Enslaved By The CEO

one week. Clyde and I haven’t noticed each other for a week since that day. We were in the same house, but we were like air to each other. Even fighting, nothing happened to Clyde and me.

As he said, I can’t escape here unless I have a yacht. where can I get it?

I just spent my time going around the whole house and surroundings. I plan to take a bath in the sea today. A week has passed but I still haven’t been able to bathe in the sea here. Instead of complaining, I’ll just let myself be entertained on this island.

I was just wearing shorts and a big t-shirt as I slowly descended into the sea. It’s cold.

The sea is very clear and very clean. I kept reading myself and I just smiled.

I hope this is how my life is. Quiet and peaceful. Away from the mess. if given the chance, I want to live here with my son. But I know that is unlikely to happen.

I comforted myself too much. I paddled in the sea. Swimming and smiling while doing it. I stood up panting when I decided it was time to take a shower.

“You’ve been enjoying yourself here for almost three hours now.” I raised my head when someone spoke in front of me.

Clyde. It smirked as it stood in front of me.

“Did you time it?” I asked sarcastically and stared at him. He thought huh? I guess since I got pregnant, I’ve gotten a little braver.

“Change your clothes. I’ve cooked lunch for us. You need to eat, especially that you’re… pregnant.” He looked away from me when he said the last word.

I frowned, but ignored him. I wiped myself with the towel I brought and walked into the house first.

I went straight to my room. I shopped for clothes. Clyde really prepared and planned it because almost everything I needed was here. That includes the vitamins for my pregnancy. It’s good that even though she didn’t adopt my child, she still hasn’t forgotten that I’m still pregnant and I need vitamins and milk.

After I put on the duster I went downstairs. I went to the dining area to see what Clyde was cooking.

I found him sitting but still not eating. “Let’s eat.” He said but didn’t look at me. He started eating so I just sat down and served myself. We were both silent while eating. Only the sound of our spoons and forks made a sound. but suddenly it spilled out.

“I …” I turned to Clyde.

“I …” He sneezed and sat up.

“I called a doctor to check up on you.” This kept saying, which is why I stopped eating.

Why? I did not tell him to call a doctor for a check-up. yes i know i have to check up every month but i don’t expect him to call the doctor to see me. But a sudden idea entered my brain.

Not so ….. he called a doctor to see and find out if he is the father or not? I don’t know how to do that but he’s rich! He has a lot of money and he can do it! That’s possible for him!

Suddenly my head heated at the thought.

“If you call the doctor to find out if you really are the father or not, don’t bother anymore. tell that doctor to just come back. “I told him to frown.

“What are you saying?” It still acts confused.

“I know your plan, Clyde. Call the doctor to see me and to find out if you’re the father or not ! I don’t know how to do that, but you are rich. I know you can do everything just to know the truth if you are the father. You don’t have to do that, you yourself said that you are not her father, right?” Suddenly he looked at me. his face darkened.

“What the f-ck are you saying, Nathania?! I called a doctor so that-” I cut him off.

“No need to lie, Clyde. I know you’re just being rational.” I stood up and without hesitation went up to my own room. I locked it and lay on the bed in tears.

I accept it if he doesn’t want to accept my son! Even though what he said that he is not the father was painful for me, I still accepted it! Because I expected that! I hope that he will not accept that he will have a child with me! But why does he seem to want to be sure?! if he doesn’t like my son, I won’t force him!

Tears kept flowing into my eyes. I just realized that I had fallen asleep in tears.

I woke up to hear a series of cracks of what. I got up to find out what was going on. I walked to the living room confused. But I was shocked to find Clyde throwing empty wine bottles.

“Clyde!!” I shouted causing him to turn to me.

Based on his appearance, he is already drunk.

“Oh, N-Nathania…” he grinned and was about to walk but immediately fell down.

I immediately went to him to support him.

“What is happening to you? Why are you drunk?” I asked and was about to support him but he just waved my hand away.

“D-Don’t touch me!” It screamed.

“Clyde-”

“I’m trying! i’m trying to change, but why c-can’t you see that?!” He looked at me.

“I know it’s hard, but I’m trying! I-I’m trying to change m-myself!” He took a bottle and threw it.

“C-Clyde, what the hell, that’s right-”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I know it, Nathania! I-I know that…” he took another bottle of wine that was full and that’s it.

“I k-know that I’m the f-father….” I stopped and my ears perked up.

“I know it, Nathania!” He stood up even though he fell and grabbed my arm.

“But I’m still mad at you!! You k-know why? b-Because … because you can’t- “It’s okay to fall but I was immediately stopped.

“T-That’s right Clyde-”

“I know you like that bastard! I know that you like that Zach! You’re praising him! You’re protecting him! You’re so thankful with him! And … and you’re happy with him !! First, Spencer is now Zach?!”

“Y-You’re… you’re a slut, Nathania.” He was drunk and I knew he shouldn’t have been hit, but I couldn’t accept the last thing he said.

“I’m not a slut, Clyde-”

“Yes, you are! You’re a slut! you’re a whore- “I couldn’t stop myself and slapped her. My tears flowed as she was stunned by what I did. Her face tilted and when she turned to me again the anger was already burning on her face.

“H-I’m not like that, Clyde ! don’t accuse me because I will never be like that! “I shouted.

“For me, you’re a slut. You always love the attention of boys! Fortunately, I got ahead of them.” It grinned.

“I preceded them to taste you.”

To be continued…