PREGNANT AND TRAPPED WITH THE CEO

I'm pregnant. How could I do this to myself? How did I let this happen? I’m not ready for a baby. I’m not married, and I don’t even have a boyfriend. I stare at my reflection in the small mirror of my little rundown apartment downtown, my eyes wide in disbelief. I can barely take care of myself. How the hell am I supposed to care for a baby? A tiny helpless human who will rely on me for everything. Fuckkk! My heart is racing. I am freaking out because I don’t know what to do. I picked up the home pregnancy test kit, the tenth one I used. The two vertical lines on its surface stare back at me just like the other nine before. I know some women would kill to be pregnant. A child would answer prayers for them. I think whoever was in charge should have given those women this baby and left me the hell alone. Fucking Hell! I thought. How could I get pregnant from just one night of s*x? Yeah, that’s all it takes genius my subconscious interjects. Well, it might have been one night, but that one night had been everything- I sigh dreamily as I think back to that night. One night of passionate, steamy, mind-blowing love-making , for a moment I forget my predicament and just bask in the euphoria of that night two months ago. It was completely unexpected and unforgettable in more areas than one. Two Months Before The billionaire CEO walked into the bar. He was so handsome and elegant. With his finely tailored suit and shiny Italian shoes, all the girls collectively sighed in harmony, but we held no hope that he would even glance at us twice. He was Mr Sterling, the owner of world global departmental stores. Real estate mogul. He had investments all over the country. He was rich and powerful and handsome. And he was way out of our league. But we could only dream. You see, I worked at a high-end bar in town, the kind where only the rich and powerful go to. I was very lucky to have landed a job like that and the truth was, if it weren't for Mr Jakub, I wouldn’t even have the job. Mr Jakub was our direct boss. The dancing girl, the serving girls we all reported to him. He was also in charge of recruiting new dancers for the club. That’s how he found me, through a mutual acquaintance, after he watched me perform one night at the rundown club I used to dance in. Merely thinking about it sent a shudder down my spine. I hated that place so much, it was full of creepy perverts and despite the owner, Mr Phelps, threatening to immediately eject anyone who harassed the girls, the harassment never stopped. It was constant. Even Mr Phelps could only throw out so many before risking his entire clientele, so in the end he couldn’t punish all the offenders. When Philips, my colleague, told me there was someone from the night scene club wanting to talk to me, my heart beat accelerated so fast I thought I was going to die from too much blood pumping in my heart. But Mr Jakub was nice and made me feel at ease. He told me he had been watching me and I looked and danced really well. He said he wanted me to come work in their club. I didn’t even have to think about it. I said Yes right away and the rest is history. The night Mr. Hot, rich and sexy came into the bar. Us girls were excited. We got VIP guests all the time, but he was the ‘guest’, literally the most eligible bachelor in all the US. When Mr Jakub asked that I be the one to dance for him as he wanted a private party, I was super excited and nervous. I had previously done private party dances but none of them had been Mr Sterling. I walked into his section feeling nervous, but by the time the music started I got lost in it. I forgot who I was dancing for. That was what I loved best about my job: the fact that I love it so much I can get lost in it. So I put in everything and just danced. When the music ended, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, looking completely enraptured. I gave myself a mental pat, took a bow and left. Mr Jakub told me Mr Sterling left a superb tip when he left. I thought I had seen the end of him until I got off work that night and was heading home. Before I could get a taxi, I was approached by Mr Sterling’s personal assistant, John. He introduced himself and said Mr Sterling wanted to have a word. “Why would Mr Sterling want a word with me?” I asked him. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? "He's over there” he said, pointing at a sleek black-looking Rolls-Royce parked a few feet away from where we were standing. I hesitated before following, my curiosity getting the better of me. When I got to the car, I stood by the back door waiting. John opened the door, gesturing for me to get in, but I stubbornly held my ground. I wasn't getting in until I knew what this was about. After a few moments, John got the message and closed the door, then he opened the front passenger door and got in. The back glass rolled down, it was Mr HRS seated in all of his kingly prestige at the back. “Get in,” he said. Was he joking? Who did he think he was talking to like that ? “I don't get into cars with strange men”, I told him straight-faced. He was everything you could dream of in a man and in such proximity he even looked more handsome, but I couldn’t give in so easily. I had to let him know that his money couldn’t get him everything. He raised a perfectly shaped brow, “Strange men? You danced for me tonight.” “That wasn’t a private invitation” A flicker of amusement crossed his face before he leaned back in his seat. He didn’t know it but the fact I had seen that had sold me on him. It was my proof that he wasn’t just some uptight rich CEO. He looked back at me. “Spend the night with me.”