Chapter 5

POV: Michaelson Trevor

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

The Boones, who were the supervisors of this entire arena which I had recently bought for a new investment development, had been expecting me since yesterday but I was delayed by some last minute rearrangements. Coming early today was my way of making up for not showing up yesterday.

Meeting the emerald eyed stunning girl that had managed to create a home in my head in the doorsteps of the Boone this morning, was definitely not how I had seen my morning going.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread out on my face, while hers contoured into a scowl as she pointed her finger almost in my face.

“You!” She almost got dough on my suit just as Mrs. Boone, whom I had met once,  appeared in an instant, staring wide eyed at me.

"You!" She pointed her finger at me almost getting dough on my suit.

I stepped back fast enough to avoid the white particles touching my suit, while trying to wrap my head around seeing her here right now. She looked younger than she usually does bare faced right now, and very casual.

"You wanted to know who he was. Well, here he is." The still nameless girl said to Mrs. Boone in a low voice while still staring at me.

Mrs. Boone tossed her from my path with her shoulder and ushered me in. There was dough on both their hands and I connected twos together, concluding that they had probably both baking before.

"Pay no attention to her, Mr. Trevor. Welcome." Mrs Boone smiled at me. She turned to give the red-haired woman a warning glare.

Something had definitely been going on between these two and I had sauntered into it unknowingly; whatever it was.

The red haired woman was still glaring at me and I rolled my eyes a little, was she really against seeing me again this much? I wondered while thinking over what she was doing here anyway, and what she had meant by her previous statement.

She stared at me. "Yep. It's him."

It was obvious she was referring to me and I lifted a brow inquiringly. Confusion made me tense but I still made a grin tug at my lips.

"What do you mean?" I murmured.

Mrs. Boone stood in my way, laughing nervously. I could tell the girl was her daughter at this point. Now that I was taking an intense look at the both of them, they both had the same features even though the older woman's hair was more brown than red.

"You got me pregnant is what it is." The red haired woman suddenly exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

For a moment I felt like she had just made a joke but the expression on her face made my insides constrict. I chuckled, while she kept her expression deadpan. She wasn't kidding.

What… the fuck?

"Let me apologize for my daughter's behavior. She-" Mrs Boone began to speak but her daughter cut her off.

The girl scoffed. "I know what I'm saying."

She’s pregnant… with my child? The fuck?

Never In my life did I ever think I’d be in this kind of situation, the situation was almost funny to me but I couldn’t find it in me to laugh, because I was already starting to panic.

I swallowed after some time. “Are you sure it’s mine?” I finally asked and the glare the red haired woman pinned me could definitely kill weak minded men in an instant.

“The hell do you mean by that? Are you saying I don’t know who fucking got me pregnant? Are you indirectly saying I sleep around?” It was obvious that the red haired woman was furious at this point, while I was yet to fully wrap my head over this sudden unexpected news.

“I didn’t say any of that, I was just trying to make sure.” I supplied weakly after a few moments.

“Maybe you should have tried harder to have kept a freaking condom on through the rounds you went fucking me until you got a damn baby inside me.” She snapped and I faintly heard Mrs Boone outraged gasp, just as color stained the red haired woman’s cheeks, as if she just remembered her mother’s presence here.

Things got pretty awkward after that, the main reason as to why I had showed up here this morning automatically got shoved aside and somehow, we all found our way into their sitting room, in different spots on the couch.

Mrs Boone sat down beside her daughter while her husband sat in a different couch entirely.

My head was still spinning around in a bad way and I felt as if the walls were closing in on me. This was the most unexpected fucking news I could have been hit with that morning. There was nothing that could top this. This was a fucking shit storm.

“So, what’s going to happen next?” Mrs Boone was the one to break the silence.

Abort the baby of course, I thought silently. A baby coming up right now was a no-no. I wasn’t ready to become a father yet, that shit is scary as fuck.

“Have you thought about… abortion?” I finally breathed out, and Mrs Boone’s gasp made me flinch a little, just as I noticed her daughter staring wide eyed at me with her hands wrapped firmly around her middle.

“You murderer, you’re not killing my baby, do you hear me? I won’t allow that.” The venom in her eyes and voice was enough to make that thought of abortion to die down in my head instantly.

That’s totally out of the question then.

Mrs. Boone led the discussion after that. She expressed her concern and said she expected us to get married because of the child.

“What? I’m not getting married to your daughter because of a fucking baby.” I informed her firmly.

“My daughter cannot have a baby out of wedlock.” Mrs Boone continued but I only scoffed.

“Then let her abort it.” I shrugged.

“That’s against our beliefs.” Mrs Boone reminded me and I shrugged again.

