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•° I'm really insecure about this chapter, anyway vote and comment as much as you want.😅

•° PS: This chapter was 💯 influenced by the gods, I had nothing to do with it.😌

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The ride back was quiet, awkward and all Harry could do was to stare straight ahead as a thousand thoughts whirled through his mind. Out of the many thoughts running through his head, his focus suddenly dwells on the scene where Trisha started asking questions and making teasing comments towards Mr. Malik and him.

Straight away he felt a sense of familiarity, like a déjà vu, cause that's exactly what the Queen used to do whenever he spends his nights in Rameses Zayn's chamber and return the following morning.

He recalled their conversation from last night, and how she embraced him with tenderness and spoke to him motherly. Then it strikes him, that Trisha is still the same doting mother in law just like when they were in ancient Egypt.

Beth also acts like her old self and even Mr. Payne, whom he barely had an encounter with, in the ancient realm is civil towards him, then a question flashed through his mind, leaving a frown on his face.

So why is that everyone is behaving the same and civil towards him except Mr. Malik?

Or was he assuming too much?

He sighed inwardly and peeked at the man in question, from the corner of his eye and saw him staring ahead with a blank look, then he stares out the window, and realized they were driving by the familiar driveway towards his house and within few minutes, the car pulled in front of his house, and the engine was turned off. They sat in silence for nearly three minutes, each in his own thoughts.

"Who's Rameses Zayn?"

Mr. Malik broke the silence and immediately, Harry's heart skipped a beat and his body tensed, his face contorted with absolute shock and confusion as he looked in Mr. Malik's direction, wondering how the raven-haired man knew about the name.

Mr. Malik glanced at him, seeing the confusion in his face and spoke nonchalantly. "You kept moaning out his name when we were having sex," He said.

Harry blinked his eyes and lowered his gaze, gulping nervously and whispered. "You"

Mr. Malik's brows quirked up in surprise. "Me?"

"Yeah, it's uh a-a pet nickname for you"

Mr. Malik stared at him a moment longer and sighed. "Well, I prefer to be called by my name, and not that name. It made me feel you were imagining someone else instead of me" He stated then Harry cursed himself inwardly for being stupid, and hoped this wouldn't aggravate their situation further.

"And what did you tell my mother to make her think we're in a relationship?"

"Nothing" Harry softly answered and Mr. Malik reminds silent, his gaze fixed beyond the windshield. The silence stretched uncomfortably long afterward, then Harry gaze up at him again, summoning the courage to ask the question that had been nagging him since this morning.

"When you said that you didn't like how other men were staring at me and Scott touching me, were you jealous?" He asked.

Mr. Malik didn't answer right away and leaned his head against the driver's seat, let out a loud breath, and closed his eyes. "Yes" He admitted, opening his eyes and shifting his gaze to Harry who was staring at him with a bewildered gaze.

"So you do like me?"

Harry questioned, searching his face for a clue to his thoughts. He desperately wanted to understand what was keeping the raven-haired man from giving them a chance, but as usual, his expression was unreadable.

"I shouldn't be feeling this way towards you" Mr. Malik sighed loudly, running his hand through his hair.

"We can keep it a secret, I don't mind...

"Harreh" Mr. Malik interrupted him, his gaze lingering on Harry's face for a long moment, before darting his eyes away and spoke. "You wear your heart on your sleeve and your father is a very intelligent man, he will notice it"

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion. "So you're scared of my Daddy? Is that it?"

Mr. Malik chuckled softly under his breath, and one corner of his mouth twitched in an almost- smile. "No, I just don't want him to think badly of me" Was all he said before opening his side door and got out of the car. He walked around to the passenger side and opened it.

Just as he attempted to lift Harry in his arms, Harry declined and requested to step out of the car by himself. Mr. Malik stared at him with a concerned look and gave him his hand to help him out. Harry accepted his hand then slowly and gently stepped out of the car, wincing. He leaned his back against the car then Mr. Malik closed the door, inching close to him with a worried look. "Should I get you pain killers?"

