Chapter 7°
The security guard raised an eyebrow, clearly fed up. “You’re the tenth woman today who’s shown up with a kid, saying the same thing, I’m the future Mrs. Larkin,‘ ‘this is the Larkin heir,’ blah blah blah.”
Yolanda’s face twisted in anger. “They’re all lying. Mine is the real deal!“}
He sighed and waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Move along. We’ve got work to do. If you don’t leave, I’m calling someone to drag you out.” “You idiot!” Yolanda snapped. “The baby I’m holding really is Mr. Larkin’s son!”
The guard didn’t even flinch. He just gave a small nod to a nearby bouncer and the guy walked over and grabbed Yolanda.
Sensing where this was going, I quietly slipped away before things got messy.
Yolanda got shoved out the door, but she wasn’t done. She kept yelling, insisting she was telling the truth. It wasn’t until the bouncer pulled out a baton that she backed off, eyes full of panic.
“You’ll all be sorry when I talk to Mr. Larkin!” she shouted.
And like fate was answering her bluff, Miles himself walked out of the club just then. Yolanda lit up like a Christmas tree and ran toward him. “Mr. Larkin! Mr. Larkin!“}
His bodyguards stepped in before she could get too close, but she shouted anyway. “I know you don’t remember me, but ten months ago, we spent two nights together at a hotel! I got pregnant and now I’ve had your baby! Don’t you want to see him?”
Miles glanced at her, his face unreadable, but his eyes said it all; disgust.
Yolanda was nothing like the girl he had hooked up with months ago. Her skin looked dull, her hair was a mess and she had that tired, worn–down look that comes with stress and too many sleepless nights.
One of the guards stepped forward and plucked a strand of
you’re trying to scam him, you’ll wish you never showed your face.”
baby’s hair. “If this really is Mr. Larkin’s kid, good for you. But if not, if
Yolanda stood her ground. “He is Mr. Larkin’s. I haven’t been with any other man.”
The guard didn’t even blink. “We’ll see what the results say.”
Later that night, back at the dorm, Yolanda was walking around like she owned the place. She handed the baby to Sylvia with an arrogant smirk.
“From now on, you all take turns watching my son,” she said, like she was giving an order.
“And be careful. He’s the Larkin family’s heir. If anything happens to him, your entire family won’t be able to pay for it.“M
Sylvia stood there, looking helpless with the baby in her arms. “We’ve never even had boyfriends. How are we supposed to take care of a baby? He’s your kid, Yolanda. You should be the one looking after him ”
She tried handing the baby back, but Yolanda’s eyes flared.§
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped. “This is the future heir of the Larkin family. I’m giving you a golden opportunity here. When you’re broke and desperate in a few years, you’ll be lucky if I still let you mop floors at the Larkin estate because you used to babysit him.“}
Sylvia’s jaw dropped. She looked ready to throw hands, but I held her back.
“Yolanda,” I said, “how are you so sure this baby even belongs to Mr. Larkin? What if he’s not?”
She scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. Of course he is. There’s no one else, it’s him. End of story.”
I gave her a look. “You might want to slow down with the confidence. Let’s wait for the paternity test before you start handing out job offers.“2
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’re just jealous. Jealous that I was with Mr. Larkin. Jealous that I had his child. Don’t think I can’t see right through you.”
I crossed my arms. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night. We’ll see soon enough.”
Yolanda plopped down in a chair and pulled out her phone. A minute later, her expression darkened. “You’ve got to be kidding me. They really posted that video? The one of me giving birth in the classroom? It’s all over the internet!“}
She stood up, furious. “These trolls think they’re funny. Just wait. Once Mr. Larkin brings me home, I’ll have him track down every one of them. I’ll make sure they regret it.“”
Meanwhile, the baby wouldn’t stop crying. Yolanda rocked him half–heartedly, clearly annoyed. The noise started getting to Xyla, who finally spoke up. “Yolanda, seriously… You’re not planning to raise a baby in our dorm, are you?”
