Her Blessings, His Everything

Chapter Two

*Analiza Valdez 

It's been three days since I went to Lucas's office and almost four months since that night.

I haven't found a new job yet. I've looked high and low, but yet no luck.

I used to work at a flower shop, but I got discharged the day before my birthday. I wouldn't sleep with the boss so he discharged me. The guy was a dïck, anyway.

I was leaving another store, frustrated, when my phone rang.

"Hey, Slüt!" Lucas's usual greeting sounds through my cell phone.

"What do you want, Lulu?" I chuckle.

"I've got some good news. I found you a job."

"What? How? Where? When?" I spit out all at once.

"I'm awesome that's how. Be at this address in an hour. You owe me, Bïtch. Love you."

Before I could question him more, he hangs up. My phone beeps. It's a message from Lucas with the address of the job.

I sigh, "Okay, let's see if this one is the one for me."

After trying to look somewhat presentable, I get out of my car and face the big building.

I'm not really dressed for an office job. I'm wearing black slacks, black flats, and a oversized navy blue dress shirt. 

With my dark hair in a tight bun and my head up, I walk into the building.

When I get to the front desk, I don't get a chance to say anything as the blond lady talks first.

"Name?" The blond behind the desk inquires.

"Um-Analiza Valdez."

She types something before giving me a card.

"Mr. Cortez is waiting for you on the top floor. Please go to those elevators and swipe that card. It will take you straight to his office."

I just nod.

Once inside the elevator, I stare at my reflection. I make sure the buttons on my shirt are all on right. My stomach bump doesn't show too much with this oversized shirt, but you can still see that I'm pregnant. I make sure the eyeliner around my green eyes didn't run.

After some time, the elevator doors finally opened on the thirty-seventh floor.

I walk into the office, steadily. 

Behind the desk stands a man with his back towards me.

"Mr. Cortez?" I ask.

As soon as he turns around, I gasp and my eyes widen.

There, standing in front of me, is the same man who has hauntedmy dreams for the past three months. The same man who is the father of my baby.

"You're Lucas's cousin." I say.

"Yes, I am and you're his friend." Oh, his voice!

"That sneaky little bïtch." I blurt out.

His eyes widen, "Excuse me?"

"What did he tell you about me?"

"Well, all he said was that his friend, you, needed a job and that I should hire you." He states.

"And you agreed?"

He nods, "Yes, I trust my cousin." He sits down, as do I.

"Don't you think this will be awkward, though?" I question.

"No, I don't. Why would I, Ms. Valdez?"

"Well, because we fücked."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you seriously going to act like you don't remember?"

"Look, Ms. Valdez, I'm pretty sure I would remember sleeping with someone as attractive as you. I think there's been some mistake."

"So you're saying it was a mistake." I can feel my tears wanting to fall. Stupid hormones.

"I'm saying you've mistaken me with someone else." The voice I used to get wet over is now bringing me pain. "Ms. Valdez, I'm married."

I look down, "Okay, so when do I start?" I glance at his hand to see a gold band on his ring finger.

I guess he wants to forget that night. Maybe he was drunk. I guess, now, it doesn't matter if I tell him that I'm pregnant or not.

"You start tomorrow at 8 a.m. You will use the card you were given today to get on the elevator. You will be handling my schedule and answering the phone. I come in at 8:30 a.m. I expect there to be a cup of coffee on my desk by the time I get here. Got everything?"

I just nod, having no strength to talk.

I should've known he would be married. No good looking man like him would be single.

"That is all."

I get up and walk to the elevator, my head still down.

"Is everything alright?" His hand lands on my should.

"Yeah, um, I'm pregnant so I'm probably just tired."

"Oh yes, I noticed your bump a little. How far along are you?" His voice is filled with curiosity.

Hurry up, Stupid Elevator!

"Three months. Four months in six days."

"Well, congratulations. My wife and I have been trying for a baby. I've always wanted to be a father." He softly smiles.

The elevator finally opens. I walk into it and face him. I hate cheaters.

"You could have been one." I tell him.

Last thing I see is his confused face before realization sinks in his features.

"Wait!

Too late, the doors close and I'm alone just like that morning.