"No, I'm fine" Harry whispered, running his hands down Mr. Malik's chest as his eyes roamed about the man's face.

"You're giving me mix feelings" He said, wanting desperately to put his arms around the raven-haired man's neck, but he knew he'd just exacerbate the situation.

"You claim what happened between us was a mistake yet you were jealous of other men giving me attention, so which is which? Do you want me or not?" He nervously asked, and released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

Mr. Malik arched an eyebrow, surprised by Harry's boldness.

"Your father might see us" He whispered warningly, glancing down at Harry's hands running down his chest and Harry shrugged. "He's at the office, answer my question"

Harry gazed into his eyes, waiting desperately for his answer then Mr. Malik heaved a deep sigh and spoke. "Harry, your father...

"I will talk to him, he will understand. My Daddy won't object to our relationship if I tell him you make me happy" Harry interrupted him and gave him a cheeky smile after he spoke.

Mr. Malik studied him a long moment as if trying to read him, however, he couldn't help but twitch his lips at Harry's cute beautiful smile. Once again he sighed, tucking Harry's errant hair behind his ear. "Look, I won't deny the thought of some other man touching drives me crazy, but.....

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, absently caressing Harry's jaw with his thumb before he spoke.

"Give me up to Saturday, I will give you my answer. But in the meantime, do not contact me or come to the office or my house. I have a deadline to meet, and seeing your face is going to be a distraction" He murmured, running his thumb across Harry's lips.

Harry realized he wasn't making a plea or a request, but an order.

"Okay, but remember if you don't claim me by Saturday then you have no right to be jealous or lock me up from my admirers, especially from Scott" He whispered, and caught the sight of Mr. Malik's eyes darkening at the mention of his admirers and Scott's name. Then he darts his tongue out and drew Mr. Malik's thumb into his mouth and sucked on it, the way he'd sucked on his cock.

He watched Mr. Malik, watching him and within seconds, Mr. Malik pulled his head back and claimed his mouth into a deep kiss. Harry felt himself melting with sheer delight and wrapped his arms around the back of Mr. Malik's head, drawing him even closer as their tongues tangled wetly. His body heated up, and his heart thumped harder as his lungs slowly lose more and more oxygen.

He knew he had to pull away in order to breathe but he didn't want to, then Mr. Malik broke the kiss, leaving them breathless with their foreheads pressed together.

"Let's go to my room" Harry murmured against Mr. Malik's wet lips, feeling the stirring desire despite his exhaustion.

"You sure?" Mr. Malik asked, his internal battle playing over his face and Harry nodded, he wanted nothing more than for Mr. Malik to take him again, he just wants to offer himself as a sacrifice.

Mr. Malik wrapped his arms around him, sweeping kisses along his neck and Harry mewls in anticipation, breathing heavily through his nose and feeling paradise then suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly jerked their attention.

They stiffened, instinctively leaving a space between them as they averted their gaze to the porch, where Niall stood, with his hands covering his eyes and Kwame standing next to him with an awkward expression.

"Who are they?" Mr. Malik asked with a slight frown, panting lightly.

"My friends" Harry answered, his sheepish smile slowly fading into an annoyance.

Mr. Malik nodded at them with acknowledgment and turned his gaze to Harry. "Should I carry you inside?"

"No, no I will be fine" Harry assured him with a small smile, even though he was disappointed by the interruption. Mr. Malik leaned in and kissed his forehead. "I will see you on Saturday" He whispered and Harry nodded with an immediate smile brightening his face.

Harry moved a little away from the car, biting his lower lip to prevent him from groaning out from the soreness in his body as Mr. Malik walked around to the driver's side and got inside. He started the car and reversed out of the driveway, glancing at Harry through the car window, and slowly drove off.

Harry watched until Mr. Malik drove out of sight then his smile faded and he averted his deadly glare at Kwame and Niall.

"What are you guys doing here? You just ruined my moment with Rameses Zayn" He exclaimed, fuming.

