Pregnant For Mr Perfect

PROLOGUE

"Do you know what she told me?" He asked, sounding so desperate and deeply troubled, his friend was listening to him keenly without interrupting, "I said TRUTH OR DARE?"

"She said TRUTH; I'm pregnant for you Mr. Perfect."

His friend's eyes widened in shock. "What did you say?" he asked, barely able to believe what he'd just heard.

"I didn't know what to say," he replied, looking shell-shocked. "I was so stunned, I just sat there, completely frozen."

"How could she say something like that?" his friend asked, clearly dumbfounded.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure she's not joking."

"That's a pretty serious accusation to make, especially if it's not true," his friend said. "Do you think she's telling the truth?"

Mr. Scott didn't know how to answer that question.

"Did you sleep with that Razz lady?" His friend pressed further and he fought back to deny that question.

"It was a mistake! I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!! I just..." He didn't know how it happened, he was angry with her, he had dared her and she didn't back out.

He had been angry...he always went into a series of arguments while she always shouted back just like she used to. He was driven by anger for her sauciness and dirty words. And then ... "It was a mistake Ollie."

His friend heaved a sigh of frustration, "This is a big mess David. How are you going to deal with that kind of girl? I mean how did you even sleep with her? Miss Dustfinger? How did you even do it?"

"I don't know. I don't even know what I'm going to tell my girlfriend. Natalie will be so mad at me."

"Then deny the pregnancy."

"What?"

"Yes, if you don't deny that pregnancy, your grandmother will make you marry her. You know her so well, this is like an ample opportunity for her to get you married."

Another of Scott's fears bursted, "I don't want to get married and not to Her!! That girl is not a human being! She should've been born a boy! Have you even seen her body? So masculine! Bones everywhere!!"

"Can we call her and have a talk with her?"

Scott rolled her eyes, "That's like jumping out from frying pan into fire. That girl has no sense. I think she should have some criminal records because she acts like one who escaped from prison. I don't even want to talk to her. She's so dirty! She don't even wash properly especially her hair." He gave a disgusting look remembering how messy her hair always is at work.

"But you still slept with her."

"I don't know how that happened."

"That's why I'm suggesting we invite her over and have a chit chat with her."

Mr. Scott was still unsure about that. "I don't know," he said, his brow furrowed in thought. "I'm afraid she'll just try to manipulate me or Natalie. I don't know what she's capable of but I know she's very destructive and selfish."

"That's why I'll be there," his friend said, his expression serious.

"I'll help you keep things calm and under control. I won't let her take advantage of you or Natalie. I promise."

Mr. Scott considered this, and after a moment, he nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's do it."

CHAPTER ONE

TRUTH OR DARE

DAHILA

Dustfinger this. Dustfinger that. He is the one who always loved to get on my nerves! It's so bad that I'm always the one to be blamed for his rudeness! Argh!! I winced as I nearly cut myself with a knife. I looked at the apple I was peeling and tossed it back into the plate giving up on it as I reached for my phone.

It's annoying the way everyone always blames me. Team manager will say:

He's our boss, give him some respect.

He deserves respect from us!!!

Who said so? That man?

Right from the first day I walked into his office and he looked at me with his stupid demeaning eyes and mocked my name.

"Dahila Dustfinger, is that even someone's name?" He had remarked sheepishly.

That's when I knew that we would never get along in that company. I hate him. My whole body always cringes whenever I see him walk into the company every morning trying to act nice and handsome when he's nothing but a bag of garbage.

His curly hair gets me wanting to throw up every time I see him. What's he feeling like most times when he tries to show off his stupid set of teeth which are nothing but the rod of the rings in front of my eyes.

"Why don't you like our boss?" One of my team mates and close friends at work, Cynthia asked me one day over the cafeteria after he had walked in to get himself a coffee.

"Because he's not likable." I had answered watching him, his sleeves rolled up to show off the stupid hairs on his arm, I mean, what's so romantic about getting someone's sleeve rolled up like that?

It's romantic on all the guys I've seen but always looks so stupid on him. Nothing suits him. Just being annoying suits him better.

