Chapter 5

KIM'S POV

"Kim!"

"H..huh?" I answered absentmindedly, turning to Sandra.

"What's up with you? You were lost in thoughts. Are you okay?"

I heaved a deep sigh, plopping on the bed. She lays beside me on my left and tucks my hair behind my hair. "You've been out of it since we got here."

"She's right." Xena concurred as she joined us in the room. She's carrying a jar of cookies and a carton of milk so she shut the door with her leg. She placed the items on the stool beside the bed and joins us on the bed. They had a lot of things to do in school so they arrived quite late. Around 7 p.m.

The twins are yet to be back. My mum picked them up from school and they've been with her since afternoon. They should be here in a bit.

I picked a cookie from the tray and took a bite.

"Wow. Tastes nice." I say, munching on it. Sandra smiles smugly and pats her chest, "of course, the most talented chef in the world baked it."

I rolled my eyes at her smugness and she giggled. "Are you ready to tell us what's going on now?" Xena asks as she lay beside me on my right.

"Well..." I groaned. I have no idea where to begin. Everything still seems like a dream. "I think I met that man today."

"Who?" Sandra asks.

"Um...the man I had a one-night stand with?" I say lowly. I closed my eyes, waiting for their reaction but I didn't get any. I opened my eyes slowly, only to see their eyes staring down at me in utmost shock and disbelief.

"Wait. You mean...the man you slept with at the club? AKA, the one who got you pregnant?" Xena asks and I nodded with a grimace.

"Holy shit!" Sandra exclaims, pulling me up to sit. "H..how? Where? I thought you couldn't recognize him."

"It's not that I don't recognize him. I didn't get a good look at his face but I can't forget his eyes."

His majestic icy eyes.

"You recognize people with their eyes?" Xena asks with a raised brow, stifling a laugh.

"Cut it out, Xena. That's not what's important. Something big is going on! Kim met the man she hooked up with!" Sandra mused.

"Where did you meet him?" Xena asks.

"At my workplace."

"How? Did he follow you there? Has he been stalking you?" I shook my head at Sandra's question. "No, he... doesn't even seem to recognize me."

"Tch! Bitch could be faking it." Xena says.

"Maybe." I muttered thinking.

"Did he come as a customer?"

I shook my head. "I ran into him in front of the restaurant. He sort of..." I trailed off, not wanting to mention the kiss.

"Sort of what?" Sandra asked, her eyes burning with curiosity.

"Kissed me."

"He did what now?" Xena exclaims in disbelief and I nodded. "He's a total nutcase. He went on telling me how I should be grateful that he kissed me like he is some god." I hissed.

"Damn, Kim, did you sleep with a crazy man?" Xena asks and honestly, that might be the case. I've never met anyone as crazy as him.

"Why did he kiss you in the first place?" Sandra asks.

"I have no idea."

"Did you catch his name?" I nodded to Sandra's question. "He said his name was..." I trailed off, tapping my chin as I attempted to remember the words on the business card.

"I got it! His name is George Fernando." I say. They both exchanged expressions before turning to me. "Did you just say, George Fernando?" Sandra asks, scooting closer. I nodded, her wide eyes are beginning to scare me.

"You don't think..." Sandra trailed off, turning to Xena.

      Xena laughed hysterically, clapping her hands, "I don't think she's talking about who we think she's talking about. It might be another person." She says, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself.

"Right."

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask them, utterly confused. Sandra quickly reached for her phone and operates it impatiently.

"Here!" She shoves her phone into my face. "Was this the man you met?" She asks. I brought the phone down at looked at the picture.

"It's him but how come you have his picture?" I ask her, passing the phone back to her.

"Holy shit, this doesn't feel real." Xena says, gripping her hair tightly. They were scaring me with their reaction.

"W...what do you mean?"

"If this man was truly who you met that night then my dear friend, you fucked the country's biggest billionaire, George Fernando, the man who can make and break a man with just a wave of his finger." Xena says, sending a stroke of shock through my head.

Did I just hear billionaire?

"I have not met him personally but I've heard a lot from people. They say he is cold, arrogant, and can be ruthless. Some people even think he might work in the underworld." Xena added. My throat went dry as words kept falling from their mouths. I reached for the carton of milk and gulped it down.

"This can't be happening." I say, shaking my head in denial.

"It is, girl! And now that I look at him closely, Ben definitely has some resemblance to him! I mean...look at his eyes!" Xena gawked as she zoomed in on the picture.

"But...the thing is... he's rumored to be a chronic playboy even though he has a fiance." Xena says, scrunching up her nose.

"He's a cheater?" I ask.

"Pretty much, yes." She replied

I narrowed my eyes at her, "how do you know so much about George?" I ask and she cleared her throat loudly.

"I kinda...have a full-blown celebrity crush on him." She says. "But I'll back down now. He's my friend's man." She added, wiggling her brows at me.

"Eww, no. He's not my man. I just happened to...

"Fuck him?" Xena finished my statement and I nodded bashfully.

"This is not a simple one-night stand situation, girl. You got pregnant! You have children for him for Pete's sake." Sandra says and I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Xena scoffed. "Is it easy taking care of the twins yourself? Baby, you had to quit school! You put a pause on your life to take care of your kids. Your loan is piling up, you don't have a stable job, your rent will be due soon, and..."

"It doesn't matter!" I snapped, making them flinch. "I chose to have my children. I could have aborted but I didn't. Whatever I'm going through now is the price of my decision. The decision I've never regretted for a single moment. Things are hard now doesn't mean things wouldn't get better! What would you have me do huh? Go to him and be like...'oh! It's me, we fucked one night four years ago and I got pregnant! Start paying for child support'. Is that what you'll have me do? Huh?!"

"A.. Kim, I didn't mean..."

I sighed tiredly. I shouldn't have snapped like that. "I'm sorry, guys."

 "It's just...you know I decided to keep my babies. And I'd feel so pathetic groveling at his feet to accept them or me."

"I know but he's still the father of your children. He's still responsible!" Sandra argued.

"You did not plant the babies in your womb yourself, did you? Who the fuck fucks without a fucking condom!" Xena refuted sternly, hitting the bed in anger.

      I heaved a frustrated sigh, staring at my fingers. I felt something wet on my hand.

"Kim." Sandra called out sadly, pulling my arm.

     I let all my tears out, shaking violently in their arms as I cried.

"I just...we hate to see you struggle on your own, Kim." Sandra says, her voice breaking.

     Xena sniffled, "she's right, Kim. It hurts more because we can only do little."

"What do you mean little?" I ask, sobbing harder. "you guys have done a lot in my life. Things would have been worse if you weren't with me."

"Gosh, you're making me cry." Sandra whines and I laugh in-between sobs. We cried in each other's arms for some minutes.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you." I apologized cleaning up my tears.

"We're sorry too for not thinking before talking. We were just angry about the fact that you're here struggling while he's sitting on piles of money in comfort."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "It's fine."

My head darted to the door when I heard light footsteps approaching. I knew it was them the moment little knocks came from the door. I rushed to the door in excitement and unlocked it.

"Mama!" They squealed, jumping up with their arms spread widely for a hug. I bent to their heights and picked them up, twirling them around as their delightful giggles lit up the room and my mood.

"I missed you!" London says, burying her face in my neck. "Aww, I miss you too." I said pecking their cheeks.

"See." Paris says, raising a popsicle. "For you."

"For me?" I say and she nodded excitedly. I grinned and kissed his cheek.

Regret?

Please! Who can regret having these two bundles of joy?