"Don't blame me, blame Kwame" Niall uttered, pointing to Kwame.

"He said he had a premonition that you will be celebrating your birthday in a wheelchair if we don't come and recuse you" Niall replied, then Harry turned his deadly glare fully on Kwame.

"I swear I didn't mean it okay" Kwame put both hands up in surrender and chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't ruin this moment for you if the gods hadn't told me to do it"

Harry groaned loudly in annoyance then stomped his foot like a five-year-old and hissed from the soreness in his butt. Kwame and Niall observed him, standing there for a minute as he wasn't making any sign of moving to approach them.

"Aren't you coming inside the house?" Niall asked raising an eyebrow.

"You can't walk. Can you?" Kwame murmured, looking at Harry with an amused smile.

Harry glared half-heartedly at Kwame but heaved out a loud defeated sigh at the end. "No" He admitted. "Can you please carry me inside?" He pleaded with an embarrassed smile.

Kwame shook his head as a light chuckle escapes his throat and slowly began to descend the porch steps, making his way towards him.

"You had sex with him!?" Niall gasp with wide eyes then Harry blushed and rolled his eyes.

"No, I jumped off a tree and he couldn't catch me" He muttered sarcastically then Kwame slightly bent and slid his arm under Harry's knees, lifting him up then Harry cried out.

"Ow ow ow be gentle"

"Oh shut up, I bet you weren't saying that last night" Niall snorts with a mocking tone causing Harry to blush furiously.

Kwame chuckled. "Niall, call Evans to come here quick, it seems Harry has a lot of juicy stuff to share with us"

Saturday

"What about this outfit?"

Harry murmured as he came out of his closet, looking down at the outfit he was wearing with furrow brows, and when he didn't hear any responses, he looked up to find Niall leaning against the headboard and busily typing out a text on his phone with a wide grin.

"Niall!" Harry yelled, loud enough to startle Niall who quickly turned his head to him with a questionable look.

"What?"

"I am in crisis here and instead of you helping out, you're busily texting Mr. Payne" He whines loudly then Niall rolled his eyes. "This is the tenth outfit you've changed and they all look good on you. I don't think he will care about what you'll wear" He said then his phone beeped.

He looked on the phone's screen and beamed with smiles. "Give me a minute" He muttered, holding up the index finger as he typed his reply with the other hand.

"You're the worst best friend ever" Harry whines again and grabs a pillow on the bed, hauling it at Niall's direction.

"Ouch, hey" Niall said with a soft chuckle when the pillow hits him then a knock on the door interrupted them. Harry walked to the door with a pout and opens it, revealing Mr. Evans and Kwame, holding a cupcake with a lighted candle.

"Happy birthday!"

They both said in unison then suddenly, Harry burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Evans asked with a slight frown, handing the cupcake to Kwame as he steps inside the room and hugged Harry.

"I can't seem to find anything to wear and Niall is not helping out" Harry said through his tears then Mr. Evans and Kwame averted their gaze at Niall.

"He thinks non of the clothes we bought at the mall and the ones the Queen gifted him are worthy to be worn in the presence of Rameses Zayn" Niall said then mouthed to them afterward. "Pregnancy hormones"

Mr. Evans and Kwame's mouths made a small, indignant 'O' shape, nodding their heads in understanding.

"But what's wrong with the one you're wearing? Isn't this one of the outfits the Queen gifted you?" Mr. Evans asked then Harry nodded as tears continued to seep down his cheeks but he didn't sob.

"It will please the Queen if she sees you wearing this outfit on your birthday"

"Really?" Harry broke the hug and looked up at him then Mr. Evans nodded. "Yes, stop crying. Today is a big day" Mr. Evans wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Harry couldn't stop himself but to blush.

"I'm nervous, do you think he's gonna want to be in a relationship with me, and what about my pregnancy how am I going to explain it to him?"