"I just hate him." I had openly admitted not minding the consequences of what I had told her and she was giving me surprised looks but I didn't mind.

"He's too perfect for you to say you hate him." She replied looking at me strangely but I didn't mind.

"That word perfect makes me hate him more. Are you sure he's not gay?" I asked because he sometimes acted like one.

A stupid gay male. Always jumping around like a little frog when he steps on a little dirt or when someone shakes him with a sweaty hand.

Ugh!

"Hey stop that! He has a girlfriend."

I chuckled. "He has a girlfriend? How is she coping with him?" Oh! I pity the poor soul, how is she dealing with the garbage? I mean, doesn't she ever feel the need of offloading that garbage in a nearby dustbin.

"What does she even like in him? Some girls have a really bad taste in men."

"Did you wash your hair today Dahila?" Cynthia asked me and my blood began to boil, her voice sounded so much like him. With his eyes staring at me with so much disdain whenever he asked me that question.

"I will wash it this weekend."

"This weekend?" She furrowed her brows, "The week just started Dahila."

I shrugged and poked my nose with the edge of my fork softly so I wouldn't injure my nose. "I don't have time to wash my hair, I'm busy."

"Busy? What's your definition of being busy Dahila because I've never seen you as a busy person."

I stopped poking and glared at her. She's already crossing the boundary, "Cynthia, eat your food or get out."

Because I don't know why I should be getting scolded in my own place of work.

My mom will scold me at home whenever she comes around, my dad will fill my ears with talks on adulthood, insist on taking me to youth seminars and hook me up on blind dates which ended up drastically. Oh yeah! I always crashed my blind dates because I hated all of them.

And now at work, when I'm supposed to be getting a lot of freedom, someone of no importance in my life is also telling me how to live it.

First, Mr. Perfect and now, she wants to add herself to the cart.

She stood up carrying her tray and leaving me alone. And that was better for me. At least I could eat in peace.

But that night, two days ago, was a mistake. He had started it. He was yelling at me for barging into his office without knocking. I was explaining myself.

"I knocked, you just don't have ears Mr. Boss." I replied while he closed his nose.

"Damn! You smell! How could a full grown woman be smelling like this!! Do you even use roll-on?"

I had rolled my eyes, I desperately fought back the whole strength in me not to hit his face. I wanted to scratch out his eyes, a mark which will always be indelible on his face.

"A full grown woman! Oh my God. I'm just going to keep you in this company for one year! That's the deal I had with my grandmother over workers I employ into the company, don't let me lose my patience..." he said.

"Lose it!!!" I interrupted, "That you're some boss doesn't mean I can't beat you up. You want to fire me, I keep on waiting patiently for the day you will do that." I stepped closer to him.

Height to height and eyes to eyes. I was almost taller than him because of my heels on my feet. He was drunk, and was still nursing a glass of whiskey.

And that's when he started his stupid game again, "Truth or dare." He had said and I scowled. I hate backing out from his silly games so easily.

"Dare." I replied opposite of what I used to say; TRUTH, I had wanted something for a change.

"I dare you to kiss me."

DAVID

You see, that day was a big mistake for me. I didn't mean it when I said she should kiss me.

I was trying to scare her away. I mean, she was being dared to kiss a hottie like me and as a woman with some dignity, she should've backed off screaming defeat but she didn't. She grabbed on to me and kissed me more than I could've imagined.

I sat up on my bed, my eyes blinking as I stared at my room and at the window where the moonlight was filtering into the room.

I touched my lips feeling disgusted once more. I got down from my bed and rushed into my bathroom and began to brush all over again.

She must've been insane to have kissed me. I must've been mad to make that dare become something else I'm regretting so deeply.

"Arrrggh!!! Dustfinger!!!" What has she done to me!! Why is a woman never scared and always standing up to me?

Is it because we are of the same height? She's one of the tallest girls in the company, could've been a model, but sorry, she lacks the body for it. And oops! Her face also betrayed her.

And her hair, jeez! Why didn't God make her a man? I would've made her my bodyguard or my bouncer. She would've been fit for that job but would she even survive beside me? Hell no, she's so dirty.

