The Unplanned Legacy

Chapter 5

"You alright, miss?" The cab driver asked and I opened my eyes. I sighed in fear and tension when I saw Joe's car was still outside the mansion. He had gotten to his residence five minutes ago and the car hadn't driven in. I begin to doubt if this is his house, but the car faces an open gate and the driver still hasn't driven in. What went wrong? Did he notice he was being followed?

"Still hasn't gotten down?" Fiona asked from the other end. I called her after I got into the cab to seek her advice on what I would say to Joe when I met him. She was with her cousin, Jesse and the annoying fellow kept making teases and jokes like the whole situation was a joke to him.

"Yes," I replied and sighed out in frustration for the umpteenth time.

"Chill, girl."

"Maybe, you can just come home and go back there, later since you know his address, now."

Jesse said. This was his first reasonable comment and I'm impressed.

"But what if this isn't his house?"

"Then stick around and watch what's gonna happen next," Fiona said. "And maybe, if he had discovered he was followed, it's not bad, but better as you could just spill out the beans there and there."

"He's out!" I said at once and my heart leaped when the driver's door opened. They both stepped down and weren't certain if they were staring at our car.

"Are they staring at the cab?" I asked the driver and he nodded.

"Damn!"

"What's it, girl?"

"He's out, Fiona, staring at my cab. He knows he was followed."

His driver's hand deeps into his pocket and for a moment I thought he was about to bring out a g*n. He made for the car and Joe followed him behind. My heartbeat gets louder with each step they take.

"Can you hear it?" I asked the driver beside me.

"Hear what?" For a second, he looked scared and wondered what he might have gotten him into.

"My heart beat." I knew it was a ridiculous question to ask, but I couldn't contain it anymore.

He stared at me like I had gone crazy. I sighed and placed a hand over my chest as they got closer.

My job here is done, right?

I understand he's scared, but can't I expect a little security from a man?

"Yes, yes."

"What's your bill?"

"20 bucks."

"That's too much."

He shrugged and turned to the two gents walking down to our car. "My life may be at risk, who knows?"

"Trust me, it's not." I opened my purse and paid him the money before alighting from my ride.

Immediately, he drove off with speed with me alone unprepared to face the battle.

"It's you," Joe said in surprise as he stood two feet away from me.

"Yes," I said slowly and made my way toward him.

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

My eyes stung and I held the tears that threatened to spill. I felt like a w***e who had fallen in love with her client and was running back into his arms. His sharp words ripped me off of my worth and dignity.

"I have something to discuss with you," I said in a collected tone.

"Put yourself together, girl. You've got this." Fiona said, reassuringly.

"Yes. It's me." He stood a few inches away from me and I was shocked to see he was growling in annoyance and anger. We had something passionate that night.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Should I say it outrightly? How do I get these words out of my mouth?

I swallowed, then took deep breaths. "I'm pregnant."

There's a moment of silence, and the atmosphere gets tense. He stared at me for a while and laughed to my amazement. What's so funny!? I couldn't help, but boil in anger on the inside.

"You came to my house, and stalked me," he said in a low dangerous tone while moving closer to me and I kept moving back. "To tell me you're pregnant!? How am I sure I'm the father to that thing you claim you're carrying in your womb, s**t?"

The tears finally spilled from my eyes. He called my child, his child a thing? And me, a s**t. I don't know if it's anger or hurt I feel right now, but all I know is that I have to get out of this place.

"I want you to do something quick for me... What's even your name? You're crazy. I don't even remember your name, now you tell me you're pregnant with my child? Please, get the f**k out of here!"

"Avery? Are you still there?" Fiona called out from her end.

I ended the call on my phone and then faced Joe. "I'm Avery. We met at a club six weeks ago and somehow, we had s*x that night after I had drunk to stupor. I can't even remember the details and how it went, but I woke up the next morning in a hotel room, and beside me was a two thousand dollar bill and a business card to the organization I now work in." I had to bring myself to explain because Joe here has proved himself to be a total douchebag and player. How did I get into this mess?

He stared at me for a while. "Ohh!" His eyes widened in recognition.

"The crazy uptight girl from the club that..." He stopped speaking and turned to the left at an oncoming car.

"s**t!" He cursed and roughed up his hair with his hands.

The car got closer and stopped. He faced me. "You've gotta get out of here, now and find a way to get rid of that thing."

My heart stung again in pain as he referred to my child as a thing.

"I'm not getting rid of the baby. I'm keeping it."

"So what do you expect from me? Should I become a baby daddy? I don't even know your surname!"

"The surname is Brandt. And I'm keeping the baby!! All I want is financial assistance from you, nothing else."

"Who's pregnant and who needs financial assistance?"

We both turned at the voice. A tall and beautiful woman was stepping down from the car. I needed no introduction, and it was Joe's mum. Joe bears a striking resemblance with her and I can see where he got all the good looks from that he uses in getting laid.

"s**t! s**t! s**t!" Joe mutters inaudibly.

She walked elegantly, with poise towards us. She wore a silver bodice over black pants. Her hair was thick and long and shone.

"Are you the one my son got pregnant?" She asked in a rich smooth voice.

I stared at her, not knowing what to say, wondering if I had just gotten myself into deeper s**t.

"Joe?" She turned to her son who suddenly went mute.

"I'm waiting for an answer." She said to me again and I nodded slowly scared my life was about to move from a hurricane to an earthquake.

Slowly, a grin spread across her face. "Beautiful."