"Calm down, first thing first," Kwame uttered. "Let's concentrate on today's events and worry about that tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah we have been successful with our plans so far and I'm sure Kwame already has another plan cooking in the pot, right Kwame?" Niall chirped, then Kwame chuckled softly. "Oh it's already cooked and ready to be severed"

"Shouldn't we wait to confirm if Rameses Zayn will agree to date Harry first?" Mr. Evans asked with a slight frown.

"Oh, he will, from what Harry told us, I think today is a done deal" Kwame muttered with a confident look.

"So what's the next plan, after he agrees to be in a relationship with me?" Harry asked with a nervous look and sniffles as he takes the cupcake from Kwame's hand and placed it on his nightstand, then Niall takes it and starts eating it.

"Have you told him what you want for your birthday?" Kwame asked, putting his hands in his pockets then Harry shook his head, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

"Good, I was thinking if you could ask him to take you on a date tomorrow as your birthday present, that way you'll get to spend more time with him and possibly, if you could do some few things to see whether it could jog his memory to remember something from his past life"

"That's a brilliant idea" Mr. Evans said, then Niall murmured loudly while staring at his phone's screen. "Oh fuck"

"What?" Harry, Mr. Evans, and Kwame said in unison, darting their gaze at him then Niall looks up.

"Remember I told you guys Liam said he will be coming to the party with Rameses Zayn and the Queen?"

They nodded.

"Well it seems there's a change of plan, he just texted that he's almost here but Rameses Zayn and the Queen are already here"

"What! Oh my God" Harry's eyes widened then quickly, he crossed to the mirror at the other side of the room and cringed at his reflection. He retouches his face with light makeup and ran a comb through his curls. Afterward, he stared at himself in the mirror, wondering if he looks perfect or not.

"Take a deep breath and out" Niall whispered and hugged him from behind.

Harry did as he was told and exhales loudly.

"Stop overthinking and stressing yourself with foolish thoughts. You're perfect and you look perfect"

"Okay" Harry whispered and let out another deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, before reopening them and staring back at Niall's face in the mirror.

"Let's go get your man"

Meanwhile downstairs, Des was busy with the guests, greeting and making small talk with everyone as he passes by them, then one of his security men approached him, signaling to speak to him in private. He excused himself and made his way towards the security man who whispered something in his ear, then he glances towards the foyer and saw Scott, holding a four feet cute teddy bear that holds a birthday cake with a glow candle.

He pursed his lips, wondering what Scott was doing here since he wasn't invited to the party. Regardless he smiled, to cover his frown and gestured to the security to allow Scott to enter.

Scott heaved a sigh of relief and glare at the security man as he advances towards Des who beckoned him, to follow him to the other side of the foyer, and without waiting for Scott to speak, Des spoke first.

"What are you doing here? This party is strictly for family and close friends"

Scott's brows jerked up at Des unusual tone which sounded less friendly and a bit harsh. "I thought I am already part of the family considering I'm your future son-in-law" He murmured with a small smile then Des expression morphed from a calm, to unfriendly stare and retorted.

"Not after you tried to kiss my son without his consent" He said with a sip of venom.

Scott opened his mouth to speak then clamped it shut as guilt swamped him. "About that, I uh... He started to speak with an apologetic look but Des snap irritably at him. "Save it"

"Des just hear me out"

"Get out of my house before I call the security to drag you out in front of all these people, and stay away from my son" Des hissed, and disbelief crossed Scott's features, cause this is the last thing he expected to hear from Des.
There seems to be no way to calm or escape the anger of Des at the moment, and he didn't want to add more fuel to the flames, so he decided to leave, and talk to Des later after he's calmed.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded. "Alright, I will talk to you later" He whispered, then turned to walk away but halted his steps and whirled around to face Des again.

"Can I at least see him, apologies, and give him his birthday gift?" He murmured, gesturing to the teddy bear he was holding.

"You have thirty seconds to leave my house" Des uttered in a cold voice and without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Scott staring after him.

He waved over a wait staff, moving around with drinks then took a glass of non-alcoholic wine from the serving tray and took a sip. He glanced over the foyer and realized Scott had left then he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Mr. Malik.