A girl who never washes her hair!! Sometimes she'd come to work with smeared coffees on her shirt or skirt.

She doesn't even have a good walking step, always stumbling on her heels. One day, I had seen her carrying her heels in her hand while walking barefooted on the floor.

Is she a child? I dropped my brush and reached for my mouth wash, I have to scrape every part of her which I've touched clean. She must be insane to have kissed me. Why would she do that? What if I dared her?

I reached for the face cream while getting out of my pajamas. I spread the cream over my face and applied it in gentle strokes, paying close attention to the contours of my jaw and cheekbones.

I picked up a loofah and scrubbed my arms and chest, my skin turning pink from the exfoliation.

I took my time, careful not to miss a spot, wanting to make sure that every inch of my body was clean and well-moisturized.

When I was done, I was satisfied with myself. At least, there's a lesser germ of Dustfinger on my body.

TWO MONTHS LATER

She barged into my office without knocking as usual. I guess she lacks the no knocking habits in her systems.

"What is it? Learn to knock!!!" I yelled out at her.

"Oops! Sorry," she said, smiling at me. I wish she could stop with the smile, she doesn't have a face to welcome that sort of expression on her face.

I had sat up, ready for her. I'm always ready for her. The fact that my own worker always keeps me on my toes, toying with my angry and annoying emotions every single time always makes me tense and on my toes. I prepared myself for any of her stupid moves on me.

She must be getting ahead of herself since we kissed the last time. I noticed that she has been avoiding me or should I say trying to make me notice her since our last kiss.

Maybe the big masculine idiot has fallen for me. Does she even know the torture she had put me through because of that single kiss?

I'm still extra cleaning myself up because of her.

She began to come close to me, I buttoned up my suit, staring and watching her every step and move until she said.

"TRUTH or DARE"

What's with the game? What is she scheming? What's her problem? Is she trying to do something nasty again?

"TRUTH," I replied boldly, I can't be scared of her. She's too small and big for me to be scared of.

Does she even know who I am? Does she know who my grandmother is? I will soon throw her out of the company, thank God she only has a few months left.

Her hands rested on the table glaring into my eyes. "Do you like bad news or good news?"

"I love both." I felt attacked by that question. She nodded her head and turned around heading towards the exit, I sprang up to my feet, I couldn't let her get away, "Truth or dare," she said. I wanted to know what she's thinking when she asked me that.

I said "Truth." She replied on a stand still, "I'm pregnant for you."

What?

She's pregnant for me?

How!!???

DOES SHE MEAN THAT MY PEN*S TOUCHED HER!

LIKE TOUCHED HER!!

OH MY GOD!!

I WANTED TO FAINT.

For two months, my body has been acting strange, I thought it was something I could handle.

Maybe a minor problem but it got worse each day. The worst part is, I haven't been able to see my period.

I thought I was going to die. Or maybe I have cancer.

"Mom__ cancer??"I had asked my mom as she came over to my house one evening sticking food into my refrigerator.

"What about cancer?" She asked, turning to look at me, "You have cancer?"

"No, I just feel like maybe I have it."

"Don't use words like that on yourself." She was saying and frowning at me at the same time, then she came over to my side. "What makes you think that?"

"I don't know but my body feels so strange. This body isn't mine anymore."

"Then whose is it?" She asked me, "Are you pregnant?" She asked all of a sudden and that cracked me up.

"Pregnant? Mom, that's ridiculous! I can't be pregnant."

She heaved and stood up. "You're just an impassive Dahila. I'm leaving before your dad starts looking for me." And she left.

At work, I always have to avoid that bastard. His face reminds me of that stupid dare which made me kiss him.

What was I thinking? How could I kiss a stupid guy like him? I don't even want to think about it. It's better I avoid him so as to avoid memories of that day.

"Miss. Dahila." Cynthia called so formally as she woke me up from sleep by knocking on my desk.

I raised up my head from the desk, I yawned and she covered her mouth immediately. "Why don't you yawn like a civilized Lady?"

"Why did you wake me up from sleep?"

