HER BABY’S DADDY

JAX

Time flew by in a blur as I sculled down my sorrows with each glass of alcohol.

Today’s events still remained fresh in my head. I could still vividly recollect the insults and vain words hurled at me by Stravis Walter.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Right now, I wish I could just get rich with the snap of my fingers.

Nothing mattered to me more right now than to make excessive wealth.

I want to be ten times richer than the Walters. I want to be so wealthy that even the rich and powerful would tremble and cower at the mention of my name.

Just my voice should be enough to make them stutter and pee on themselves.

I want nothing more than to teach rude, proud and obnoxious people like the Walters a big lesson of their lives.

Time and time again, I imagined the shock and embarrassment that would be glued on to Stravis’ face the day I storm back into the house as Jax Storms, the billionaire.

She would be tongue tied, robbed of her speech and totally humiliated.

I would rub my wealth on her face the same way she flaunted hers on mine.

I would go further to toss thousands of dollar notes at her repulsive self and order her to pick it up.

And as for Janis, I would throw her the exact same amount she threw on me that fateful night.

That fateful night she paid me to sleep with her like I was some sort of commodity, she knew I couldn’t resist such an offer.

I was an Uber driver and I made just peanuts. It was an offer I couldn’t resist and she knew it so well.

Janis was aflamed with lust and she managed to seduce me too.

Worse still after finding out she was pregnant, she kept it a secret from the entire world.

She really didn’t want me to get to know my baby. I knew fully well that Janis never wanted the world to know who the real father of her baby was as a result of my financial status.

My finances and inability to provide excessively was what was keeping me away from my baby. This hurt me so much.

My heart shattered whenever I thought of it.

This realisation hit me like a comet and it dawned on me how the Walters preferred financial status to family bond and ties.

What was more important? Reuniting a father to his child or making the child grow without a father just because the father is poor?

It felt like my past was coming to play again.

I grew up without a father but my child won’t. My mother was able to endure having to train me by herself but I can’t endure staying away from my child all because I am not of the same class with the Walters.

I’ll get my child no matter what it takes.

Janis, Stravis and not even the heavens could keep me away from my baby.

All this heightened my desire to get rich. I needed to show those people a lesson they would never forget.

Now the question was how? How would I make money? Not just any sort of money, I wanted to be fucking wealthy!

How would I do that?

Suddenly, I remembered an event that took place days ago.

I crossed paths with a strange man who claimed he knew who my father was.

He said my father was a very wealthy man. If it was truly the truth, then me being his son, I stand a chance of gaining out of his wealth.

A smile shone on my face.

“Micheal” I called out to my friend who was dancing with a woman in the bar.

He quickly pivoted and walked towards me. “You stopped me when I was about reaching the good part. It better be serious” he told me as he sat by my side.

“Oh trust me it is” I grinned.

“Micheal I have something to discuss with you and I need your advise as my friend” I began in a serious tone.

Micheal nodded for me to go on with my plans.

Placing my hands on the table in front of us, I spoke once more.

“Days ago, a strange man approached me here in this bar. He said he was a private investigator and he claimed to know my father and he also said my father was alive.”

“Really?” Micheal asked stunned and bewildered by my revelation.

“That’s not even the best part” I chuckled.

Micheal listened attentively as I continued.

“He told me my father is a very wealthy man Micheal. Very fucking wealthy”

Micheal gasped, a hand over his parted lips. “What the fuck?! What are you still waiting for!?” Micheal exclaimed.

My brows pulled up. “I don’t understand you. What do you mean?”

Micheal sighed at me. “I mean you knew all these while that you have a goddamn rich father out there and you chose to remain silent and do nothing? I mean for the private investigator to come searching for you that probably means your father is trying to find you. Your father wants to meet you and you have been sitting here doing nothing about it!”

He was hundred percent right. That private investigator came looking for me because somebody paid him to do so. He didn’t just wake up out of the blue and sort to find me himself.

