A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

•ADRIAN•

After I found out that Brianna was pregnant two months ago, I told her to move in with me so that I could monitor her and my baby. She was hesitant at first, giving excuses that she needed to be with her mom and sister, but they told her that she was free to stay with me.

She even tried to divert me from making her move in with me by telling me that she needed to work but I reminded her that I was her boss and she wouldn’t have to be working. She finally gave in after much deliberation and I was the most joyous man on earth the day she finally agreed.

Right now, we were on my bed; her head was on my lap while I tried to braid her hair which I was terrible at, but I still kept going.

“Babe?” She suddenly spoke up after minutes of silence.

“Yes? What’s up?” I asked her.

“I’m starving.” She mumbled and I look at her in surprise.

“Starving? But you just ate a full plate of Mac and cheese, alongside some fruits and a whole bottle of apple juice about an hour ago.” I responded.

That was a wrong move from my side. I should have kept quiet and listened to her but I just had to open my big mouth.

“I know, but I’m hungry now!” She cried out. “Besides, it’s the baby that wants the food and not me.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I was about to talk but she cut me off before I could.

“And need I remind you that you put the baby inside of me? You just had to forget to use a condom, and you couldn’t pull out.” She uttered hysterically.

“Well technically, the egg that turned into the baby was already inside you but I just helped in fertilizing… yeah, I should shut up now.” I said, stopping my sentence halfway because of the deadly glare she was directing at me.

“Don’t try to teach me Biology, I went to school too, even though I didn’t get to complete it.” She hissed and I smiled as I tried to hug her to calm her down but she resisted.

“I’m very sorry, Babe. I shouldn’t have questioned why you wanted to eat. You’re a strong woman and a Queen for carrying a whole human being inside of you. Forgive me, huh?” I uttered, apologizing to her with a pout on my face and her expression softened.

“You’re forgiven.” She said with a smile and I grinned.

“Thanks for forgiving me, Your Majesty.” I spoke up with a mock bow and she laughed.

“Cut it out.” She said in-between laughter and I chuckled.

“Now, tell me what you will like to eat. I will tell the maids to prepare it for you.” I stated and she frowned.

“I don’t want the maids to cook for me. You’ll be the one doing the cooking.” She said with authority and I stared at her in surprise.

“Are you serious?” I quizzed.

“Yes, I am.” She replied while bobbing her head and I sighed.

“Anything for you.” I responded coolly even though I was panicking inside. I didn’t know shit about cooking asides from boiling water, scrambling eggs and toasting bread. I prayed she won’t tell me to make some complicated food.

“So, what do you want to eat? Have you decided yet?” I asked her. Ever since she got pregnant, she always had a tough time deciding on what to eat and she usually spent a lot of time thinking of the food, only to end up picking the weirdest combo ever out of the many types of food there are in the world.

“Yes! I’ve got it!” She shouted excitedly and I waited patiently to hear what she had to say.

“The food I’ll like to eat is… Macaroni and cheese with bacon strips.” She uttered and I sighed in relief. Now, that didn’t seem too complicated.

“Is that all?” I quizzed.

“Nope.” She responded, popping the “p” with extra sass. “I want the macaroni to be plain, and the cheese should be melted separately. They would be in different bowls. The bacon strips should be fried with olive oil and it should be very crispy.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“Yeah… I want a smoothie too. You should make that one before you start with the food.” She uttered.

“Alright, any specific fruit combinations you’ll like?” I questioned tiredly, but I tried not to let it show on my face. I felt like a waiter at that point and I wasn’t even being paid for it.

“Apple, banana, hazelnut, ginger, mango, orange…” I cut her off before she could continue.

“I think you’re just mentioning random fruits at this point.” I stated and she glared at me.

“That is what the baby wants!” She snapped and I bobbed my head in agreement.

“Right… Is that all?”

“Yes, that is all. You can go now.” She said, shooting me off like I was a servant but I wasn’t protesting.

I got off from the bed and began walking towards the door. I was about to step out of the room when she spoke up, stopping me from taking any steps further.

“Do you think I’m bothering you?” I heard her ask in a low voice and I turned around instantly, worried that something had happened to her within the seconds that I got up.

I looked at her and saw that she had tears in her eyes and I ran to her side to give her a hug.

“No, why would you think so?” I questioned and she sniveled.

“Well, you look stressed and I’m just realizing that I’m disturbing you with my cravings.” She replied in the same low voice and I cradled her like the big bay that she was.

“To answer your question, you’re not bothering me. I’m just doing what any partner in his right mind would do when his girlfriend is pregnant.” I said to her softly. “And the pregnancy concerns you as much as it concerns me. You’re already doing so much by carrying the baby, the least I can do is try to satisfy you in every way I can.”

“Aww, you’re too kind… and so sweet too.” She said, her voice sounding muffled because her mouth was on my shirt. She was sniffing in my scent as she had been doing for the past few weeks. That was an habit that she developed ever since we started living together.

“Yeah, only for you though. The rest can fuck a tree for all I care.” I responded and she giggled.

As if suddenly remembering something, the sad expression on her face changed to a stern one.

“What are you still doing here? Go and start preparing my food.” She whined and I scrambled off the bed immediately, not wanting to get her angry.

“You have seven minutes to make that smoothie, I’ll be waiting!” She shouted from the bedroom and I quickened my steps to kitchen because if I spent more than seven minutes in preparing the smoothie, I would wake up the monster in her.

As I walked to the kitchen, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was getting karma for all I did to Brianna when she was working as my personal assistant. If it was, I would face every bit of it because I deserved it.

Who would have thought that the lady I got fired some months back will turn out to be the mother of my unborn child? If a soothsayer had said it to me, I would have punched him or her on the face for saying crap. But here I am now, being an errand boy for the same lady. A whole CEO being the maid of his former assistant.

Fate really has a way of doing things.