She heaved at me. "Boss has been shouting. You haven't reported anything for over a week now."

I opened my laptop but I just feel too drowsy to do anything, "Why am I the only person writing a report in this company?" I complained. "I can't be doing this all the time for the whole company."

"Dahila, are you sure you're okay?"

I rolled my eyes at her, "Why won't I be okay?"

"I mean, you look pregnant."

I heard that word again. "I don't want to hear that again Cynthia." I warned with my eyes.

Why am I hearing that word lately?

"But I think you're actually pregnant Lady Dustfinger?"

What's with the Lady? Are we in the medieval period or something? "I'm not pregnant Cynthia."

"When was your last sex?"

"Whoa! Your handsome way of asking me why I'm still single right?" I scowled at her, "That's not funny and I'd appreciate it if you would leave my desk and let me be."

"You better check yourself Dahila. Get a pregnancy test when you're going home from work and check yourself up. I really think you're pregnant." She said and left.

Just look at her, how can someone suddenly decide that I'm pregnant by looking at me. Does it mean that every woman who vomits and sleeps a lot is pregnant?

I hate that girl. Forming a lady like in every situation in her life. Does she have to be so serious in her life? Sometimes slack off, it's good for the body too.

Tsk!

After work hours, I couldn't stop myself from entering a medic store to get myself a pregnancy test.

I wanted to prove Cynthia and my mother wrong by rubbing it to their faces tomorrow that I'm not pregnant.

I went into the bathroom.

I took the pregnancy test out of its packaging and followed the instructions.

My hands were drumming on the table as I waited for the results.

The minutes feel like hours as I stare at the test, waiting for a plus sign or a minus sign to appear.

Finally, the result is revealed – it's positive!

POSITIVE?!!

How?! I think this thing is broken. I better go get another one.

I went out again to a nearby store and bought three more pregnancy tests.

"Are you sure you don't sell expired products?" I asked the sales boy and he glanced at me as someone who must be insane to have said that.

But I'm not insane. I'm asking to be sure. I can't believe that the pregnancy test I used earlier is a broken one.

I left for home and went into the bathroom again.

As I sat on the toilet, I took out the new pregnancy tests I've just bought and followed the instructions.

I set a timer for three minutes and stared at the tests, waiting anxiously. After what feels like an eternity, the three minutes were finally up.

I took a deep breath and looked at the tests. All three of them showed a plus sign. I was in complete disbelief – could this really be true? I'm pregnant?!

How!!!

Am I a virgin Mary or something?

I need to see a doctor real quick before I mess up my head with disturbing thoughts like this.

*

NEXT DAY,

"You're pregnant." The doctor announced as he gave me my results.

"No, that's not true." I said, shaking my head and bursting out of laughter the next minute.

How can I be pregnant? Does it even make sense? How can I be pregnant when I've not had sex for so many years!

But the look on the doctor's face didn't show that he was lying.

No. No. I was shaking my head. Something is wrong somewhere.

I can't be pregnant. I'm sure about it.

But how am I going to explain why I haven't seen my period in two months?!

It's driving me crazy.

And the doctor says I'm pregnant. That means those pregnancy tests aren't broken but I'm the one who is the problem? Is there something I'm forgetting? Did something happen without my notice?

Well yeah! Mr. Perfect Punk from work kissed me two months ago and it's actually something I'm trying to format from my brain.

That's the only insane thing that happened to me recently, nothing else. Or is there something I'm missing out on!!!

"Uhm, do you think someone maybe..." I was shrugging, "Struggled into me, drugged me or maybe snuck into me and did insemination??"

"What?"

I sighed out. "I'm saying that I haven't had sex in ages and then you say I'm pregnant. It can only be that an imaginary man wants me to carry his child since..."

I remembered!

"I dare you to kiss me."...was not just a dare but a powerful one at that__ WE HAD SEX!!!

On his couch!

In his OFFICE!!!!

I gasped and covered my mouth immediately. My eyes were big and I was struggling to catch my breath.

Oh no!!! I was up to my feet. The doctor was looking at me. "You seem like you remember something now."

"But...that's..."

