflicting emotions. Could this be real? Was he really asking me to sleep with him? My heart thudded in my chest, longing and hope warring within me. I couldn't believe what I just heard him say, someone, I've always dreamed of having, someone I thought would never find me attractive. This was a dream come true for me but my mind was playing tricks on me thinking it was the alcohol talking. "What?" I asked. "Undress," he repeated, his voice husky with emotion as he reached out to pull me into his arms and at that moment, I felt a surge of desire and longing that I couldn't ignore. Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us, my body fitting perfectly against his as our lips met in a searing kiss and his hands on my ass. The world melted away, leaving only the two of us in our private moment of passion and need. I was worried and nervous as I looked directly into his eyes for he's the first man to touch me in that manner. *** The next morning, it was as if last night never happened. I felt used and betrayed because I did not know how to stop loving him as I saw him hurry through the glass door and walk into the humid Vegas morning. After last night, I was convinced it wasn't lust but love. I pondered and wished he would love me as poor as I am. As I sorted through the laundry, my hands trembling with suppressed emotions, his call cut through the silence of the room like a sharp knife. My heart leapt in my chest at the sound of his voice, a mixture of longing and trepidation swirling inside me. "Hello Veronica, my mum is flying to Vegas in the next few hours, do well to prepare for her arrival" His voice was steady and commanding, as if last night had never happened, as if our shared moment of passion was nothing but a fleeting dream. I swallowed the lump in my throat, pushing down the emotions that threatened to spill over. "Yes, I will," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. I couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the opportunity for him to see me in a different light. Hours passed in a blur, the mansion a hive of activity as I prepared for Mrs. Darlington's arrival. The tension in the air was palpable, a sense of anticipation mingled with dread as I awaited her return. And then, she arrived. Mrs. Darlington swept into the mansion with an air of regal grace, her presence commanding attention and respect. A woman of principle and hierarchy, soft but fierce, harsh at the same time caring, a no-nonsense woman with a heart of love. She has never taken no for an answer, she believes everyone has a price. Hours later, after the arrival of Mrs Darlington. I saw him pull over in the garage in his Ferrari with a brand-new girl. A girl whose beauty and shape are more attractive than mine, her fashion sense is impeccable, Her elegance alone shows she's from a wealthy home, and her long flowing hair and radiant smile add to her irresistible aura, a girl of about 1.4metres tall model with a round ass and a bubbly breast. As I stood there, frozen in shock and disbelief, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt at the sight of him with another woman. How could he do this to me? I thought we had something special, something real. But now, seeing him with someone else, was like a dagger through my heart. I watched as they walked into the house, hand in hand, his arm wrapped around her waist possessively. His eyes were filled with adoration and lust as he looked at her, a stark contrast to the way he used to look at me. I felt a lump form in my throat and a dull ache in my chest. "Mum, this is Tracy, my girlfriend," he said proudly, a smug smile on his face. My heart sank at the sound of those words. Girlfriend. It was like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of my place in his life now - no longer the one he loved, but just a distant memory. "Wow, she's lovely," his mother gushed, looking at Tracy with admiration. I forced a smile as I brought them a bottle of champagne, trying to hide the hurt and sadness that threatened to consume me. This made me give myself a complete look from the head to the toe. A dark-skinned girl with about 1.4metres tall, with a round and bubbly ass At first, I thought it was all a joke but seeing someone you love and want so bad denying your love is worse than death in some cases. *** As weeks passed by, I found myself feeling more and more unwell. The sickness had taken hold of me, leaving me weak and exhausted so I decided to visit the hospital for a diagnosis. There, I discovered I was pregnant. Reaching home I went to the kitchen to prepare a meal when he walked in, at first I was afraid to break the news to him but I had to show him the test result. After reading the document "What is this Veronica?" He asked angrily with his eyes looking directly into mine. I became scared with my body shivering. He squeezed the paper and spoke to me angrily "Get into the car now, we're going to the hospital, this can't be" I hurried into his luxurious Ferrari and he sped off I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the hospital. My heart raced with anxiety, unsure of what he would do after confirming with his own eyes and ears. He sat next to me, without uttering a word. I stole a glance at him trying to read his expression, his face was stoic giving away nothing of what he might be feeling. I thought and wish things could change between us, I wish he could see through my heart that I truly love him. Lost in his thought with his eyes fixed on a point in the distance. I wanted to reach out, to tell him everything I was feeling but the words caught in my throat. As seconds passed and I was unable to hold the silence any longer, I turned to him and asked "Why?" He wanted to respond when the doctor called us in. We entered the room, and I felt a sense of unease wash over me. The doctor asked me a series of questions, examined me carefully, and then delivered the news. "You're pregnant"