A saviour in times of distress.

Chapter 2.

A saviour in times of distress.

GERALD'S POV.

I pushed down the laptop my assistant was operating on my car and I yelled out in frustration, "How can babies be so ugly?!"

"Sir, I think you should calm down, we will find a baby for you." Stray tried to pacify me as she bent to pick up the system on the floor.

I hutted and began to pace around the busy yard of the tenth orphanage we had visited just today, not caring about being recognised by the passerby.

The only thing I was feeling at that moment was rage. I was compressed with rage and nothing more.

It was like a shallow feeling in my heart, and it dominated the four dark corners of my heart.

I need a baby! A fucking baby that's not ugly!

How can I be handsome and my child be ugly?

If it happened like that, nobody would believe me in the family, not even my adopted parents and uncle, nor my grandfather.

No, there should be another way.

"Search for more orphanages, Stray, and make sure all this our branching here and there is confidential. If it gets out to my family or the press, you will be doomed!"

"You just broke the laptop, sir, and your identity is strictly confined. You have nothing to worry about."

"Since you gave me your words, you won't be surprised if I take it out on you later if you're disappointed by your sources."

"I still stand on my words, Mr O'Reillys, there's nothing to_"

"Just shut it up already! I'm not in for more flames in my head. You should try to go for a voice surgery, you badly need one!"

She hushed and that was what I wanted, to be domineering and be in control.

I adjusted the ripped jacket I was wearing as my source of disguise, and I huffed yet again, noticing that I was the doomed one here.

No baby to claim before the end of the month, no family inheritance.

My companies, my cars, my mansions, everything will be snatched away from me.

All the things I built with my sweat, sleepless nights and denying myself of a lot of important things just to be here will be snatched away from me.

No! I can't let that happen. No. Never!

I matched towards my car with each step, leaving a trail behind me, and the heaviness of each step echoed in my empty heart.

I hated to be like this, frail and anxious.

Those are feelings I hated, but love is at the top of my list. It was just a facade, there was nothing real in it.

I went straight to the driver's seat, I opened the door and pulled out my driver, pushing him to the floor and I got into the driver's seat and began the car.

I drove out of the orphanage, almost breaking my assistant's legs, but I didn't care. She was useless anyway.

I removed the head warmer on my head and face cap, they were beginning to itch my ears like they were sent to hurt me more than I already had.

Stray had recommended them to me as a disguise to conceal my identity, only for them to stop focusing on their purpose. They were biting my ears.

Damn them!

I increased the speed of the car and wind down the windows of the car to allow the natural breeze into the car.

Maybe, just maybe, it would cause me some solace and take my mind away from my worries.

The ringing of my phone distracted me. I picked up the phone and saw the caller. Hammer.

Hammer was one of my friends but he was the most fake of them all.

I picked up his call, "What?"

I spoke as calmly as I could, but with my anger still in place, it spilt out to be harsher than my normal voice.

"Chill man! Stella called me and told me about your predicament."

"And who the fuck is Stella?"

"Your assistant."

Stray. That bitch!

I had always known that she had a tongue like that of a spoiled typewriter. It could not be controlled, and her stupid crush on Hammer was already threatening my hard work.

"Fuck that bitch's loosed mouth! How dare she relate my affairs to you of all people!"

My voice was laced with distaste, and I could feel some hatred tasting sour at the tip of my tongue.

I don't like him, not at all, I don't even like myself. The only things I could boldly say that I liked in this world were my cars, my companies, the medals and awards in the mansions and my hotels.

That was all.

I was still a friend to him because he wouldn't leave me be, and he always found me anytime I wanted to hide away.

I could hear the heavy sigh he released like I cared about his feelings.

"I called you because I have a solution to your problem. If you can't find a baby, then get a baby mama."

I scoffed, "I don't want to waste my spam into some useless loosed holes, they're precious to me!"

Who will ever believe I'm impotent?

I don't too, until after several checkups.

Damn my dick!

"Yeah then, there's a friend of mine that got a lady pregnant, and he's not needing her nor the baby. You could claim the lady and the child, pretend that you care for her and steal the child after birth. Boom! Your baby."

"That's a dumb advice. No wonder you always come last in school back then."

I replied to him without thinking and I know my voice and words were harsh and cold, but I don't give a flying fuck about it.

"Whatever. I will send the address to you in case you change your mind."

I hung up immediately, and the address popped up on my phone.

I hit the steering in great frustration, "Damn! Dammit!"

What the fuck did he take me for? Am I that desperate to claim another man's child?

No! Of course, no!

But like a magnet tugging my soul and controlling my life, I felt myself picking up the phone and checking out the address.