"Everything alright?" Mr. Malik asked, and Des nodded. "Yeah, nothing I can't handle" He murmured with a genuine smile.

Mr. Malik hums, taking a glass of wine from a pass by wait staff.

"So who's the woman you came with?" Des asked with an inquisitive look. "I only caught a glimpse of her for a second but she looks familiar"

Mr. Malik's lips curled into a small smile. "That's my mother" He replies.

"Really?" Des murmured with a surprising look. "So where's she?" He asked, lifting the wine to his lips then Mr. Malik whirled his eyes around and spots Trisha making her way towards them, then he inclined his head toward her direction. "There she is"

Des eyes followed, and he nearly choked on his drink when he saw her.

Disbelief made him gape at Trisha with wide eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating or his eyes hadn't gone crazy.

"Hello" Trisha smiled sweetly and stood beside her son.

"Des, this is my mother Trisha Malik, mother this is Des Styles, my business partner" Mr. Malik introduced them then Trisha's mouth twitched as if she was smiling to herself at some amusing thought.

"Hello, Mr. Styles" She mumbled softly to Des who looked completely stunned, but soon regained his composure after a moment of awkward silence and cleared his throat. With his eyes lingering on Trisha's face, they shook hands and his hand dawdles on hers, a moment longer than necessary.

Mr. Malik drifts his gaze from his mother to Des with raised brows, sensing the two know each other, however, he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone then he excused himself and pulled his phone from his pocket, and looked on the screen.

"It's Liam, excuse me I will be back" He said with a sigh then Des nodded, seemingly glad that Mr. Malik was leaving them alone and as soon as he left, both Trisha and Des uttered in unison at the same time.

"You're Harry's father?"

"You're Zayn's mother?"

They stared at each other in astonishment, then they heard Harry's voice bellowing their way.

"Trisha, Trisha, Trisha"

They shot their gaze to Harry's direction as he hurriedly walks towards them with a beaming face. He closed the distance between them and threw his arms around Trisha and hugged her, much to Des surprise.

Trisha hugged him back, cooing. "Happy birthday" She whispered in his ear and after a few moments, Harry pulled back, blushing.

"Thank you" He whispered, darting his eyes around and a sad look crossed his face followed by a quiet sigh. "He didn't come?" He asked in a whispered voice, so only Trisha could hear.

Trisha chuckled softly, pinching his cheek. "Of course he came, he just went outside to talk to Liam" She murmured lowly, glancing at Des who was still staring at them with a surprising look.

Harry breathes a sigh of relief and Trisha was rewarded with an adoring smile from him as he hugs her again then he turns to his father, and hugged him.

"I thought you had forgotten about me" Des grimace, causing Harry to giggle as he places a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm going to look for Niall, I will be back" He said, then Des frowned. "But I thought he was with you?"

"Yeah um he was, but he stepped outside to make a call and I haven't seen him since" He lied, avoiding Des suspicious look.

"Alright, be careful" Des murmured, giving him a knowing look.

Harry's smile broadened into a grin and he placed another kiss on his father's cheek. "Okay Daddy" He said then Trisha's smile dropped and shifts her gaze to Des with a *what a hell look*

Harry walked away at a brisk pace then Trisha raised her eyebrows at Des. "I thought you said I'm the only one who calls you Daddy"

Des opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again, he cleared his throat and scanned his eyes around to check if someone might inadvertently eavesdrop on their conversation before he responded. "Harry has been calling me Daddy since he was a baby"

"I don't care" Trisha muttered, narrowing her eyes at him. "You told me I'm the only one who calls you Daddy which means nobody, including your own son, should call you Daddy, or should we look up in the dictionary for the definition of only for you"

Des let out a loud sigh. "It will be difficult for Harry to suddenly stop calling me Daddy" He uttered somewhat defensively.

"What's so difficult with that, just tell him to call you Dad or Papa. I don't like sharing. You know that" Trisha glare at him.

