The CEOs pregnante maid

I’m sorry

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

- What do you mean you just went upstairs? What kind of f*****g 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 could 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, making me recoil again.

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

His gaze passed over 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 f**k does that prove? - he said sarcastically. - This baby could be anyone's. - He threw the envelope towards me.

- What do you think? What do you think? I gave you my virginity, you i***t! - 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 will take us? What did you come here for? I think you remember 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 dark smile creeps across his lips.

- And to top it off, 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 a very funny joke - And a virgin? You didn't look like a virgin when I f****d 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 the tears that form, not letting them fall down his cheeks again. - 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 w***e like you comes to me saying she's pregnant by me. Is that what they want anyway? A rich guy like me, handsome, successful. But that's not going to happen, not with me and not with you. Is that a solution you want?

I grit 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 came back 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 this money you could pay a butcher to take this thing off.

- 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 afraid. 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'm not going to get this baby out of here myself. Simple accidents cause miscarriages all the time.

I shuddered at the coldness in his voice.

-You'll never lay a finger on me again! - I said, fighting back tears, but proud that my voice hadn't weakened.

- You don't know me at all! - His expression remains callous and indifferent. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. - You have no idea what I've done for much less. - His jaw throbs in fury. - I'm capable of anything to get rid of a stone in my path.

So there he is. Luck, held my face tightly, causing my mouth to form an involuntary peck.

- Don't touch me! - I pulled his hand away from my face. Moving again would leave me scarred.

I can feel the heat and fury pouring off him in waves as he stares at me, breathing heavily, his teeth bared in a snarl, his blue eyes almost completely black.

- Don't f*****g test my patience. I'm not taking on this child! I have no guarantee that this child is mine, and even if I did, I can't have a child right now. -His whole body is vibrating with anger. - I don't even like them!

My stomach turns at his words.

- I don't want this thing, and I'm sure you don't either. Get a clinic and sort it out. Not that I think it's mine, really. A virgin doesn't act like you did that night, in fact, I honestly don't even remember, but if there's one thing I do remember, it's that it's impossible for me to f**k a woman who seems unwell, innocent or a virgin.

I honestly ignore everything he says about me and just focus on my baby.

"That thing" he has just called my baby a "thing"

I stand with my fists clenched at my sides, my heart beating violently against my chest. Something inside me snapped. If I had to choose one moment in which I knew my life would be different from then on - that I knew I would be different - it would be this one.

It was my fault, it was my fault for believing him, for falling in love with my enemy, for really believing that he would ever love me. Now I was pregnant and alone.

- I hate you. - My voice is not a whisper. - If you think you can ever go back on that decision, you're sorely mistaken. You can shove that money up your ass, you son of a b***h. - I say with all the strength I have in me.

His jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to break my neck, just like the first time. But now something shone in his gaze, something different. He was uncertain of the accusations he'd made against me, and worst of all. He knew I was serious. He knew I would never go back.

I took an Uber. I didn't ask Matthew to take me, I didn't want him to pick me up either. He was a good person, but I couldn't forget that he worked for Madeleine. And if she asked, he would undoubtedly answer, and I didn't need her creating a thousand suspicions. I wasn't going to hide it, in fact I didn't know what I was going to do, but crying was no longer in the plans. I climbed into the uber, still shaking from my attempt to talk to Luck. My eyes insisted on involuntarily filling with water every time I thought about how screwed up I was.

The car stopped in front of my house and I got in quickly. The house was silent, which was quite normal, but I was surprised not to see Summer. I walked through the rooms and found, for the first time in three days, Madeleine sitting in the armchair in the living room in front of the fireplace, with her back to me and only the tip of her head visible. Her hands were relaxed and resting on the arm of the armchair, holding a glass of bourbon. I thought about running up the stairs, I didn't want her to see me and ask me all sorts of questions. When I turned around, I was startled to see Vivian.

-Vivian, what a fright! - I put my hand to my chest and she silently pulled me into the hallway.

Vivian lowered her gaze and then whispered, shaking her head in the negative. - I'm sorry, Nicole.