Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
“I want you,” said Zacharias, his voice husky. Shirley felt her willpower crumbling. She could never resist the charm of a man like Zacharias.
Before she could give her consent, he released her. Then, he regarded the stunned expression on her face as he smiled. “Sleep tight.” Shirley turned a shade of magenta. He’s such a player. He drags me into this whole whirlpool and pushes me away at the last moment. Then, all he says is ‘sleep tight’?
“Zacharias, you’re a jerk,” cursed Shirley. Zacharias was stunned for a few moments before he chuckled in amusement. “Someone seems disappointed.”
Shirley got up, pushed him away, and went back to her room barefoot. Zacharias sighed wearily. He knew he was a jerk. He flirted with her, but he couldn’t finish the job. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to. He couldn’t, nor did he have the courage to. The more he loved her, the more he couldn’t bring himself to touch her. He didn’t want to hurt her. Yet, he couldn’t deny that she was deadly attractive to him. The most he could do to at least alleviate his desire was to flirt with her. Otherwise, he’d go mad with want one day.
Shirley felt refreshed after her bath. She lay on her bed, her mind occupied by Zacharias. His elegance, his regality, his confidence when he spoke, his imperturbable gestures… Everything about him was attractive to her. In the end, Shirley realized she was just a superficial woman who loved Zacharias for his looks and smoking hot body.
Someone else was not feeling well that night, either. Imogen. She went back to her room, simmering and stewing from the scenes she saw earlier. Everything Shirley was enjoying was in stark contrast to her life. Zacharias loved Shirley more than everything. He held her in his arms oh-so-gently, caring not for the opinion of the world. He only had eyes for Shirley.
She already has a good family and powerful supporters. Why does God give her a perfect man on top of that? Can’t she at least have one flaw? Did God even close a window for her? Why can’t I have some of her good luck? God is so stingy.
A message popped up on Imogen’s screen. She picked up her laptop and checked the text. It was from her mafia friend. They asked, ‘Nora, we’re out of jobs here. You got anything for us? If it’s a nice one, we can split the loot with you fifty-fifty.
Imogen stared at the message, somewhat caught off guard. Then, she had the perfect idea. She sneered as she texted, ‘I have just the thing for you. But I wonder if you have the gut to take it.!
‘There’s nothing we won’t do.’
Imogen quickly sent them Shirley’s photo. She texted, ‘This girl’s worth a billion. Kidnap her, and you can ask for that much. Just give me ten percent of the earnings. I’m fine with it, she added, ‘and it’s a billion. Remember that.
‘Whoa. Who’s this girl? What’s so special about her?
‘She’s more important than you can imagine And she comes from a powerful family back where I came from. Also, she’s not a regular girl. She can fight. Do you still want to take this job?
‘We have mercenaries. Don’t worry about it.
Imogen texted, ‘Sure. Get ready for the job. I’ll text you when it’s time.’ Imogen deleted the chat history and closed her laptop. Ah, I see now. I know what’s the window God closed for her. She has no idea she has a snake for a friend. She’s been too sheltered and has no idea how evil this world can be. One simple act is enough to gain her friendship.
“I wonder if Zacharias will still like you if you’re… sullied.” Imogen smiled maliciously. She knew the nightmares waiting for Shirley if she fell into the hands of these people. I can’t believe Zacharias ignored me. Am I that negligible in your eyes? Fine. I’ll send the love of your life into hell, then. I’ll watch the whole thing. Up to its grisly end.
Soon, dawn came bearing down on its citizens. Shirley had a good night’s sleep after all the drinking. Zacharias had a meeting that day but didn’t request for Shirley to accompany him there. The meeting would go on for a long time. So, he knew she might become bored if she went.
Imogen caught wind of that. So, she started coming up with a plan, and she asked Roy, “Captain Barlowe, may I stay back with Shirley?”
Roy refused it at first. Then, he had an audience with Zacharias and told him about Imogen’s request. Zacharias knew Imogen was Shirley’s friend, so he promptly agreed to it, “She can stay with Shirley.”
Zacharias’ motorcade left. The landline for Shirley’s room rang. It was a call from Imogen. “Yes?”
“Shirley? It’s me. I stayed back, too. Mr. Flintstone wanted me to go shopping with you.”