"I know, I know" Des murmured with a sigh, glancing around again. "Look let's go upstairs to my office and talk about this privately, please"

Trisha squirts her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. "Lead the way" She whispered and Des led her upstairs, down a long hallway, and opened the last door to the left. She entered then Des closed the door behind them, heaving a deep sigh and seemly preparing for a lengthy talk.

"I miss you" He murmured, then Trisha glance at him and rolled her eyes.

"Stop ignoring my calls and texts. I'm really sorry about what happened. I haven't been able to sleep properly since that day"

"You deserve it for leaving my horny ass all alone in your apartment to attend to a business meeting" She huffs.

"I know and I'm sorry" Des whispered, inching toward her and pulled her gently against him. With a groan, he buried his face in her neck.

"I will make it up to you, okay?" He softly says into her ear, trailing light kisses across her cheek and jaw.

Trisha pushed him slightly and slapped his shoulder as a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Bad old man" She whispered teasingly with a sweet, sultry smile.

"Bad old man err?" Des raised his eyebrows with a smirk. "I'll show.....

"Daddy!"

They jumped apart, just in time with Harry bursting through the door and striding towards them with a frustrated look.

"I can't find Mr. Malik" He whines then Des and Trisha sigh a mixture of contentment and relief when they realized Harry didn't catch them or suspect anything.

"Why are you looking for him? I thought you were looking for Niall?" Des asked with a small frown.

"Um, nothing I just want to talk to him about something"

Harry's absurd explanation made Trisha and Des stare at him with an inconceivable look.

"I'm sure he must be somewhere in the house, have you checked the garden?" Trisha asked.

"Yes" Harry sighed loudly with a pout. "I'm gonna ask Niall to help me look for him" He said and just as he was about to walk out of the room, Des voice halted his steps. "Harry wait, I want to talk to you for a minute"

Harry groaned and whirled around, to face him.

"Henceforth, I want you to call me Dad or Papa, okay?"

Harry knitted his brows into a small frown. "Why?" He asked with a confused expression.

"Well um because Dad or Papa sounds cool" Des enunciate the only explanation he could think of at that moment, hoping Harry would take the bait.

Harry stare at his father for a long moment and shrugged. "Okay Daddy" He said unconsciously then quickly strode out of the room.

Des let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his forehead as though Harry's reply just gave him a headache.

"That went well" Trisha mumbled from behind and Des turned around, looking at her. "I told you it will be difficult"

"Yeah I can see that, don't worry, I know who can stop him from calling you Daddy" She uttered, stepping around Des but he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"Where are you going? We are not done"

"Relax, we will continue tonight at our usual place" Trisha mumbled, leaning against him with a knowing smile.

"Tonight?" Des brows shot up in doubt, his arms holding her in a loose embrace.

"Yeah, we will have a role play" She whispered as her hand trails down his chest. "I will be the sweet innocent red riding hood and you'll be the big bad wolf"

"I like the sound of that" Des murmured with a satisfied smirk playing across his lips. He slid his hands up Trisha's body and cradled her face with his hands, then leaned down and kissed her lips briefly.

"Oh my, what a sweet mouth you have" Trisha whispered teasingly against his lips and Des replied with a soft chuckle. "The better to eat you out with"

She bit her lower lip and used her hand to cup Des member through his jeans and squeezed it lightly. "See you tonight, Daddy" She whispered with a sultry look, before blowing him a kiss and walks away with Des staring at her ass.

After Trisha closed the door, Des suddenly recalled telling Harry that he has cleared his entire schedule for the weekend, and also their plans to visit Harry's grandma early tomorrow morning. He began tapping his fingers on his desk, trying to think of a lie to tell his son so he can spend the night and possibly, tomorrow morning with Trisha.

"I will cross that bridge when the time comes" He whispered to himself and went behind his desk to switched on his laptop and order for the wolf costume to be delivered in his other apartment.

Trisha tried to call her son, but she couldn't get ahold of him and texted Mr Payne, asking of their whereabouts. Then Mr Payne texted her back with their location. She followed his directions and went at the back of the house, following the foot path through the garden then she heard the sounds of fountains and walked towards that direction and found them sitting across each other in deep discussion, under a shaded patio.

