FIGHT MY WAY

CH2. SAMANTHA'S POV

The charity gala was some weeks ago and having s*x with a stranger was also weeks ago yet I can not seem to point out why I have not gotten over it.

Could it be because it was my first time or because i enjoyed every bit of it and I craved for more?

I remember how I had to tiptoe out of the hotel the next morning just because I was too embarrassed to face him. He must have thought of me as a creep who just had s*x with him and ran off.

"Miss Samantha Dave, are you still there?" Doctor Margaret's voice rings out loud jolting me back to reality. Somehow a week ago, I started experiencing some weird signs that made me feel afraid.

Late period and fatigue, at first I thought it could be stress because having to work multiple jobs in order to cater for yourself is not an easy task.

Anyways I chose to ignore the symptoms until three days when my best friend Dana could no longer take it anymore. She advised that I go to the hospital, I protested of course but Dana always has a way of getting to me.

Instead of listening to me, she accompanied me to the hospital so here we are.

"Please go ahead and tell me what the test results say Doctor." I say. She nods her head and clears her throat as if she is about to drop a huge bomb. I grab Dana's hands and squeeze it tight for support, I have a feeling that what I am about to hear is not good news at all.

"You are pregnant Miss Samantha." Doctor Margaret deadpans. I gulp a lump down my throat as my entire body shivers in fear.

Did I just hear her correctly? Pregnant? Why me? I can barely even feed myself not to talk of fending for some child that is practically living in me.

"Pregnant? Doctor, are you sure? Samantha is not the kind of girl to..."

I do not wait for Dana to complete her sentence, I rise to my feet and scurry out of the doctor's office.

I hastily make my way to a quiet corner, I slump to the floor and burst into tears at my own misfortune. I brought this upon myself the moment I allowed that man to have s*x with me.

I should have fought! I am so stupid for allowing my s****l lust get the best of my self control. I bury my face into my palms and burst into tears.

I hear footsteps drawing closer to my direction. I hastily wipe the tears off my face and look up to gaze at Dana. She sits down close to me and pulls me into her arms.

Dana rubs my back gently and mumbles soothing words into my ears. "It is okay Sam, you know you can tell me anything right? What happened? I mean as far as I know, you do not have a boyfriend and you are not the kind of girl to go around hooking up with random guys so tell me what happened this time." Dana asks.

Just like that, I wipe the tears off my face and narrate everything that happened at the charity gala to Dana.

"Calm down Sam, I believe you and I am not blaming you at all. What is done is done anyways. All we need to do now is think of a way out of this, understood?" Dana says flashing me a reassuring smile.

I nod my head In agreement feeling a bit reassured.

"Do you guys still talk? I mean the guy you met at the charity gala, do you guys still talk randomly about stuffs? Did you guys hook up after that night?" Dana asks.

I shake my head in disagreement and respond "No, we did not. As a matter of fact, the next morning, I was too embarrassed to face him.

"I left him without saying a word." I say. Dana's mouth parts open wide and she gazes at me in disbelief.

"I am sorry Dana, I panicked. It was my first time and I did not know what else to do." I say with tears falling down my cheeks. Dana waves it off and rubs my shoulder.

"We are going to find a way to contact him Samantha. Do not worry." Dana says.

At first, I try to protest but Dana is persistent on that so I agree to it, as long as she claims that is what's best for me.

Dana and I make our investigation and surprisingly in less than a week, we are able to get his contact

His name is Alexander McCarthy and he is a wealthy CEO. The father of my child is a billionaire.

Without any hesitation, I dial his number and he answers on the third ring.

"Hello?" The same deep and hoarse voice from that night blares out my phone speakers. I bite my lower lip as his voice rekindles strange feelings from that night.

"Hello? Is somebody there?" He repeats in a much more harsher tone. Dana nudges me to say something but my entire body feels frozen as that night's memories play in my head. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear him mumble to himself over the phone. "Is this some kind of prank call?"

"No." I hastily reply in a shaky tone. I grab the phone from Dana and begin to pace the small room.

"Then who is this? Rather, who would you like to speak to? This is Alexander McCarthy speaking." He says pausing to clear his throat.

"Yes, I want to speak with Alexander McCarthy, I have something important to tell him." I say, I sneak a glance at Dana and she nods her head in agreement and gives me a thumbs up.

I smile at her and go on to say "I have something urgent to tell you Mr Alexander McCarthy, something that you might find shocking. Although I want you to know that it is the truth."

"Okay? Can I at least know who I am speaking with? It is a little odd that I recognize your voice. Can you help me with that?" Alexander asks. I sigh in relief, at least he remembers my voice, that is a good start.

"I am the girl from the charity gala. The one that helped you get to your room. Room 305? Do you remember?" I blurt out.

I hear Alexander mumble a cuss under his breath before replying "No, I can not quite recall. I was drunk throughtout the gala so there is not much I can remember. How can I help you though?" He asks. His voice is stiff and full of no emotions unlike the other night.

A pang of hurt hits me and my face falls in defeat. If he does not remember me at all then how is he supposed to remember having s*x with me?

"I am pregnant. We had s*x in your room that night and now I am pregnant." I deadpan. I hear him scoff over the phone and it makes me scrunch my brows in confusion.

"I am not interested." With that Alexander hangs up. I gaze at Dana and we both have matching glares, one of confusion.

Did he just say he is not interested?