Meeting with bad

- What could be so serious that I couldn't talk about it over the phone or on Facebook? - He narrows his brown eyes at me. - He didn't hurt you, did he? Because I don't want any trouble, he's my friend and I honestly don't remember anything about that night. I'm only doing this for your hot redhead friend.

I rolled my eyes.

- You know she's not going out with you, right? - I let out unpretentiously.

A deep laugh ripples through the room, and when I look at him, I realize he's actually amused by what I'm saying.

- Yeah, I know. She's too hot for me anyway. But you can't judge me for trying. - He shrugs his shoulders as if it's nothing.

We walk through the house and I'm not stopped again, when we're in a very familiar hallway, full of pictures from Luck's childhood, Antony stops.

- I really shouldn't be doing this, Luck will fucking kill me if he finds out I've brought a piece of pussy here today.

- I'm not a piece of boc...- I don't even complete it, irritated.

He gives me an apologetic look.

- Well, I don't know if talking about it will help. But he's engaged... and he seems happy, a peculiar kind of happy, but he seems uh, happy.

- I know, it's not about that.

Now he's looking at me curiously.

- Well, your mood today...well, it's a bit unstable.

- I'll deal with it. - I tried to convince myself that I wasn't as scared as I thought. But he's clearly read my expression. - I just need to show him something. - My hands were so sweaty that they were wetting the envelope containing the results of an ultrasound scan, already crumpled by the force with which I was holding it. - I'm pregnant," I said quietly. Why, I thought he hadn't heard. Then, Antony, the corner of his mouth curved up sadly.

- I-I really shouldn't have brought you here. - He looked nervous.

I bit back a groan of anguish.

- But since you're here, I won't stop you from talking to him. - Complete. - Just... just leave me out of this mess. - He runs a hand over his face in frustration and then turns to leave.

I hurried down the corridor of photos until I was facing the double doors, which were just leaning against each other. I pushed them away a little and saw him in the reflection of the mirror, knotting his tie.

Damn... Damn... Damn... What do I do now? Unsure, I almost went back without saying anything, but it was too late. I was afraid of your reaction, afraid of everything. I kept looking at your reflection in the mirror and the moment you saw me, your face turned into one of disgust.

- How did you find me here? - he said rudely, walking towards me.

direction.

My first reaction was to back away, but I took over. "I just went upstairs," I said, unable to look him in the eye.

- What do you mean you just went upstairs? What kind of fucking security is that? - He spat aggressively. Then he turned around and walked towards the cell phone on the bed.

- Security...

- Please, Luck...

- ... there's someone

- I don't want any trouble...

We spoke in unison.

I entered the room, heading towards him before my courage collapsed.

- I'm pregnant! - I shouted at once, so that he would hang up the phone.

Everything went silent.

- What? - he said, still holding the phone to his ear. - Ignore it," he said into the phone. - It's no big deal, just a mistake. - And he hung up.

- What are you talking about? - He advanced violently, causing me to recoil again.

- I'm pregnant," I said, my voice shaking.

He looked at me as if I were a piece of garbage.

He took the envelope from my hand and looked at it for a few moments.

- And what the fuck does that prove? - he said sarcastically. - This baby could be anyone's. - He threw the envelope towards me.

- What does it prove? What do you think? I gave you my virginity, you idiot! - I raised my voice, tired of being humiliated. - I gave you my first kiss. - I snapped, my voice rising with anger, but I couldn't stop the tears coming down.

- I don't remember you acting like a virgin," he said with an evil smile. - And besides, where do you think this situation is going to take us? What did you come here for? I think you remember well that I have a fiancée and future commitments that don't involve fathering a baby that might not even be mine.

He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne. Then a grim smile crept across his lips.

- And on top of that, you want me to believe that you, a poor little rich girl, were innocent - He pauses dramatically and smiles as if I've just told him a very funny joke - And a virgin? You didn't look like a virgin when I fucked you.

Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I run my hand down my face wiping away the tears.

- If only I'd known... - I swallow back the tears that form, not letting them fall again for him. - If I had known who you really were, I would never have slept with you. I would never have gone to that party. I only came here to tell you that I'm pregnant and that the baby is yours!

He raises a thick eyebrow, looking handsome, beautiful even, but it's the kind of beauty that notorious serial killers use to lure their victims. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he killed for sport.

- I think you're a great actress, girl. - He gives me that nervous smile again. But every month a whore like you comes to me saying she's pregnant with me. Is that what they want after all? A rich guy like me, handsome, successful. But that's not going to happen, not to me and not to you. Is that a solution you want?

I gritted my teeth, disgusted by your accusations.

- You can bet I wouldn't want that at all. - I said bitterly.

- You know what? - he said, walking past me and bumping into turbulence. He returned a few minutes later. - Here! - he said, leafing through a thick bundle of green notes held together by a rubber band and throwing them at me. I grabbed it out of reflex.

- What does this mean?

- Your solution. You said you didn't want this. Well, neither did I. With that kind of money you could pay a butcher to take this thing out.

- "I never said I was going to take the baby out," I said, reinforcing the word baby.

He lowered his gaze. When he stood up, it was that violent Luck I'd seen for ages.

- I swear, if you do anything to harm me... - he said, moving closer. This time I didn't move away, I was tired of being scared. I looked right into his eyes when he came face to face with me.

Luck whispered softly:

- Who knows? - He ran his hand over my flat belly, not taking his eyes off mine. - I won't get this baby out of here myself. Simple accidents cause miscarriages all the time.

I shuddered at the coldness in his voice.