"There you are" She said with sigh, walking towards them as both men averted their gaze at her. Mr. Malik rolled his eyes at her interruption while Mr. Payne acknowledged her with a nod.

"Zayn, I want to talk to you" She mumbled, sitting beside Mr. Payne and facing her son.

Mr. Payne stood up to give them privacy but Trisha asked him to stay and without beating around the bush, she went straight to her question.

"What name does Harry calls you when you two have sex?"

Mr. Malik's mouth gaped at his mother's embarrassing question while Mr. Payne stared at her and his friend with a perplexed look, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Mother that's private" Mr. Malik uttered with a frown.

"Well it's not private when Harry calls my man Daddy"

"Your man?" Mr. Malik blinked, trying to make sense of what his mother had just said. "Mother, are you seeing someone?" He asked dumbfounded, and Trisha rolled her eyes.

"Of course, do you think a fine woman like me will remind celibate till I die?"

Mr. Malik stared at her, too stunned to speak, and saw Mr. Payne giving him a questioningly look and he made an expression to show that he was as surprised about this just as Mr. Payne was.

He let out a loud sigh, trying to mentally grasp what he mother meant by Harry calling her man Daddy. He gaze at his mother, still confused, and spoke. "But the only one Harry calls Daddy is...

And then realization crossed his face and his eyes widened "Your lover is Harry's father!" He whispered yelled.

"Mother, you can't, I'm involved with his son"

"I didn't know he was Harry's father until you introduced us few minutes ago" Trisha said defensively.

"How could you not know? His name is Des Styles?"

"Well, there are a lot of people with that name and besides, he told me his name is Desmond Styles, not Des Styles"

"Des is the short name for Desmond" Mr. Malik whispered yelled and groaned loudly.

"I didn't know" Trisha said with a shrug. "Anyway I'm here to tell you to talk to Harry so he can stop calling my man Daddy, and refer that title to the rightful owner which is you"

Mr. Malik narrowed his eyes at her. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Just like the other night" He said, gritting his teeth.

"No I didn't, Desmond feelings for me are as genuine as mine for him, and besides I've already told you I was seeing someone"

"No, you didn't" Mr. Malik retorted.

"Yes I did, remember that morning at breakfast with Harry when I said, I've been there, done that and I'm still doing it"

Mr. Malik stares at his mother for a long moment in disbelief and leans back against his seat, palming his face with both hands.

"Am I missing something here, cause there seems to be some kind dispute between you two?" Mr. Payne asked with raised brows, glancing at both mother and son.

Mr. Malik didn't answer, and Trisha responded. "He's still mad at me for what happened the other night" She replied.

"What other night? And how come I'm just hearing of it?"

"He didn't tell you?" Trisha's brows lifted in surprise and Mr. Payne shook his head, then she shifted a faintly amused gaze at her son before speaking.

"During the night of the charity event, I called Zayn that I wanted to see Harry. Initially, he didn't want to but I convinced him that I will be discreet"

"So he agreed and bought Harry home but he came inside the house first and left Harry sitting in the car and we concurred, that he'll have to wait few minutes in his office so I can talk to Harry, and when Harry came inside the house, I intentionally spilled coffee all over his dress and told him to take a shower in Zayn's room, and when Zayn came back a few minutes later to take Harry home, I told him how Harry cried because of his unreasonable behavior and splashed my coffee on him, pretending to be angry for making my baby cry"

Trisha suppressed a chuckle when she caught her son looking at her with a deadly glare and continued. "So Zayn went to his room to take a quick shower and then take Harry home"

"And let me guess, he saw Nefertari naked and he couldn't keep his hands off?" Mr. Payne chimed in with an amused tone.

"Just like I predicted" Trisha smirked, as they both glance at Mr. Malik glaring at them with a furious look, and they burst into laughter.

"You deserve an Oscar" Mr. Payne applauded her.

