CHAPTER 12

EJ: That's what friends are for. I felt a twitch as he referred to us as friends. Deep down, I wanted more but on the surface, I just wasn't ready and I don't think he was either. Plus, there was the secret I've been keeping from him. Guys just break your heart, lies, create drama, turn your life upside down and leave. No! Happy Ever after doesn't exist! Zenia's POV The following morning, as I was about to leave for the boutique, I spotted my mother in the doorway talking with a man. Must be someone else in the building I assumed. I walked up to them. " Good Morning ma." She turned to me and gave me a sad look. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Good morning Zenia," her melancholy voice spoke. "What's wrong?" I asked again, studying the man's face. "Zenia. This is your father." My brain made a 360° turn in my head and my blood came to a boil very quickly. An instant headache came at once. "My what?" I asked, still struck at what she just said to me. It can't be. "Hello Zenia," he finally spoke up. "No! Don't you dare open your mouth and mention my name ever again! Why are you even here?" I asked furiously. I was not about to control my anger. "Zenia," my mom had a pleading voice and look on her face. "Mom! Why is he here?" I asked with a shout as I turned to her. "He came to make up for lost times Zenia. He's still your father." "My father? I wish I had one! This deadbeat fool isn't my father! And I can't understand why he's here! He's dead to us!" "Zenia, I'm so sorry for what I've done in the past. And you're right. I am a fool. I'm a fool for leaving my family and not coming back. Please, I'm here to make it right now," he said and opened his arms for a hug. Right...like I was about to go into his arms and say 'Welcome back daddy. I'm so happy you're back. Lets go get some ice-cream and you can buy me a toy. "You can't make up for lost times! If you hadn't realized, I'm grown and so is Jasmine. We don't need you so you can go back to the pit of hell you crawled out from!" "Zenia!" mom scolded me but I wouldn't calm down and listen. "Where were you when I made my first steps? Where were you when mom had her hands full with Jasmine and me? Where were you when mom had sleepless nights, worrying how she was going to put food on the table the next day?Where were you when she needed lungs transplant and we couldn't afford the money? Huh? Where the hell where you through all of that? Now you're back because you must have found out that Jasmine is getting married to a billionaire and I'm doing great as well! You think you could just wobble back and make up for lost times! Dude, fuck you!" I pushed him out of my way, tightened my bag pack and went to the elevator. I took a cab to my boutique and texted Jasmine on the way there. Me: Good morn, you'll never guess who showed up at the PH. Big Sis: ummmm Me: Our sperm donor Big Sis: Yeah right.... Me: I'm dead serious. Mom said he was dad and he did looked Mexican. Big Sis: He's still there? Me: I guess. I cursed him out and I left. Omw to my boutique now. Big Sis: I'm about to head over there. He has to get a piece of my mind as well. Me: I think he heard you're getting married. Big Sis: I'll definitely tell him where I want to shove my bouquet. Me: ???? ______________________ Jasmine's POV I looked over the messages I just received from my little sister. Our father showed up? At the penthouse? I took a shower, fed Jevan and left him in care of the maid. Evan had already left for the office or else I would have had him take me there instead of me having to call Fisher. Fisher dropped me off half an hour later. I looked at my wrist watch, it was exactly 10:30 am. I took an elevator up and used the security hand scan to get into the penthouse. Mom was sitting on the couch with a man opposite from her. She looked at me pleadingly when I walked up to them. "Jasmine, this is your f....." "I already know who he is!" I cut her off and semi shouted. I turned to the man who was supposed to be my father. "You've grown up so beautifully," he started. "Only my mother gets the credit for that! Now, why are you here?" "He's here to apologize," mom butted in. "I'm not speaking to you mom. He could speak. He was so brave to walk out on us but now he can't answer a simple question? WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I finished with a shout. Tears welled up in his eyes and he stood up slowly like he was aching with pain all over his body.