?S?ingle
Mom?
{When love decides
To take over}
©PROMISE DAVIS MAUREEN
(Second meeting)
?Episode 6?
Bryce’s POV:
I walk out of the meeting room, my eyes fixed on my phone typing a reply back to my mom.
“Mr King, your next meeting starts in ten minutes.” My secretary said and I sigh.
“Cancel it.” I told her and made my way back to my office.
Getting to my office, I open my laptop and continue with my leftover works.
After working on two different files, I sigh heavily rubbing my hand on my temple.
I closed my laptop and grab my wallets.
Walking out of the office, I dial the number of my driver.
“Daniel, get the car ready.” I said to the phone then hang up.
“Mr King are you off for the day?”Katie my secretary asked.
“Yes, cancel every other appointment.” I said calmly and walk inside my private elevator.
I pressed the first floor and watch as the numbers go down one after the other. I squint my eyes and closed it.
The elevator stopped and I walk out of it, heading for the door. The car was park close so that i can get in without stressing much.
“Mr King.” Daniel opened the door for me but I opened my palm instead.
“Hand over the key.” I said coldly.
He nods and hand over the key to me.
“You can take the day off.” I told him and walk around to unlock the car and get in then drove off.
I just felt like having a lone time to myself.
I drove towards the park and stopped the car there.
I stepped down from the car and removed my sunglasses.
Staring at the children running around the park my eyes wavered from there normal cold self.
I may be a cold in the outside but I’m very much close to young children. They gives me joy.
“Mama, when are we going home?” I heard a voice said behind.
I turned around and my eyes met that of a woman with a young boy. Her eyes widened when she see me, it feelslike though we’ve met before.
I furrowed my eyebrows and try to recollect where we met. Then I did after so many thinking.
Penny.
“Mom?” The young boy called.
Is she married? I inquisitively glanced at her fingers but there was no ring.
“We will be leaving soon baby.” She said and smiled down at the little boy then walked towards me.
“Good day Mr King, I’m Penelope James. You might have forgot but you saved me sometimes last week.” She said, her cheek tinted in a shade of pink.
Is she blushing?
“Uhmmm,” I mumbled and watch as she fidget with her fingers.
Penny’s POV:
On monday after picking up Chris from school, I decided to take him for an ice cream at the park.
I never expect to see him there.
He clearly didn’t recognize me, why would he? He is the third richest man on earth but I’m just Penny.
I mustered some courage and walk towards him.
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He stare at me coldly after introducing myself, his eyes fixed on me. It looks as though he was thinking about something.
“He is your son?” He asked, I was slightly taken aback by his question but I nodded anyway.
“Hum.” He hummed watching me keenly while I squirm because of his uncomfortable gaze.
He wore his sunglasses, shedding his eyes from me.
“Nice meeting you again Mrs James…..”
“It is Miss sir.” I cut him off. I blushed furiously, I fixed my eyes on the ground after causing myself such embarrassment.
Not like I’m interested in him or anything, he just have this intimidating persona.
Yes he is hot and s*xy, rich and cold but, I’m not interested in a man right now.
At least not any man.
“Goodbye.” He said and I nods, he passed me by, his scent rushing through my nose and I found the urge to sniff it in.
“Shall we go now mom?” Chris asked, I cursed under my breath and nods. I momentarily forgot that he us here with me.
“Let’s go.”
We got inside my car and I fixed his seat belt and drove off.
“What would you like to have tonight baby?” I asked him dropping my bag on the table.
“Just cereal mama.” He said and I nods.
“Go inside your room and take your bath, I’ll make you a glass of cereal.” I said and he walk off.
I walk inside the kitchen and wash my hand inside the washing basin and open the cabinet. Bringing out a white glass cup and the golden morn I hit up a warm water and the condense milk then start preparing cereal for both of us.
“He is your son?”
Does he think different of me now? Maybe he see’s me as a wh0re.
Who cares what he thinks though, I might never see him again.
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