"I know right" Trisha chuckled softly, averting her eyes at her son who was still glaring at her.

"Oh lighten up and appreciate what I did to you" She said, rolling her eyes.

"If you're done, can you leave" Mr. Malik gritted through his teeth.

"Anyway, what are you two discussing General?" Trisha directed the question to Mr. Payne, paying no attention to her son's words.

"The final phases of the plan" Mr. Payne replied.

"Kwame and I met yesterday, and we came up with a plan, that he will convince Nefertari to ask Rameses Zayn on a date as his birthday present, then Nefertari will start doing few things to see if it will jog Rameses Zayn to remember something"

"Please add me to the plan" Trisha said excitedly.

"Mother no!" Mr. Malik disagreed but Trisha paid no heed to him.

"Tell Kwame to tell him to wear the bracelet I gave him then I will see it, and suddenly remember something"

"Mother, Nefertari was wearing that bracelet a few days ago and you didn't remember anything. If you do that now, it will look suspicious"

Trisha groaned loudly. "This is all your fault" She said, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I can't take this anymore, pretending not to remember him. When will this be over so we can all go back?" She said with annoyance.

"By the end of next week, I would have remembered everything, then Nefertari and I will makeup and Kwame will mysteriously figure out a way to send us back" Mr Malik explained.

"Oh I can't wait" Trisha whispered with a beaming smile.

Mr Payne nodded. "Yeah, me too, I'm taking Niall with me"

"Do you want me to help you like how I helped my ungrateful son?" Trisha smiled at Mr Payne.

"Please. It's hard, seeing him and not touching him" Mr Payne pleaded.

Trisha smile widened, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry I know what to do"

"Thank you" Mr Payne murmured in relief, then he spots someone standing by the patio door and a curse escaped his lips, Trisha followed his gaze, then her grin faded and her face drained of color as a frighten look crossed her features.

"What?" Mr. Malik asked, wondering what had caused his General and his mother to look like they've seen a ghost. He followed their gaze, glancing over his shoulder and his eyes widened when he saw who it was then a prolonged dead silence followed.

Trisha let out a shaky breath, unable to keep her silence any longer and her lips quivered as she began speaking.

"How-how much did you hear of our conversation?" She asked, trying to not look like she was about to faint and forced a smile, just in case....

Just in case...

And from the look on Harry's face,

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He heard everything.

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*Sips my pineapple juice* 😇

So.....

How many of you knew Rameses Zayn, the Queen and the General were pretending all along without doubts?

And kwame, I bet no one saw that coming? Lol 🤣

That was why I said I was nervous at the beginning of Chapter 31, not because of what I wrote but because Kwame was on a mission. 😅

And to the readers asking why Rameses Zayn wasn't saying anything regarding Harry's belly, well this a small portion from chapter 28. 🙃

I know some of you have been wondering why this author made Harry address his father "Daddy" instead of Dad or papa. 😅

Well.. the main reason was because of this part of the story. When I was plotting the storyline my head and I got to this part, I wanted a little drama before Harry would find out the truth. I didn't want Trisha, Rameses Zayn and the General to just be sitting there, talking and Harry will over hear their conversation, Nahin.

I wanted something different, then the little voice in my head was like

Hey why don't Harry call Des "Daddy" from the beginning of the story and when you get to this chapter, Trisha will be in a secret relationship with Des, then during Harry's birthday, Trisha will hear Harry calling his father "Daddy" and she'll get mad and confront Zayn and be like...

Why are you letting Harry call my man Daddy then Zayn will be like Mum! you can't date Harry's father, and they will end up saying few things then BAM! Harry will over hear them be like 😲

I'm crazy 🤣

Anyway...

Thoughts on the Chapter

Thoughts on Harry (what should he do?)

Thoughts on Rameses Zayn

Thoughts on the Queen

Thoughts on Kwame

Thoughts on the General

Thoughts on Niall

Thoughts on Trisha and Des relationship 😈

Thanks for reading, stay safe.❤️