~Maya’s POV~
Zion and I have been back in J-City for a week now. The place was beginning to grate on my nerves. I pulled out my phone and texted Mishka, asking her where she was and when we might meet up. She informed me that she would not be working today, so we made plans to get together. I reached for my car key but stopped when I noticed what an expensive car key I was holding in my hand. I avoid being the center of attention whenever possible, so I started looking for the keys to my old car, but I couldn’t find them. I got the phone out of my pocket and dialed Zion’s number. He picked up the phone when it rang.
Zion: Missing me already?
Maya: I miss you, of course.
Zion: You need ice cream? I sighed.
Maya: Babe, where is the key to my old car? I can’t find it.
Zion: Right, you didn’t miss me. This pertains to your previous car. I ditched it in the trash.
Maya: Zion, I’m afraid I can’t drive this car outside.
Zion: Huh? Are you ashamed of me, Maya?
Maya: Babe, don’t put words in my mouth; that is not what I meant. Please don’t put words in my mouth. I’m just used to my car.
Zion: If you are not ashamed, Lady Archer, you will drive the car I bought for you.
After saying that, he hung up the phone. Why does he feel the need to have such a short fuse? After grabbing the keys to the car, I drove off in the direction of the restaurant. After parking the car, I looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were fixed on me, just as I had expected. I approached Mishka and sat down next to her, and she seemed to be looking at me as if I had sprouted another head. She then proceeded to look at the menu before placing an order for coffee while maintaining her focus on me. After looking over the menu, I decided that orange juice would do. Her eyes became wide.
“Since when did you start choosing juice over coffee?” I didn’t answer her. I had to wait for my drink to come before I could begin telling her everything that had happened. “Maya Jones! Are you going to start talking or what? ”
“I’m pregnant!” I yelled back at her because she had no patience, and she didn’t seem to understand that I needed a drink to calm myself. Her eyes became wide.
Oh Maya, don’t you dare tell me that you are pregnant with that jerk named Nathan! I won’t believe you if you tell me that!
“Mishka, I can assure you that I did not engage in sexual activity with Nathan.” When our order arrived, I gulped down everything in one go and then asked if I might have more. Miska gazed at me.
“I’m guessing they’re twins, huh?”
“Don’t you dare start to sound like my husband, please? I don’t need another Zion to lecture me. Okay, so on Nathan’s birthday I walked in on him having some sort of a threesome with my sister, Teresa, and of course, himself. After that, I went out to a club where I eventually wound up meeting my husband. We got married overnight. Then, at that hotel function, you invited me with some big shots. I found out that my husband was the big shot. I am married to Lord Archer. ”
“Wait! What?”
“I know right, I am Lady Archer.”
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“I wanted to tell you, but everything happened so fast and we went to M-City. I didn’t want my friend to find out about my status over the phone. ”
“And Teresa? Are you still talking?”
“Since that day, I haven’t had the opportunity to cross paths with her.” She flashed a happy smile. I could tell that she was relieved that Nathan and I were not married. As we sat there together, she filled me in on what she had been up to during the time that I had been absent and the activities that she had been involved in. Due to the fact that I was experiencing extreme hunger, we placed our lunch order. Eating for two isn’t easy. When the door to the restaurant swung open, Mishka and I had just finished our meals and were on our way out of the premises. Revealing my biggest regret, along with my best friend, I mean my ex-friend Teresa. Their gazes fell on me. I pulled open the entrance of the diner and walked past them as I went outside. But then an idiot by the name of Nathan had to intervene and stop me. He exerted a considerable amount of pressure on my hands. I jerked his hand away from mine and retreated a few steps away from him. When I was ready to get into my car, his eyes widened in surprise.
“What! Are you concerned that she might have moved on to someone else?” Nathan was the recipient of Mishka’s angry yelling. I have absolutely no sympathy or compassion for this man. Even though everything was predetermined, I was willing to give loving him a shot despite the fact that I never loved him in the first place. I won’t sugarcoat it; his betrayal left a deep wound in me. And I believe the primary reason for this is that I was aware that the next person they would sell me to was Mr. Hendricks. Sincerity compels me to admit that I just do not have time for all of this. I need to go home and sleep, not be seen here chatting with someone like Nathan.
“Who bought this car for you?”
Lord, give me patience. At this very moment, I feel like I’m going to explode, and this dude is simply putting my patience to the test. I take a deep breath in and let it out, over and over again. Right, that’s better. What did he ask me again? Right, who bought the car?
“Oh, your father bought the car. I reasoned that since the son was a waste of space, I might as well have some fun with the elderly man.”
“Maya, Jones! Watch it! My father will never sleep with a girl old enough to be his daughter! ”
“Well, then ask him. Stepson! I will soon become your mother.” I remarked this while directing Mishka to enter the car. Why should I bother wasting my time with an ineffectual man-whore such as Nathan? When I thought about calling him my stepson, I couldn’t help but giggle. Well, at least it pissed him off. I’m also pleased I didn’t get to talk to Teresa.