Of course, I know fully well that I'm not desperate, but a little glance at the baby mama should do. If I don't barf at the sight of her, I might consider following Hammer's ideas.

Those were my thoughts as I manoeuvered the car to a roundabout and changed direction to the address I was given.

I got to the gate that had the address on it, and I used my face cap before the headmaster, already ready for another biting pain from them.

I got out of my car and went straight to the gate, which was opened. I pocketed my hands and walked into the company in style, ignoring the guards who were staring dumbly at me.

So dumb!

If my guards were like this, I would have them killed without mercy.

I opened the door and entered the house like it was mine, and I began to hear a commotion.

I moved to its source and leaned on the wall to watch everything with keen interest and the fact that I didn't know the pregnant one.

Is it the lady standing or the one on the floor? Or maybe the ugly lady on the sofa who had a bright smirk at the corner of her lips?

This is harder than my imagination. I thought.

I watched the woman with the smirk intensely, and I noticed that the smirk was from her heart as I stared at her, and she looked devilish with it on. She seemed to be loving the show more.

Witch. Like me.

"....I will release my bullet into your skull because you have tarnished my image enough." Said the old man and he crocked the gun.

"Don't you dare!" I warned him without any thoughts in my mind.

My mind was so blank, and my face squeezed up with a frown, and my heart and chest widened within me like a beast would.

My lips twitched up with a deep anger, and the hands that were trapped inside my pockets clenched in a fist.

How dare he threaten my one ticket of inheriting my inheritance? He must be mad!

My legs began to react without me controlling them and I moved into the light.

"Don't you ever dare to race your wrinkled hands to point a gun into her skull? I might not be merciful next time and I don't care who you are. If you want to waste a bullet so bad, why not swallow it up?"

Everyone in the room gasped.

But what's there to gasp for? I spared them all a nicely carved glare with my brows furrowed in hatred for them.

They all are my enemies from today, especially him, the man with the gun and him, the guy sitting on the sofa and looking like Stray, a stray goat like my assistant.

"Who are you? And who are the fools that let you into the mansion? This is not a prison, you should leave." Said the man.

"I'm not planning on staying here, and do you call this hut a mansion? I bet you have not been going out lately."

A toothpick-like lady jumped to my front, "Don't you dare insult my father!"

I sized her up with my eyes, "Try gaining some weight. Maybe you could attract a man with it because as you are right now, no man will look at you twice.

"Neither will they take you to bed for the fear of becoming a murderer with one slide."

That shut her up and her face was flushed with embarrassment, but in the next minute, she was looking all mad and clenching her bones with a glare at me.

Is this girl glaring at me right now? Does she know who I am?

Oh! Someone is so going to be treated with mysteries.

"How can you talk like that to us? Do you know who we are?"

I don't give a fuck about who they were, and since she was torturing herself with her loud voice, I decided to leave her off for now.

A sheet in her hand caught my attention instead and I grabbed it from her. My mind just motions for me to grab, and I grab.

"Give that back!" She yelled and reached out to get the sheet, but I dodged her, causing her to stumble and fall.

Cool.

I took my attention to the sheet and frowned when I saw its content. Pregnant test positive for Elsa Cooper.

Is she the fucking baby mama? No way!

I knew immediately that if she was the one, I would just walk away, carrying the dust of my shoes with me.

I turned to her, "Are you the fucking pregnant person?"

I don't care how I sounded, but I made sure my irrigation was echoing in her ears.

"Why will I be? I am not as wide as that bitch! I'm still a virgin!"

I smirked, "You've spoken well. Who knows if you're having a womb in there? And who will fuck a bone? So you can never be pregnant, neither will you stop being a virgin."

I gave none of them time to think, talk or reason. I picked up the girl on the floor.

Immediately, I scooped her cold body. My body froze up, too, like she had a supernatural power she used to transfer her pain and shame to me.

It was like my body was reacting to her, my heart raced and my hand around her lap clenched tightly to the flesh.

My eyes betrayed me, and both of them did.

They checked her out and the shorts and singlet on her were like a transparent polythene to me, like my eyes were sharper and I could see through her.

Her soul. It was demonic. It was calling me out, and I pressed her body to my skin like I wanted to enter into her.

I hated that feeling, yet I pulled in.

I was losing myself badly. I know of it.

I snapped out with my last self-control and I mentally cringed, noting, This is the first and the last time you'll carry this woman. She's the real witch.

I turned to walk away with her, but the guy on the sofa stopped me, "Where are you taking her? This lady is my fiancee."

I let out a cold chuckle. "Your fiancee's head had been blown open and this woman here is not her.

"This one is mine, and she's carrying my baby!"

And I walked away from them in style.

"Who are you?" She questioned me in a whisper.

"I'm Darren, I'll take care of you."