David has got to be kidding me!!! How did it happen? Does it mean that my body doesn't belong to me? Does it mean I belong to my body?

My body controls me instead of me being in control?

Ugh! What am I even saying?

What the heck is happening?!!

I knew that this man would be my downfall someday.

Mr. David Scott!!!

"What are you saying? That my pe*has it gone to you?" He asked, sounding so ridiculous in my ears.

Is that why he's screaming? Is this what he should be worried about at the moment? I'm pregnant!! This is the biggest surprise for myself when my twenty ninth birthday is just a few days away.

"Wait. Hold on." He was pacing around his office like a mad man, "Are you sure that's my baby?" He was running his hand through his hair__ not for anything but just to annoy me.

"What are you saying? If only you didn't put off a dare like that we won't be in this mess!"

"You could've avoided it! I was daring you!"

"You knew that your silly games never worked on me and yet, you pulled off that prank."

"You're one hell of an annoying woman! I'm not sure you're even telling the truth! It was only a kiss!!"

"Only a kiss? You didn't tell me you were a dog who gets horny because of a single mouth touch!"

"And you couldn't even resist me, that's why you clung onto me when I kissed you! Just a kiss..."

"I wish it was. I hate the thoughts popping into my head. I hate when I think that you actually stuck your thingy into me right in this very office. It makes me want to lose my senses!"

"And do you think I'm not traumatized to think that I did more than a kiss with you. Do you know how many days I washed my mouth kissing you."

I was getting exhausted when I shouldn't be.

I hate this man. I hate him so much and strangely I'm carrying his child.

All of a sudden, he scrambled out of the office and never came back again.

I'm going to abort this baby.

How am I going to explain this to my parents?

I'm so dead!

And how did I get home that day forgetting the fact that that shitty guy did something with me?!

Oh Dahila Dustfinger__ you've really dusted more than a finger this time.

DAVID

Ahhh!! What am I going to do!

I slept with her? How?? Just how I wasn't able to control myself and ended up sleeping with her. Not only did I sleep with her but__in my office!!!

And she's pregnant!!!

I scrubbed my private part like I've never done before. Should I cut it off? I have to cut off this long thing in between my legs. It has done more harm than good. He's the reason why I'm feeling so shitty right now.

And thanks brain for making sure I didn't know about this until the last moment. Don't you think you should be rewarded for being the best brain ever!

I hate my body.

My body betrayed me one big time.

How am I going to sleep without having a nightmare? How will I be able to get it off my head that I slept with DUSTFINGER!!!

That dirty witch which has been a pain in my neck since she came into the company.

Just when I was starting to get relaxed since she's got barely six months left to stay in the company__and something like this happened!!!

What am I going to do now?"

I tried to focus on my breathing, taking slow, deep breaths.

I tried to focus on the feeling of the floor beneath my feet, and the sounds around me.

I tried to name five things I could see, four things I could hear, three things I could feel, two things I could smell, and one thing I could taste.

I knew this was a mindfulness technique that could help bring me back to the present moment.

But it felt like my thoughts were too powerful to escape from.

DUSTFINGER is pregnant for you because of a mistakable moment...my mind kept whispering and it got me madder.

What am I going to tell Natalie? I haven't even thought about her. How would she feel?

I cheated on her! Oh my sweet angel.

I need to calm down and think. I need to calm down and speak to someone. I reached for my phone still naked and dialed Ollie's number.

"I'm in trouble Ollie, you need to come over to my house now!"

After one long and frustrating hour of waiting for my friend, he barged into my house.

"What happened?"

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We reached an agreement to go to her place, we drove in Ollie's car. I was angry and at the same time scared.

I don't want Natalie or my grandmother to get wind of this stupid news. I would be so dead.

"Are you sure she won't be razz as she used to be Ollie?"

"I don't know, we just have to try. We will have to talk about this."

We drove to her house in silence. As we pulled up, I could feel my heart racing. I took another deep breath and got out of the car.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. After a few moments, I heard footsteps coming and I prepared myself__ my mouth precisely.

I can't be caught off guard by her foul mouth.

An ugly girl with an ugly mouth. I sighed.

