Ledore sat on her king-sized bed, staring at the picture of a boy drawn by
her. He’s around three, really cute, blond hair, a pretty-boy face, a sweet
smile. Just like his dad, Ledore thought and sighed.
She would have hate herself for splitting up with the child's father even more than now, but what had to be done must be done. Even if it hurt.
She’d
met Rica’s dad five years back. When she was just a teenager on her sweet
sixteen birthday, going on a Backstreet Boys concert. It was a classic
story—love at first sight. So they went out, kissed around, maybe more than
that, Ledore got pregnant. The story after that, was Ledore’s alone.
She
found a job as a vice-editor of the hottest magazine “DeVote”. Climbing up
the business ladder alone to become the editor. Finally, CEO of “DeVote”,
with branches all over the world. All the time, she struggled to nourish her
little boy alone as a single mother, with all her love. And didn’t she
succeed. That’s why I don’t need Nick anymore… she thought to
herself, pushing the old memories away.
Ring!!!
RRRRING!!! The
phone rang. Ledore picked it up.
“Hey
Lila, girl! Where have you gone? Why did you rush off like that? Ricky baby
almost thought you’ve float out to the sea! I know artists were mysterious,
but I couldn’t guess it was that bad!” Fatima’s musical voice flow over
the phone. Ledore could hear the happy sound she’d just left at the
background.
“Sorry,
nature call,” Ledore lied.
“You
could’ve just pee in the sea, no one would have known,” Fatima joked.
“Very
funny,” Ledore rolled her eyes. “Anyway, are you ready to return my baby?”
“No
way! I’m going to kidnap him and smuggle him to Italy!”
“I’ll
send a investigating team after you.” Ledore replied. Fatima laughed. Ledore
smiled inside. It was always so nice to hear Fatima’s laughter. It was like a
churchbell ringing.
“Do
you want to go out for dinner?” Fatima asked after a series a laughing.
“No,
I’m beat. I’ll stay home,” Ledore still couldn’t get over seeing her
ex-boyfriend.
“Come
on, Ledore, you need some social life!” Fatima persuaded. “You haven’t
dated since Nick!” This got Ledore on the edge again. Trying to stop Tima
going any further, she said,
“Why
don’t you come over instead? I can fix something simple.”
“Alright.”
Ledore hang the phone up. Butterflies still in her stomach.
True, she hadn’t dated since Nick. The impact had been so great at that time. She didn’t even sneak a peek at other guys. Not even when the hottest male models on earth came to the “DeVote” photo shoot and she’d to direct it. She didn’t even ask for his number! Things were that bad.
Though Ledore didn’t try flirting, many male-beings tried catching her eye, even just a peek. Ledore was a eye-catching lady, her beauty shines out all the model. A rare case—she had a equally marvelous brain. She was attractive as honey is to bee.
But she’s just as stubborn. Leaving the past behind was just something that she couldn’t handle.
Maybe
I will, she thought to herself. Millions years later… For now, I’ll
concentrate on what I have—Rico.
Actually, it’s not much safe. With Fatima being the choreographer of the Backstreet Boys, a band which her ex-boyfriend was in, Tima could blow her cover anytime.
But Fatima is a loyal friend, she’d keep her promise to Ledore.
Till breaking point.
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