Unexpected Yours:Falling for Mr Right

Claire's POV ... I stared back at the test strip in my hand, the small pink lines glared back at me. I'm pregnant. No–no–Claire, this is not possible. I blinked. Twice. Just to make sure this whole thing wasn't real. This was not happening. I can't be pregnant. Not me. Not after everything that happened and certainly not for the guy in question. No matter how hard I tried to deny it. The result stared back at me boldly. Taking a shaky breath, I dropped the test trip on the bathroom counter. My thoughts, spiraling into outer space. How? How did I get here? How did this happen? The answer was clear enough, even though I didn't want to face it. It all started with me getting fired. ~ flashback It had been two months earlier. I walked into Alex Newton's office with my heart pounding, knowing something was definitely odd. Knowing Alex's personality, he'd never called in a staff member for good news and that terrified me about knowing my stand with him. Alex, the CEO-in-waiting of Kingston enterprise, had made it clear from the start that he didn't like people questioning him. Especially me. I'd always been a bit too outspoken for his taste, and maybe that was part of the reason I couldn't stand the guy. “Claire,” Alex had said when I stepped inside, not even looking up from the stack of papers on his desk. His voice was really low and deep at that point and that meant danger. I already knew what was coming. “You're fired.” I froze. My mind screamed in disbelief. Fired. To be honest, I was expecting a suspension or something but getting fired for speaking my mind? Ridiculous. “What do you mean— I'm fired?” My voice was deep and high. Alex looked up from his desk like he had just said something simple, but there was still that signature look of his— that of arrogance. “I've had enough of your attitude." The way you defy me in every meeting, your insubordination…. "It's not working anymore, Claire.” I smirked, a small gasp escaping my lips at the same time. “You mean you can't stand that I'm confident? And you're firing me because of that?” “Do close the door after you,” he said, going back to his work. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I'd always been one to stand up for what I believed in. “You can't be serious—SIR.” I managed to say, my voice already cracking. I had put in so much for this company, years and so many sacrifices and this was what I got in return. “Consider this,” he cut in, looking up briefly with a smirk. "A lesson in humility." Now leave. I staggered. Humility? I was all humble and the fact that I didn't let him ride all over me like the rest of the staff made me proud? My whole world had just fallen apart and without a job? My sense of purpose was… lost. — I cleared my desk and staggered into my car as the tears wouldn't just fall for some reason. My heart was heavy, and I didn't know where I'd start from now. This was all unfair. I had barely made it to my front doorstep when my world came crashing again. I opened the door to my apartment only for my ears to be filled with loud moans and screams coming from my bedroom. I didn't want to believe it, my boyfriend was cheating on me. How worse could this day get? I strolled towards the bedroom, holding my breath with a heavy heart. There they were. My boyfriend tangled up in the sheets with none other than my supposed best friend, Sarah. They barely registered my presence as they were too caught up in their deceitful pleasure… “Sarah?” My voice trailed off. I watched as they separated immediately, their faces wore guilt all over as they tried to pull the sheets over their bare bodies. What is going on here? "What– what is this?" My voice cracked. They both scrambled to explain themselves, but the words didn't even matter. It was all clear now. No excuse would be enough. My best friend and my boyfriend. In my apartment. Together. On my bed. My leg gave way and I staggered, gripping onto the doorknob firmly. “I'm sorry, Claire,” Sarah was the first to speak. We never meant for you to find out like this. I smirked. Wow, just wow. This was all too much for one night. I turned on my heel and fled before either of them could say anything else. I stormed into my car as all the tears I had held back flowed effortlessly. I'd never imagined in my life that Daniel could cheat on me. I never for once imagined that Sarah could betray me. I was lost now at the end of the road with no-one to turn to. No job. No partner. No best friend. All alone. After a long hour of crying, I decided I wasn't going to stay there and sulk anymore, so I ignited my car engine and zoomed off. Yup, that's how I ended up in that damn club. — I didn't plan to stay there for long. The initial plan was. Drink. Get high and sulk in a hotel room alone for the time being. But fate had other plans. I walked into the bar hoping to be free of my misery, but I was met with the last face I wanted to see at the moment. Alex Newton—of all people—was there too. I couldn't say I was surprised to see him. He already seemed like the kind of man to frequent such places. Maybe for a few drinks and he's out, but here—who I saw here wasn't a man who just wanted to have fun—but a man who was drowning in his own misery. He was the last person I wanted to recognize here. But, of course, fate had other plans as he suddenly looked in my direction and I stared on like a fool. I should have known better to look away and mind my business. A few drinks later and Alex was standing next to me, a drink in his hand. His face was expressionless. “You,” he said in a commanding tone. “What are you doing here?” I felt he was mocking me… well, that was rich coming from a guy who also looked miserable. I laughed bitterly. “Same thing you're doing here, Mr CEO wannabe.” He smirked while sitting beside me. “I don't even know why you care, Alex, you've already ruined my life. What more do you want?” He leaned towards me, his voice dripping with exhaustion. “I didn't ruin your life, clairey. You're the one who's constantly screwing things up.” I turned to face him, the weight of the alcohol giving me intense anger, but I was met face to face with his lips as he stared down at me. Before I knew what was happening, he kissed me. It wasn't romantic nor was it sweet. It was all sour and raw. I don't remember much after that, but I remember waking up in his arms. He was still asleep, and I thought running off would end everything. But here I was now with a pregnancy strip that revealed I was carrying my enemy's child. There was no running from it now.