She opened the door and her face popped up.

She blinked twice, staring at me. I bet she didn't expect to see such a handsome man standing in front of her door.

Precisely coming from such an organized human being like me.

"Hey monkey!" She called.

Monkey?

I guess pregnancy hormones have started creeping into her. She has called me so many names but monkey__ she never called me that. I tried imagining what a monkey would look like.

"How can you call me monkey? That's disgusting!"

"A red monkey at that. What are you doing in my house?"

An ugly girl with a ugly mouth and a fucked up stature calls me A RED MONKEY!!!

How did I get to sleep with DUSTFINGER again?

Can anyone help me with an answer??

A plus sized American red Indian woman called Mrs. Scott was standing in her living room, wearing trainers while she stood in front of her king sized ring light as she fixed her phone into the handle.

She was going to make a tiktok video and post to talk about her endless beauty and how men will never let her go despite her old age.

"Hello sweeties." She said posing sexily and cutely in front of the camera but that's not what David saw when he walked into the living room.

He saw a wriggly old woman who desperately didn't want to accept the fact that she's already old.

"Grandma Scott, don't tell me you haven't quit this tiktok shit even after the backlash to the company."

"Oh come on. I have to show my babies that I'm aging backwards." She said giggling and turning around to show off her sagging buttocks. "Do you see babes? Your mama is hot."

David looked at her and rolled his eyes before he sighed out heavily. She stopped her video and stared at her grandson closely before smiling to herself.

"I heard you got someone pregnant."

He was shocked and he almost sprang up to his feet immediately. "Where did you hear that?"

She laughed while coming towards him. "I know everything David. You can't keep important and joyous matters like that away from me."

"How did you know about it? I clearly told that wacko girl not to say anything..."

"None told me anything." She sat down and grabbed a bottle of water which sat at the table all these while and opened it.

She took a sip and covered it up watching the funny expression on her grandson's face.

The jerky grandson who has sworn not to give her great grandchildren before she passes on.

So many times, he has rejected marriage proposals, girls she would go out of her way to get for him, he'd reject them and say__ MARRIAGE IS A WASTE OF TIME.

Isn't it God who caught him this time? She's so happy. Her friend's daughter who recommended she see a shaman to help her is such a good girl.

She introduced her to the popular Korean shaman who lives in New York. She had herself fly there just to see her.

She couldn't believe it when the shaman said he would get married until the news of David getting someone pregnant reached her ears.

"Grandma Scott, I don't know what you're thinking in your head while you stare at me like that but I'm not going to marry her. We've talked things out between us and we've agreed to abort the child and keep this under wraps."

"Abort the child?" She asked while he nodded his head. In his mind, he really thinks he'd win this time. She began to laugh, so hard that David became confused.

"Grandma."

"You really think you will abort my great grandchild?"

"What do you expect me to do then? Let her give birth to my child? Grandma come on, you know I don't like her. Or are you suggesting I marry her?"

"Yes." She snapped. "You're going to marry her."

"Hell no! Grandma you lie, I'm not going to marry her."

"You will marry her and that's final."

"I have a girlfriend who I love so much. I've betrayed her enough by cheating on her and getting someone else pregnant."

She shrugged. She was standing up and she was already leaving. "I think this is the best time I get to meet my in-laws."

"In-laws!!" She was almost at the exit door, "Grandma, you're kidding right? I can't marry someone like her. She's not beautiful! She's not attractive."

She halted in her tracks smiling from ear to ear. "And you still slept with her? Isn't that love?"

"That's..."

"Tidy the room for me please. Bye." She snapped and left the room while he screamed on top of his voice.

"Nooooooo!!!"

DAVID

No. No. I can't marry her! My grandma is joking! How can she say that so easily? Like she has been waiting for this moment her whole life.

We've sorted this out ourselves after several arguments but with the help of Ollie we reached an agreement of taking the baby out. She won't have the baby.

The hate is mutual. She proved it to me. She can't see herself carrying my baby just the same way I can't bear to see someone like her be the mother of my child.

And it was settled. No one would know about it.

