CEO VS. CEO

Chapter 1

Memory

Noura

I wake up again to run to the bathroom to throw up. Yes I'm pregnant, by a bastard, a heartless one. I live in a hostel today, three months pregnant.

I loved this man more than myself, I idolized him so much that I was very happy that he finally paid attention to me.

I forgot to introduce myself, my name is

Noura Evans William (William which is my mother's name and Evans the name my father gave to my mother.) My mother a single mother, an African-American who dated a Londoner for four years, until the day where he abruptly disappears, leaving her pregnant and refusing to acknowledgethe pregnancy is when she learns that he is married. My mother raised me alone, she put me in the best establishments until she fell ill with terminal cancer, I stopped studying to find work and cope with the exorbitant costs of hospital costs. Since she worked for a rich family, I went to see them to take over her position as a servant, something they were quick to accept. I started working there at 19, they gave me a loan to help me with hospital costs, which they took from my salary every end of the month.

Three months after starting to work, their son who was 25 years old, started looking at me with different eyes, I was happy that such a man finally noticed me, because since the first day I had fallen under his charm.

Every evening he came into my room before going to bed (I was living there to save rent since we had sold the small house where my mother and I were staying to pay off the debts generated by hospital costs. my mother was hospitalized for further follow-up)

When He came to my room, we talked a little before he went to bed.

A month after his first visit to my room, we shared our first kiss, it was so sweet, I was in heaven. Five months later he made me his own, he was gentle, attentive. In his arms I forgot my mother's illness. I forgot my problems. He never protected himself with I took pills.

After a year the idyll, the dream turned into a nightmare, his parents knew that I was sleeping with their son. They were outraged, how a colored girl could go out with their son, the apple of their eye, their jewel, he was destined to do great things, he was not going to bother with a diamond digger, according to them.

They kicked me out the same day my mother died and their son did nothing to defend me, protect me. On the contrary he told me that I was a good distraction, and that the party was over. As I was in the taxi to go see her my phone rang for the year she died. When I arrived at the hospital, I completed the administrative formalities and collected my mother's body to bury her the same day.

I had just lost my mother, my lover and my job on the same day.

I was devastated, lost.

the best of my mother helped me,

bury her, there were only two of us at the funeral because my mother was an orphan.

After the funeral, my mother's friend wanted me to stay at her house, but I refused with her alcoholic husband who sometimes looks at me with perverted eyes.

I prefer to fend for myself, I thanked her for her help, and she pointed me to this hostel, run by a woman with a heart of gold. I've been here for two months and it's been a month since I knew about it. of my pregnancy, I wonder what will happen to me? .

What father

Noura

I found out about my pregnancy a month ago, I had just passed out while cleaning the rooms, because Angeline had agreed to put me up for free and feed me, in return I had to help her with the maintenance of his inn, something which I hastened to accept. When I woke up I was in the hospital, the doctor had taken a sample of my blood to do some analysis, I was told of the happy or unfortunate event. Since that day Angeline, who had affection for me, loved me more like her own daughter. She made me change my room to a larger room for the smooth running of my pregnancy.

After taking my shower I go help Angeline make breakfast for her tenants.

- Hello my Tinker Bell?

- Hello my darling, what about morning sickness?

- As usual, it tires me.

- It's normal, given your condition. But in a few months you will feel better.

- I hope so, it's starting to piss me off.

- No, you're not going to shit, you're just going to throw up.

- Hahaha very funny.

- Now at the table.

Breakfast is placed on the dining table so everyone can help themselves.

I help myself to a large slice of cake, pastries and a large glass of milk.

- I am happy to see you eating with appetite.

- You won't say that in a few months when I'm going to empty your cupboards.

- I will be happy to fill them, you know you are the daughter I never had, so if my grandson wants to empty my closet, I have no problem with that.

After the meal, I clean up, and go to tidy up in the kitchen, when the doorbell pulls me out of my concentration, I go to see if it's a new client because we have no more rooms available.

- Hello miss, I would like to speak to miss Noura William please.

- What do you want from him?

- It's a delicate subject if we could have a quiet place to talk that would be ideal.

- Didn't I tell you it was me?

- I know, it's to explain to you the reason for my coming.

- Very well, follow me.

- Thanks very much.

I take him to Angeline's office

- Angeline, this gentleman is looking for, a certain Noura, I sent him to your office so that he can explain to you why he was looking for her, and you know her.

- Very good, enough you sir, explain to me why you are looking for this woman.

- Miss William's father is looking for her, he is ill, and has never been able to have children with his wife.

He would like to know his child while he is alive, ask him for forgiveness and bequeath him all his fortune, which is colossal.

Angeline speak up to stop me from denying that I am this woman.

- I present to you Miss William

- It's true what she says, but I don't have a father.