Shirley was going to buy some presents for her parents and grandmother. Flor was known for its craftwork. It wasn’t every day she could go overseas. Hence, she wanted to bring back some souvenirs for her family. “Sure, we’ll go around.” Shirley didn’t suspect her friend was up to something.
Imogen heaved a sigh of relief. This is divine providence. She picked up her other phone and called her mafia friend. Then, she told them about the job in a foreign language, cautious that someone would overhear their conversation.
“Got it, Nora. We’ll do as you say.”
“Don’t hold back, you guys. And don’t show me any mercy. You have to make her believe we’re both the victims here.”
“Got it.”
Imogen dressed herself up and told Shirley to meet up with her in the lobby. Shirley came down a while later. Imogen happily held her arm as she remarked lightly, “You’re getting prettier every day, Shirley. Mr. Flintstone showered you with love, I presume?”
Shirley knew that Imogen had seen everything the night before, and she smiled awkwardly. “My feet were sore, so…”
“I know. Everyone knows how much Mr. Flintstone likes you. I’m really happy for you. Sorry about what I said. I only adore Mr. Flintstone. I don’t have any romantic feelings for him,” said Imogen. She wanted Shirley to know she was a smart woman who knew her place.
Shirley smiled at her. “You’ll find someone who loves you too.”
“I hope so. Let’s go. I checked the place. There is a shopping district around her. We’re going to have so much fun,” said Imogen.
Shirley and Imogen hailed a ride to the shopping district. It didn’t take them long to arrive there. There were a lot of shops selling handmade items, and no two shops were alike. Shirley immediately picked one establishment and chose her presents.
Imogen was waiting for her at the coffee shop outside. She wasn’t buying anything. Instead, she was busy talking to her co-conspirators.
An off-road vehicle came to a stop before her a while later. The window rolled down, and the guy who was supposed to be her partner was in there. They said a quiet hello and went on with the plan.
Now, they needed Imogen to take Shirley to their coffee shop. Once there, Shirley would be well within their trap.
Just then, Shirley returned with two items. Imogen complained, “Their coffee sucks. Let’s find another shop.”
Shirley nodded. So, Imogen held her arm and made their way to the coffee shop she and her fellow kidnappers designated. “That one looks nice, Shirley. She pointed at that coffee shop.
“Not a lot of customers, though.” Shirley frowned.
“Hey, sometimes shops like that are my cup of tea.” Imogen pulled her to the coffee shop.
Imogen entered the coffee shop only to see that the staff members were all overly muscular men. When the ladies were inside, the doors closed behind them with a clatter, and two waiters stood sentry.
Shirley knew something was off right then. So, she hastily gripped Imogen’s hand tightly in warning. “This isn’t a coffee shop. Let’s go.”
Imogen cursed, “I can’t believe I brought you to a place like this.”
Shirley looked at the men at the doors. “Step aside. One of the men leered at them before suggesting lewdly, “Oh, you two are pretty. We love ladies of your race. Why don’t we have a cup of coffee?”
“I said, step aside,” said Shirley darkly. I guess I have to fight our way out. Another man snapped up a steel bat and swung it on Imogen’s head. Imogen blacked out and fell to the ground.
“Imogen!” Shirley looked at her fallen friend. She clenched her fists, staring at the men around her.
This was part of Imogen’s plan. She wanted these men to take her out first. Shirley wouldn’t dream of leaving her behind. That way, they would have a chance to capture her. She knew Shirley all too well. That woman was not someone who would leave a friend behind. Instead, she’d do her best to escape together with Imogen.
Imogen was right on the money. Shirley was not someone who would escape alone. She wouldn’t leave her unconscious friends with these b*stards. When one of the guys tried to get close, Shirley swiftly took a chair and hurled it right at him.
Caught by surprise, the man flew back through the air. It also told his companions that Shirley was a fighter. Soon enough, four of them ganged up on her. These were no ordinary men, they were veteran mercenaries who’d gone through bloody battles themselves. Shirley might be a fighter, but she had no chance against these people.
Nearly fifteen minutes had gone by since Shirley fought these four. It was hard for her to do battle in a cramped space like this coffee shop. Due to her brief inattention, someone took the opportunity to slam a chair into her back. Shirley immediately went down on her knees. Just then, she saw someone taking Imogen on his shoulders and walking to a room.
“Let her go!” Shirley roared, darting after that man. Alas, someone immediately blocked her path. Although the four men were hurt, Shirley was their quarry this time. They had to have her.