I don't trust her but this time I had to force myself to trust that she's not going to let anyone know.

The only thing left is to call Natalie and speak to her. Convince her. Talk to her. And make her see reasons with me. That I'm really sorry about what happened.

She's not someone I should've cheated on. She's not someone I should've meddled with.

I've dated her for close to nine years and she never complained or whined about anything. I've never had such a smooth relationship like I did with her.

(Breathless) But then__ Dustfinger came and dusted my life. All this time!!! I've been __ I've been trying to condone her excesses, wishing that someday I will walk her out of my company.

Now, we kissed_Had SEX!! And now she's pregnant!

And Grandma Scott really wants me to marry her.

My phone rang, "Hello Ollie?" I answered without looking at the caller id.

"This isn't Ollie, it's me babe."

That's when I checked my phone screen. "Natalie?? Oh my angel? Are you okay? Are you back from the set?"

There was a brief moment of silence which got my heart ticking like a time bomb. "I heard what happened,"she said.

For God's sake!! Who's spreading this news!!! Dustfinger must've betrayed me and not kept her mouth shut like she promised!

I shouldn't have trusted her.

"Natalie, I can explain."

"It's okay. You've always been like that all your life. It's just that I failed to see it by always turning a blind eye."

"Natalie..."

"Are you going to marry her?"

"Heck no! I'm not going to marry her." I need to convince her, "How can I marry someone like that! You know how she is, I don't even know what I was thinking when I slept with her."

"David, you don't have to explain to me. I always knew that you have a thing for her since the first day she walked into your company and told you her name.

You told me by yourself that you hated her but there's not a minute when you don't talk about her."

"Natalie, you're seeing this the wrong way. We have to meet and talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about__"

"Are you free this evening?" I interrupted her. I didn't want her to turn me down. I need to explain and I want her to listen to me instead of assuming things which never happened.

She was silent and that silence was killing me. "Are you at home?" I asked.

"Yes, I just came back a few moments ago."

"I will be there in a jiffy." I hung up and rushed out of the house and headed towards her.

*

"Natalie." I called as I walked into her house. She came out of her room and walked towards me.

She was wearing a smile on her face or maybe she was trying so hard not to look angry in front of me.

"Hey." She said and gave me a bear hug before offering me a seat but I declined. I didn't come here to sit around. I'm here for something else.

"Natalie, I'm sorry that happened. I hate myself so badly because of what happened."

"David, it's okay. I understand."

"No," I shook my head. "You don't understand." I said, peering into her eyes.

How can she be so cool about this? Isn't she supposed to be crying and yelling at me? Isn't she supposed to be getting angry?,

"Natalie, I washed my mouth for months after I discovered that I kissed that ugly woman! It never occurred to me that I actually slept with her. There's no way I would've done that in my right senses."

"You were in your right senses David. Why can't you see it?"

"See what?"

"That you actually love that woman?"

"Love?"

I began to laugh. I can't believe that love can be so underrated and used anyhow, "This is love abuse Natalie."

She stepped closer towards me staring into my eyes. "I see it David. It's just so annoying and heartbreaking that you don't."

I clenched my fist. "We have agreed to take out the baby."

She was shaking her head, disagreeing with me and moving farther into her space while I followed her. "That's the best thing we can do Natalie." I added.

"And after you abort the baby? What next?" She turned to face me again, making me nervous with her question.

"What next??"

"Yes, what next? You will finally propose to me and then we will get married."

Oh no. I stepped back at this moment. My gaze dropped to the floor.

She just touched my weak point__ MARRIAGE.

"You see what I'm saying David. You just don't want to grow up yet."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We're breaking up David. This is actually going to be the end for us."

"Heck no!"

"No? Did you just say no David?" Her anger mode was finally turned on, "I've dated you for nine years! I've waited for you to define this relationship for nine good years David. And what do I get in return? A man who's always scared and afraid to take the next step! A man who did nothing but hurt me!"

"But we have all the time to sort this out..."

"Sort what out?" She snapped at me again, my heart was already falling out of my mouth. This is the first time Natalie reacted this way towards me.

