CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN

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CHRISTIAN POV

I was lying on the couch with my legs up. My ankle is compressing with ice, it feels throbbing and also swollen.

Real nice. How do I work even my feet can't wear shoes? Hopefully the swelling can subside overnight. I'm sure everything's gonna be okay.

I set the ice on my leg and lay back down.

My mind went back to imagining what happened today and what I saw at Clara's house.

I can't say anything.

Nothing made me not too surprised. When Clara told me, she had three boys. I imagine three little kids playing LEGO

How wrong am I?

His children almost became adult men — grumpy adult men. . . Who hates me. I shake my head in disgust.

Clara says we're in a different phase of life, and I don't understand what Clara means.

I get it now.

Clara and I have nothing in common. . . Besides our sense of humor, of course— but overall, that alone is not enough, and honestly it pisses me off.

I get goosebumps when I imagine her second child Clara and I hate to admit it, but Clara's angry and violent eldest son looks normal compared to her second child who looks like a chain pembvnh.

I imagine her second child hanging a teddy bear. What the hell does that mean?

Did I imagine it?

My phone rang on the coffee table, I picked it up and saw Clara's name.

Shut. "hello," I replied.

"hello, Chris." I bowed sadly at Clara's voice.

Jasmin. . . Why should she have children. . .

"i'm calling you to ask how you are" Clara said.

"i'm fine." I let out a breath

"my God, Christian, I'm sorry."

I fell silent

"She's just super protective of me and she just found underware in my suitcase. They must have made a mistake in returning the washed laundry." Clara's lying, and I know Clara's first child heard her.

"well, Clara, I'm there. I see it, even my ankles as proof."

"after all, he wants to talk to you" Clara said

"no, not per —"

"hello?" jeandra

Christian rolled his eyeballs. "hello" he replied

Jeandra exhaled deeply, and I imagined Clara standing nearby, asking her to do this. "forgive me, I've gone too far this afternoon." said Jean. "what possessed me."

"i could have ensnared you on assault charges" Christian replied

Jeandra fell silent

"i'm just your mom's friend in the office. You decided the wrong conclusion. It's really out of bounds."

There was no answer from Jeandra

"anyone more?" I'm snapping at Jeandra

"no."

"so that's your apology?" I frowned.

"yes"

"is your mother asking to call me?"

"yes"

"are you really sorry?"

"no."

squint netraku . . . What I really want to say is I love your mother, and she likes it, you little boy. But I'm not gonna do it. I'm going to be a wise man here.

"do you want to talk to my mom again?" ask Jeandra.

I thought about it for a moment.. I finally answered "no need, thanks for calling." I turned off the phone.

I stared at my phone for a while.

I imagined Clara across there. Does he want to talk to me?

......................

It is now eleven o'clock the next morning when I am limping around on crutches (stick assistive devices).

Matthew (Matty) is standing in front of the receptionist. His face looked at Christian, and followed him to Christian's office.

"what happened to you?" ask Matty

"don't ask." I'm sitting in my chair

"what have you done?"

"when it happened, my ligament was torn and pulled one of the ankle bones."

Matthew grimaced."ouch, how did that happen?"

Christian hid his face in both hands. "a child beat me with underware."

"he's what?"

Christian smiles. "I went to the twilight zone yesterday, Matty."

"how can it?"

"so, I met a woman at a conference while in France." Christian breathes his breath. . "he's perfect"

Matthew rolled his eyeballs. "start him again." murmured Matty

"everything is in him, which I don't even know exists. Clever and funny. Very sexy." I turned on the computer. "but the problem is — he has three children."

Matthew grimacing.

"then, we come back here. He said our relationship was over because of his children. Said we were from a different world, blah blah blah." I turned the eyeballs.

Matthew smiled and sat in the chair in front of me, interested in my story.

"i don't believe the reason. So I followed him home."

"what? You followed him home?" Matthew scrunched his forehead.

Christian raises his shoulder "a little bit, actually Nadya found Clara's address. Then I went to his house. His house is like a place of used goods. Very messy. Shoes and bicycles and everything else ... Everything is under the sun."

Matthew was very serious about listening to my story.

"then his son came out, but he wasn't a kid." Christian rounded his eyes. "he's a boy who's almost grown up." Christian raised his hand showing the height of Clara's first child. "she started whipping me with underware that I left in her mother's suitcase."

Matthew rolled his eyes and smiled.

"because I was shocked so I stepped back, and tripped on a skateboard and fell down the stairs."

Matthew chuckles.

"then he jumped at me who was slumped down below, and tried to put my panties in my mouth."

Matthew tilted his head and laughed out loud.

"there's more.." Christian was intrigued. "that's not even the worst part."

Matthew laughed out loud at his sister's story.

"they took me into his house. Clara told her son to go into the room, and then Clara went to get some ice, and the other son came up to me." Christian looked over the face of his second son Clara and rounded his eyes. "this child . . . so evil, brother. I told you."

"what's the name of this boy?"

Christian tries to remember it. "just like the nerdy child of a witch . . . The one with the glasses." Christian snapped his finger as he thought.

"who? Harry Potter's?

"yes, there it is, his name is Harry."

Matthew smiled broadly.

"He started slicing his neck with his finger."

Matthew, who had been laughing, fell silent at the story.

"then he used his hand to strangle himself until he pretended to be dead" I whispered

"what?" Matthew was astonished. "that's weird."

Then Christian continued the rest of the story. Matthew who listened to him showed all the expressions on his face, from being astonished, astonished, and laughing.

"no more "moms" for me." Christian raised both his hands into the air. "i'm done." Christian turned to the computer. "even I don't think I want to have children now. I've been scared and hurt my whole life."

A sense of melancholy approached me. "you know, I knew Clara was a widow and had a hard time. But I never imagined it was this bad."

Matthew looked. "He may think of you when he ends it all."

"yes, it's possible." I exhaled. "however, in a different world, she is the perfect woman. It's what's messing it up."