Somebody wanted to find me and that person paid him to do it and all my thoughts pointed at my father.

I badly needed to meet that man.

I had a rich father somwhere. I needed to meet him.

“And now I want to meet him. I would have met him before but my mother stopped me. You know she doesn’t like my father and she didn’t want any thing to do with him. But now I’ve made up my mind that I really need to find him” I explained to a stuperfied Micheal.

“Ofcouse you have to” he urged me.

“I mean when you find him, you can get a share out of his riches and wealth. Even though your mum might be angry with you for doing so but look at the good side of it. When you become rich you will take good care of your mum bro”

Why the hell didn’t this come to my mind a long time ago!?

I was so overwhelmed by the anger I held for my dad that I didn’t realise the good things that waited for I and my mother if I did manage to locate him.

“Bro you will be able to quit this fucking job in the bar and probably be a rich CEO or something. You would have enough finances to take your mum out and treat her to all the good things of life. You could take your mum on vacations, spars, buy her new clothes, exotic food… name it all Jax” Micheal advised me.

As he spoke, I imagined all he said happening. It flashed through my eyes and I couldn’t help the broad smile that spread across my face.

I didn’t know why I didn’t think of these facts when my mother persuaded me from not searching any further for my father.

These reasons were enough to get my rich father back in our lives. If not for any thing then atleast for the sake of my poor mother.

She had suffered greatly for me and I needed to pay her back and treat her to the good things of life.

She wasn’t getting any younger. That woman was my world and she deserved to be happy too. She deserved a share of my father’s wealth. It was her right and also my birthright.

“Bro with enough wealth you would definitely be able to give yourself a makeover. You won’t be wearing these sort of clothes any more or using run down vehicles. You would be putting on designers wears and probably using the latest Gucci, Versace, ferrari, Lamborghini…. fuck the list is endless” Micheal squealed to himself.

He shook me vigorously which snapped me out of my daydreaming.

“Won’t that be so amazing!?”

I laughed. “Of course. I can even imagine it all happening Micheal”

“And do you know the best part in all these?” Micheal whispered to me.

“Tell me” I had a glint in my eyes as I stared at him intently.

“With enough wealth, you would be able to get any woman of your choice! Money attracts them you know. They will follow you like a bee following honey. People will bow at your feet and stutter at your words.

The women will form a flank around you and they will drool at your commands and orders”

A lopsided grin formed on my face. I wasn’t interested in gathering females to myself. I already had a good number of females who always admired me and honestly it was sickening at times.

“Micheal you know I’m not interested in women around me” I shook my head at him.

“I do. I know that bro but just imagine what money would do to the people around you when you throw it at their faces. They will lick your feet. You will be able to get any girl of your fucking choice including Janis Walter herself!” Micheal exclaimed.

At the mention of her name, a scowl drew on my face and my fist clenched subconsciously.

Getting back Janis was the last thing on my mind. It was the last thing I would ever do.

I admitted at the beginning when I heard that she had given birth to my child, I was happy obviously and I wanted to go meet her.

I wanted us to raise a family together.

I can’t believe I imagined having a family with a woman like that.

A woman from a family that degraded people of less financial status. A vain and obnoxious family.

I actaully wanted to settle down with that sort of woman but not any more.

I wasn’t interested in getting back Janis. Infact my desire for her had vanished into oblivion.

“I am not interested in Janis Walter” I snapped back at Micheal.

“Really?” He asked taken aback.

“Man I’m interested in getting her. Imagine if she fell for you, damn! With money, you could get women of her class to drool at your feet” he added.

I was interested in making money and not in Janis, nor her goddamn wealth. That woman and her family had showed me just how pompous they were.

I can’t have such a woman in my life

Now all that mattered to me was my child. I wanted to take back my child from Janis and this time not even the heavens would be able to stop me.

I will definitely find my father and inherit a share of his wealth. Then I would be able to get back my child and get my revenge on the Walters.