"There's nothing to sort out again David. It's over for real this time."

DAHILA

There's actually a tiny creature growing in here. I asked myself as I stood in front of the dressing mirror in my closet and caressed my stomach.

My stomach was a bit hard and I could feel the lump as I tried to grab my navel. It stirred and tickled me.

Dahila Dustfinger. You really have some nerve. Getting pregnant when your career is a mess.

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When you're a lazy ass. You don't even know how to cook. How to take care of yourself and I want to take care of another.

Being another is not the actual problem but being David's child is. The thought of bringing a child who'd look like him into this world terrified me.

Someone who'd speak like him, with such a stupid foul mouth with that stupid hair which I hate so much.

Probably David had tried so many times to look down at me but can't because we're always at each other's reach. Eye ball to eye ball. That sweet feeling.

I'm going to abort this baby. Otherwise, I would die someday because of my hate for my father. I won't want to extend that sort of hatred to my own child who did me no harm.

TA-DA! Now it's time to eat and stuff our face with food. We have a lot of things to take care of starting tomorrow.

Alright, I moved over to the refrigerator and emptied whatever was left in there. I placed them on the living room table while I sat down to watch a movie and eat food at same time__talk about the best feeling EVER!

All of a sudden, I heard a knock on my door. I tried to ignore it but the knock persisted. Who could be coming to my house on a Sunday evening?

It can't be that bastard monkey? Can it? He suddenly came to my house yesterday for us to talk, he can't suddenly decide to come here again today.

I strictly warned him that I hate to see his face everyday. I might have a nightmare.

But the knock came again, I had no choice but to check the door. I opened the door to meet a fine looking man dressed in a blue suit and wearing dark sunglasses standing in front of my door.

"Good evening ma'am."

Wow! Such a polished man. Speak about men to be with_HIM. Not that annoying Mr. Perfect Punk who thinks the whole world should revolve around him because he's David Scott.

I hate his guts. Ugh! But I have to smile at this handsome dude standing in front of me.

"Good evening. How may I help you?"

"I was instructed to bring you to the SHELTONS Hotel."

Instructed?? Who? "Uhm__why?"

"Please this way." He guided me out while I followed him sheepishly to the car. He sat me down at the backseat and strapped a seatbelt around me.

What a gentleman. Awww. "Thanks." He drove me to the hotel and helped me out. I honestly don't know why I have to be casually dressed to a hotel twice as big as the normal hotels I've been to in my entire life.

Does it matter? I have this handsome gentleman by my side.

He led me to a table where I saw a luxurious money made woman sitting at the table with every part of her money screaming! Money and elder sister of money__which is MORE MONEY.

My jaw dropped as I drooled at her. When am I going to be this rich? Wear Gucci bags, Fendi, Fila? Nike? Balenciaga, Dior's? Heck no!

"Have a seat." The woman beckoned, smiling at me and I just sat like a dummy watching her.

"You should've made her dress a little bit better before bringing her out or don't you know her condition."

What condition please? My poverty condition? She's right, he should've made me dress up better if I'm going to come out here.

Damn! Never knew that there are women who screamed money, it's even in their voices.

She ordered expensive meals for us. I'm sorry but I couldn't resist not eating. How could I when there was fish! The head of TUNA was sliced and garnished before my very eyes.

Or steak? I can't resist! I had to eat up and she was looking at me this whole time. She kept ordering more food for me. I was full but I can't let all this food go away.

"Pack up these foods for her to take away." I heard her whispering and I instantly knew that I'm going to fall in love with this woman if I'm to spend a day with her.

But who is she? I haven't even asked. Maybe I shouldn't__

"So dear." She started trying to touch the back of my hand. "I heard you are carrying my great grandchild."

Huh? Great grand child?

Is this Mrs. Scott!!! The greatest woman of all time!!

"Yes I'm Mrs. Scott and I'm going to cut to the chase. How much do I have to spend in order to buy you."

"What...what..." I was shaking!! "I don't understand."

"Will half my wealth be enough to get you married to my son."

Half her wealth!!!!!! Oh damn! Where's David Scott? We're getting married tomorrow.