Chapter 6: A Special kind of hell

Chapter 6: A Special kind of hell

Blake tried to clean his suit but it was ruined. Stupid clumsy Maid just cost him an expensive suit, he wondered how someone could be a walking disaster and still manage to be alive. She was nothing like him. He was organized and detail oriented. He likes his day and life to go like clockwork, ready and stable.

"Damn, now I have to disrupt my whole schedule and go home to change!"

He picked up his phone and he called his driver.

"Bring the car around quickly. I need to return to the mansion"

"Yes, Master Blake"

Blake was almost out the door when his phone started ringing and he checked to see who was calling. It was his fiancée, Maya Willows. He didn't want to answer but he had no choice, It might not be a love match but he did his best to respect her except the part where he sleeps with as many women as he wanted behind her back. Deep down, he knew that Maya knew about his philandering ways but chose to turn a blind eye. Just like he chose to ignore the fact that she cheats on him too.

With Marriage he plans to get her and himself to honor it. it was the least he could do for his future offspring.

"Hey, Maya"

"You couldn't keep it in your pants just a few more hours until Daddy and Uncle Benjamin left?! Uncle Benjamin called Daddy to tell him of the position he found you and your latest whore and now he is threatening to back out of the Astoria project with your company. Now, are you happy?! You didn't just ruin me, you ruined yourself too"

"Maya, listen…nothing happened at the office. It was just an accident. You have to talk to Jack, I have invested so much in the Astoria project that if your father backs away, my company will take a huge hit. I would have to lay off some employees" Blake tried to explain

"You should have thought about that this morning! I have a way to soothe daddy's pride and you may not like it"

"Spit it out, Maya"

"We have to move the wedding to next month. I know we agreed to prolong the engagement for as long as possible but…"

"Fine. It better we get it over with anyway. It's been like a sword hanging over my head since we turned eighteen, ten years ago. I will check my schedule and give you a time that works for me. Bye"

Blake hung up. The way he was feeling now, if he saw the girl that cost him everything, He would shoot her without thinking.

Bloody devilish maid sent to ruin his life!

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Demi was still pushing the duffel bag back and forth when the door bell rang again. She was now official terrified of doorbells because the last time she answered one, it didn't exactly turn out great.

"Demi, its Charity, please open the door"

Demi exhaled shakily and she didn't even know she was holding her breath. Charity stood in front of her apartment holding a bag filled with baby stuffs. And what was she wearing?

"You are wearing sweat pant! Oh please, don't tell me you are turning into a soccer mom already?" she was truly distressed about her best friend's fashion choice.

"Aaliyah, you are a maid now. You don't get to judge. Do you want to talk about my fashion sense or about the baby?"

Charity walked passed her into the apartment. She picked Noah up from the bag and cuddled him. Charity spoke to the infant in a soothing manner.

"You are okay, little man…you are safe and loved…and" Charity was interrupted by Demi.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a mystified expression and she also blinked severally as she waited for an answer from her best friend.

"Sorry…force of habit, my mom says it is emotionally necessary to tell an infant that they are safe and loved"

"But you are lying to Noah, Char"

"Who is Noah?" Charity asked as she tried to unpack the bag she came in earlier with her available hand and Demi took it from her. Her friend was thoughtful enough to bring some baby things like baby milk, blanket, clothes and a baby bottle.

"The baby is Noah, try to keep up Char. And he is not okay; I don't know what to do with him"

Charity sat on the sofa and she kept cajoling the baby in a funny voice. Noah played with her hair and she made no attempt to stop him.

"So who told you his name?" Charity asked

"The woman that dropped him off called him Noah Macks and I have called…"

"Good! Call Mason to pick up his son"

Charity was jumping into conclusion without listening to the whole story.

"He is not Mason's son, Char. I don't know whose child you are holding"

Demi sat down on the sofa and pulled her legs up to a height her chin could touch them. Her voice was suddenly low and she was really sad. A strange baby was in her apartment and she had no idea what to do with him. She wasn't baby approved like Charity; she doesn't have the warm loving kind of affection and the irrepressible urge women normally feel when they were around babies and she had long ago accepted that she was different. Then it hit her – Jackson!

What was she supposed to tell Jackson? She rubbed her face with her palms and decided to solve one problem at a time.

She looked at the tiny baby and she knew he was dealt a bad hand and his life wasn't going to get easier not with a mother who way-billed him to a complete stranger through a drunk chore-simplify user. She played with his tiny outstretched right arm that wasn't playing with Charity's hair.

"We should call the cops, Aaliyah" Charity suggested.