Chapter Two:She has not dated him

"O'Lord! Leave me!"

She waved her head, bitter for what she would have loved, done to her; collapsing in his arms and being carried.

She hated him. She hated Ruud. She hated being born with the character she had.

Alfred freed her legs. He felt she needed assistance. His right arm still trapped her waist in its crook.

She was breathing harder and harder and it was dangerous. As dangerous as exposing the weak defense to an enemy.

Helena does not succumb, maybe because the men who play with her are ignorant of the key to making her succumb

She resumed the climbing. Alfred by her side, trudging.

The house was built with security in mind with a winding staircase terminating at a passage. Each side of the passage led to another winding staircase.

"Waw! You built this?" she gasped out.

"I bought it"

"Can't... can't be in this kind of house alone."

"Why alone?" Alfred turned her face to his. They were at a door. She kicked her face away from his.

She was stampeded into a bedroom. She did not protest. She searched and searched, her eyes going around to spot any evidence of an ex.

There was none, her fear multiplied.

"If she is single, Helena is not an Angel. Even some Angels sinned. Am ready for anything tonight...So cute, rich, and caring! If the relationship goes beyond dating, I place my choice of a man on the table. Godfearing.

"If you are not God-fearing, with your cuteness, richness, kindness, Alfred, you are not for me," she said what she will say in advance

"I seek your permission to propose," said Alfred at the dining table.

His eyes had stormed her heart. Nothing lures her. He has to follow her humbly. Alfred deleted his initial thought of having a fling with her anytime he wanted. Now, it is by mutual understanding. Mutual understanding to have sex with Helena? Story. Story.

"I have a boyfriend."

"Has he paid on your head? " Alfred asked

"No."

"Where is him?"

"Not in town"

"Some girls worry, in a situation like this." Alfred reminded her and she agreed.

"Of course, they have to, but I have many things to think about not that," she said.

"Many. Things. Angel! What is it?" Alfred said.

She inhaled, and exhaled. Both of them heard the whiff.

Alfred told her "Go on, say it. I am here for you."

"To tell a stranger that my mom is bedridden? No. That means he has seen me through." she said.

Her accuser asked her: If you people are dating, would you say he has seen you through?

She shook her head: No no... I can't date him.

Her accuser: But what's wrong with dating him? Ruud? What has he done?

"My mom is sick?" she broke out at last.

"Do you have another mom?" Alfred asked her.

She shook her head and said no at the same time, her jaw in her palm.

"What do you value than her?"

She said "Nothing, still, with her jaw in her palm.

Billionaire Alfred looked at the watch on his wrist and asked," Can we go now and see her."

She said," Yes" because it was late, she had never been to work and stayed late to this extent and he too, might do something to help.

It was like killing two birds with one stone.

She was lost when Damien saw her come down with him.

She has never come home with a man before except Ruud, and not in the night from the office.

Damien's mouth was ajar and his eyes cold.

She felt very shy. What could be in his mind? Humiliated? Or Her sister is now pulling with men of timber and caliber?, coming home with a half-caste who drives Rolls Royce!

Last semester, it was Franca who lent her money to pay his school fees and as a good friend, she refused to collect the money back.

So, as a younger sibling, she expected him to be either excited about what he was seeing or go get married to control his daughter.

She boned her face.

"My sibling. Damien," she told Alfred as they came in.

'"Damien. " Alfred gave him a hand and he clamped his palm over and underneath his.

Helena led Alfred to where her mom was.

He stood, looking at the woman.

" A hospital in mind?" he asked."

"Yes," Helena answered laconically.

Without minding whatever, Alfred jerked the woman up, horizontally, he carried her in his arms, Helena and Damien walked briskly behind opened the Rolls' doors, and helped him place their Mom in the car.

Four nurses ran out. One, pushing the stretcher as they came to the hospital.

Dr. Laila's brow creased, seeing the shimmering credit card Alfred pulled out.

She has heard of billionaire's cards.

After Alfred had paid, she cast a look at Helen.

"That's your mom, huh?" she asked her.

"Yes. Dr." agreed Helena.

It was two minutes to midnight. The trio were in the hospital passage.

Helena will go to work. But will she tell him what? Bye, sir?

Damien has to stay back in the hospital, not just tonight, till she is discharged but what will he tell him? This golden-hearted man as Mrs Peters just said.

This is where she hated the law. God made law to be above love and the society too, followed suit that one can't reciprocate love.

How an ungrateful way to discharge him!

Her heart processed a million thoughts in one over sixty minutes because, neither Damien nor Alfred felt her silence.

Alfred only saw she was glum and thought maybe the mom's situation had given her a heck of worry and decided to suspend what he called her for.

"Damien. You have to stay with Mom. Tomorrow, " said Helena, before going to work I will come. Let me see him off." she said

"Oh!" Alfred said," He has to stay?" He gave Damien a thumbs up.

Two of them leaned with their backs on the Rolls Royce.

Helena, arms crossed over her bosom, head, one side, fell.

The rain cloud began to roll fast like a mat over the smiling face of the moon and the Rolls Royce rolled away.

Where she lay on one side on the wide bed, she was like a corpse, cursing men in her heart. Deceitful people. They can lie about their wives and their secret babies. Otherwise, if this one here with me tells me the truth and it happens he has no wife, and we say "I do" what else on earth will I complain to God?

If he could rape her or force her and have sex with her, fine." she said, holding her breath. " But...but.I can't start it." She waved her head strongly.

Alfred was lying so close to her in reality and her body was dancing.

The last thing she would do was to look with the corner of her eyes at how close they were but she was hearing his breathing and perceiving the perfume of his cream.

When they say one is wetted by mere feelings, it happens.

She got up with a sad countenance and into the loo, returned and laid back as before.

"I felt your absence," said Alfred as he stretched his hand over hers and found her fingers and meshed them with his.

"Two days have passed, can't we ask where this relationship is heading, Angel?"

She opened her mouth. Any girl's expectation! He is the one wanting to discuss it?

He was turning her by the hand and her whole body turned too.

She found herself in a missionary position, facing up, his hand holding her hand. The hands of a young man and a young girl! The girl, wearing his Barca polo and his three quarter.

Who will believe nothing happened?

If they like, they can believe it or leave it. Helena, this night, this cold night, nothing will happen!

Then, why can't we do something since nobody will believe it?

She queried herself but made sure she was in control of her breathing.

Breathing rapidly has been a sign that she is losing control. At that point, do her anything a man could do. She will not tell, even the police.

She prayed he remained gentle, otherwise, she would succumb to anything.

He turned her face. She longed for his kiss and was afraid to the marrow.

.She prefers to wet a hundred times, and wash it off a hundred times than to do something untoward and blame her conscience.

Thank God, he just smiled into her face only.

"May I ask you something?" said Helena, as he controlled her breathing.

"Go on "Alfred permitted.

Whoa! What is it she gonna ask?

What does the future hold for this great love in the womb?