5. The Talk pt.2

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{ The Talk pt.2 }

The door slowly opens with a creak as I push it. I quickly turn my gaze to the ground when the door is half open. I didn't want to look at him just yet. I knew that if I did, I would lose my train of thought and the urge to throw up would come back, but this time it wouldn't be from morning sickness. It would be from the nerves going through me at the moment.

 

"Well, you're certainly not dressed for an interview." His voiced reached my ears. He sounded so manly with the deepness it had. It was one of those voices that as soon as you heard it, you knew the owner of it must be hot. I tried to remember, as best as I could, of his face; but I couldn't. As much as I wanted to look up, I didn't. My gaze remained on the ground beneath me. "Since, you're the last person of the day, I'll let it slip....Please take a seat" he continued.

 

I did as I was told and took a seat on a nice leather chair that was in front of his expensive looking modern desk. It was probably for the best that I did take a seat anyways. I heard his foot steps come closer until the stopped next to the desk. I needed to just suck it up and look at him. I can’t hide behind my fallen hair if I want him to know I’m being serious about what I was going to say. My heart was beating rapidly as I slowly lifted my head to look at him. First came the view of his desk, then it was the neatly piled papers on the desk. The desk then disappeared and I was met with a chest and broad shoulders covered in a black suit. My gaze continued to travel up and I saw his neck, then his throat along with his adam’s apple. Finally, it was his face. He has a nicely shaped face. His eyes of course were still the piercing blue eyes with the violet specks. His nose was the perfect size and shape for him and he had a strong jaw line. His lips looked so freaking soft and kissable. I just wanted to reach over the desk and attack him with no merc- woah! What the hell was I just thinking?! Yes he’s hot, but dang what was that….must be the hormones you get when you’re pregnant...

 

Focusing back on the situation at hand, I saw him looking at me with wide eyes. Slowly his face changed from shock into something else. A smirk made it’s way on to his lips, “Look at this. It is a small world after all…..You do remember who I am, right?” Of course I remembered who he was. He’s the freaking guy that got me pregnant!

 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I remember you….and everything else,” I quietly mumbled the last part. When should I tell him? Do I do it now or should I work my way into it?

 

“You know, I tried looking for you after I realized you had left the club,” He tried looking for me? This was something I sure as hell didn’t expect to hear. “I left after our little...tango to grab something for us to eat and when I came back, you were gone. I must say, not many women capture my attention the way you did.”

 

I didn’t know what to say to him. So I just sat there staring at him. He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk until he was standing right in front of me. He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “So let me guess; you found out who I was and came here looking for a job. Maybe thinking that since we had a night together I would easily give it to you. Then once you got the job, you and I would be having endless sex over my desk here,” he patted his desk. This guy is so freaking vulgar. He actually thinks I came here for a job and to have sex with him. Only if he knew what I was really here for and soon he will. “Don’t worry, mio bella, you got the job...including the sex.”

 

That was it, I didn’t come here to be seen as some easy fuck to a billionaire. I stood up and glared at him with my own smirk, knowing I was going to burst his little arrogant bubble. “I’m pregnant.”

 

His eyes widen at the words that came from my mouth. He was silent for a couple of seconds before his composure relaxed, “Why would I care if you’re pregnant. That is none of my business, it only means we won’t get to have sex when you begin to show.” I rolled my eyes at this guy. I took a breath and looked him straight in the eyes, “You should care because it’s yours. I didn’t come here for some job interview, I came here to tell you that in seven months; you’re going to be a father.”

 

He glared at me as he completely stood up. His body was tense as he took as step closer to me, “Look, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, but I’m sure as hell not falling for it."

 

"I'm not playing anything. I really am pregnant!" He was really pushing my buttons now. He does nothing but just glare at me. If this was a cartoon, I’m sure smoke would be coming out of his ears as his face turned red. He really thought I was joking, and that made him furious by the looks of it. However, I wasn’t done trying to get my point across,whether he liked it or not.

 

“Whether you like it or not, Mr. Big Shot, this unborn child is yours!” I glare at him as my annoyance and anger intensifies.

 

He stares at me for what seems like hours until he finally laughs, “Liar.” At this point I probably looked just like him when I told him the baby was his. I could feel my face get warmer as the anger rose. “For all I know, that ‘baby’ you say you’re carrying, could be someone else’s kid. You're just after my money and thought that I could be fooled into believing it was mine,” he snorts and steps away from me to get a drink from the a glass bottle- filled with brownish liquid in it- from a table off to the side. “Then, you will demand money out of me. Isn’t that right? But here’s the thing, I don’t believe the crap that is coming out of your mouth. Though, I will admit that when I first saw you; I was interested. Now, you’re just some pathetic person who thinks I will believe that you’re carrying my fucking baby,” he laughed once more.

 

I couldn’t take it anymore. Warm tears began to gather in my eyes at the anger I was feeling. I wasn’t going to take this crap. The main reason I came here was to tell him about it. He deserved the right to know just like my baby deserved the right to know who her or his father is. “Look, I didn’t come here for your stupid money. You could shove it up your ass for all I care. The only reason I came here, was to let you know that you are going to be a father. You deserved the right to know. I’m not asking for you to take responsibility; I could take care of this baby myself. I just wanted you to know…,” my throat felt as if it was closing and I couldn’t swallow the ball that had built up in there. After a moment, my anger had disappeared and was replaced with pity. But it was pity not for me, but for him. I pitied the fact that he was so into thinking he was great because he had money and everyone was after him for it. I pitied him for the fact that he might not ever get to meet his child.

 

I could feel the tears wanting to fall and trail down my cheeks. So, I turned around and left his office; not once looking back. I had nothing to do with Alexandro Giovanni anymore. This was my child now, I will be the mother and father figure in it’s life.

 

I raised all the way down to the main floor ignoring the people that looked at me. They probably wondered why some girl was running and crying. Pushing my way through the building’s doors, I took a breath composing myself and waved at a taxi. The taxi stopped in front of me letting me get in. I told him the address to my hotel and we were off.

 

The entire taxi ride I managed to keep myself from crying. I didn’t want the taxi driver to think I was some weird girl crying in his cab. As soon as we arrived and I paid him, I went straight to my room to take a shower to relax and then get some food into my system.

The rest of the day passed by with me crying here and there at what had happened with Alexandro and him not wanting the baby or believing me. Other times, it was me getting mad all over again at him for thinking I was some gold-digger after his freaking money and for calling me pathetic.

 

I was currently sitting on the hotel’s bed with a tub of chocolate chip mint ice cream and watching re-runs of Teen Wolf season 2. I was about to put another spoon full of ice cream in my mouth as I watched Stiles and Derek get trapped in the pool by the Kanima when a knock on the door came. I groaned and lazily stood up fixing my sleeping shorts, walking to the door as another knock came. I made it to the door and opened it, but I never expected to see this person in front of me.

“We need to talk.”

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