The CEOs pregnante maid

I'm pregnant

- ... everything has been prepared now," Summer added. I hadn't even realized she was still talking until my morning sickness took me by surprise.

- Yes... - I put my hand over my mouth. The table was full, there was all kinds of bread, cake and pancakes. - Thank you very much, it must have been a lot of work to cook all that...

She let out a hysterical laugh. - No! I ordered everything in the morning.

Of course.

- I'd rather not eat anything. I'm tired, if you don't mind, I'm going to my room.

- Madeleine won't like that at all," she replied.

- Look," I said. - You don't have to pretend to be my mother. - I snorted, stomped my feet and went upstairs.

I spent the day thinking about what I was going to do. Vivian was right, there was no way out of this situation without having an abortion. I hoped that at least one of them would call me and help me in some way, at least with a friendly word. What nonsense. What kind of support would they give to a lying friend?

I sat down on the small bed that was mine as a child and pulled out the small box I used to keep photos in, looking at each one. The summer before my father fell ill, he had given me a Teddy bear. The photo showed me happily holding him around a Christmas tree. It's one of the few good memories I have before he fell ill. I flipped through each photo, feeling tears run down my face. The memories were painful, which is why I had never been back. The house reminded me of more bad things than good. A few moments later, I put everything in its place and settled uncomfortably on the bed.

I'd had a bad night. Summer knocked on the door a few times and we had dinner together at the large dining table. Madeleine, on the other hand, didn't show up. I felt sorry for Summer, she had tidied up. Even though the food had been bought, she had taken the trouble to set the table. But apparently she didn't mind when my mother canceled dinner. I realized it was something she was used to. Being stepped on by Madeleine.

It was strange of me to laugh about it internally, knowing that she wasn't like that only with me?

- She's very busy," she said, taking her seat. - But as soon as you go to New York, you'll be able to spend more days together. - She smiled with concern, a smile that barely reached her eyes.

Later, when I went upstairs, my cell phone vibrated on the dresser. I picked it up,

it was Alice.

- Err... uh... Nicole... It's just that... um...

- Hello Alice - I replied sadly.

- Hello, darling - she sighed. - I can't be on the phone long, I'm driving. - She stifled a smile. - It's just that if you still want to sort it out...

It took me a while to understand what that meant.

- Ah... uh... the b...b... - I added awkwardly.

- Yes... uh. - We were silent for a minute, neither of us knowing what to say. - I won't beat around the bush," she sighs again. - Luck is leaving town to accompany his father on the campaign trail. Which means that if you don't talk to him today, you probably won't be able to.

The blood rushes to my cheeks. Nervousness, agony, I don't know. And I cover my face with one hand, still holding my cell phone with the other.

- They've opened the chalet again for a cocktail party for Dad's political campaign. It's only for party members, but I don't think he'll have any trouble getting in. After that, he'll board the plane. If you want, I can go with you.

- Thank you, Alice. This is important to me. I mean, your call. Your help... - I blushed, as if she could see my nervousness on the other end of the line.

- It's okay, Nicole, we're friends and that's never going to change. - Her voice dropped a little. - Vivian... she's difficult. It's just that she's been through so much... I definitely shouldn't have treated you like that. But if you can, don't get upset with her.

- I won't. - I tell her the truth, my shoulders relaxing. - Have you seen her? - I asked, almost voiceless.

- No!" he laughed. - That b***h doesn't answer my calls. - She gave a small smile.

- "I'm sorry, Alice, I didn't want you to get upset like that.

- No. Don't apologize for Vivian's temper, just give her a break. And about Luck, if you want I can accompany you. I got his friend, the less idiotic Antony, to let you in through the staff wing. - I can feel her giving a sad smile, the disappointment clear in her eyes. - Sorry, it's the only way I can talk to him. I've been trying all day to find a way to get us inside. We can go together.

- I really appreciate it, but I need to go alone.

- É... I understand. - Sigh sadly. - Just don't forget I'm here.

- Never," I whispered.

**

Two hours later.

I walked through the large garden of the Petrelli chalet. Giant tents adorned the garden, protecting the mayor's guests from the scorching Texas sun. White tables were scattered around, with waiters serving drinks and canapés. There was a huge photo of the mayor stretched out and the huge flag of the lone Texas flag next to that of the United States. Everything looked very different from the last time I was there. I kept walking slowly in search of Luck, trying not to attract attention, which wasn't working, since everyone was so overdressed, and I was just wearing a black tank top, jeans and Converse sneakers, as usual.

- Uniformed staff are not allowed on this side of the event. - A tall, thin man warned me, before I continued my search outside the house.

- Err... I'm not... I'm with Antony... - I lied, as Luck's friend from the previous party approached, sipping a glass of champagne.

The bouncer narrowed his eyes as if he saw my lie.

- Antony! - he called out, without taking his eyes off mine, startling me.

Okay, now I'm going to be kicked out. I'll be lucky if no one notices all this humiliation.

- Yes. - he said, approaching the security guard.

- This girl said she knows you, that she came with you.

He looked at me for a moment and then confirmed it.

- Yes, she's with me. Why don't you follow me? I'll give you the "papers" you came for

I hurriedly followed him into an internal staff area. He turned and looked at me.

- I have no idea why your friend insisted so much that you be here today. But I've been trying to go out with her for over a year. - he said, his voice dropping an octave. - I hope this doesn't get me into trouble.

- Thank you for that, I promise I won't cause any trouble. - I say softly, trying to put the situation at ease.

He looks at me, not seeming to buy my lie.

- What could be so serious that I couldn't talk about it over the phone or on f*******:? - 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 that 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 like it's nothing.

We walk through the house and I'm not stopped again, but 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 f*****g kill me if he finds out I've brought a piece of p***y here today.

- I'm not a piece of pussy...- 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 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 softly. 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'm not going to 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 open 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 his 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.

towards me.