“Then let her do whatever she wants with it.” I said as I got to my feet. The woman who I had supposedly gotten pregnant was staring down at her stomach the whole time, remaining silent.

“Mr Trevor, you have to take responsibility for your mistake, that’s what a man is supposed to do.” Mr Boone finally spoke but I only scoffed, remaining silent. Mrs Boone slowly got to her feet and squared her shoulders.

“If you refuse to take responsibility for your mistake, the news about you having a child out of wedlock will be all over the media, and I assure you that’s it’s going to be a mess.” Mrs Boone’s voice was icy as she spoke, completely taking me by surprise. Her husband tried admonishing his wife almost immediately.

I scoffed and raised a brow. “Are you threatening me, Mrs Boone?”

Mrs Boone squared her chin. “It depends on how you chose to translate it.” Was her response.

I stared down at the glaring woman for a second more before glancing at the red haired woman who was still completely silent, it was like she felt me staring at her because she glanced up at me almost instantly. Our eyes locked for a few seconds before she finally scoffed and averted her gaze.

Mrs Boone tried to get some more words out but I walked out of the sitting room and out of her house before she could complete her sentence.

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   My head felt like it was still spinning as I drove down the expressway. How the fuck had she gotten pregnant after that one time? I’ve got to admit that I had lost count if I had used a condom throughout the whole time we fucked, but I was sure I hadn’t orgasmed inside of her… or had I?

I dragged my hands down my face while sighing in frustration. I needed a drink, I also needed to set my thoughts straight.

I needed Paula.

I turned my car at a point and drove down to her house, deciding to use this medium to call off the break I knew was going to be called off at a point.

I got to Paula’s house and got her door open with my spare keys, knowing she was going to be really excited to see me. I made my way upstairs to her bedroom, determined to think of nothing but Paula right now.

The image that greeted me when I got Paula’s bedroom caught me off guard, because this time, I really thought she had changed. She was getting fucked by a different guy this time, just as I had walked in. She was quick to scramble out of the bed, just as I turned around and made my way out of her apartment, feeling more shitty than I had felt as I decided to make my way here.

I drove out of her apartment and headed home instead, taking a cold shower and canceling all my plans for the day. I was in no state to do any work as it is.

I wasn’t hurt by Paula cheating on me again, in a way, I guess I was instead angry at myself for believing her words once again. I felt like a fool, and I hated feeling this way.

Deep down, I knew I still cared for Paula, that explained the slight ache I was feeling in my chest right now.

I decided to call my mother after some time. She detected something was wrong almost immediately and after a little coaxing, I spilled the news about getting someone pregnant to her. To say she was ecstatic was an understatement.

I knew my mother had always wanted a grandchild. She had always sung it in my ears at any chance she could, she had always wanted me to find a nice girl to settle down with because felt like I wasn’t getting any younger.

“I’m glad it’s not Paula, I never liked her.” My mother finally spoke and I hummed half heartedly. In a way, I had also never imagined Paula carrying my child. Heck, I had never childbearing happening to me this fast.

My mother didn’t see anything about me getting married for the sake of the child, and had Instantly began to convince me to take the woman whom I had gotten pregnant as a wife.

“You know your father won’t like it.” She finally added and I let out a small sigh. My dad was going to lose his shit if the fact that I made a child out of wedlock ever reaches the ears of the social media. My parents would also never consider forcing the red headed woman to get an abortion, they were too old schooled to even consider aborting a child.

I finally ended the call with my mother and was able to sleep a little, but woke up to a call from Paula.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“Well, since you saw that, I called to inform you that I’m thinking of getting a new boyfriend since it seemed like you were already done with me.” Paula spoke and I scoffed a little.

“I came to see you this morning because I wanted to call off the break, but I caught you fucking another guy, Paula!” I snapped.

“Oh really? I had no idea. I’m sorry you had to see that, it was a one time thing because I felt lonely after talking to you last night.”

“It’s always a one time thing, Paula, every damn time.”

“You’re one to talk, like you don’t fuck a lot of girls behind my back at well!” She snapped and I scoffed.

“So, this is payback?” I asked.

“And what If it is?“

“There’s nothing wrong with it, I hope your search for a new boyfriend is turning out well.” I hummed.

“What? I thought you said you called off the break–”

“That was before I saw you fucking someone else. I’m breaking up with you Paula, permanently this time.” M

Paula breathed out a laugh. “You can’t be serious, can you even do that, you always come back to me. You can’t stay away for long and we both know that.”

The confidence in her voice made me scowl in anger. “This time is different.” I snapped.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, because I’m getting married.”

There was a little pause then she was laughing slowly. “Wait, are you for real right now?”

Was I even for real? Am I seriously doing this?

“What? You think I can’t get married to someone that isn’t you?” I snapped.

“Frankly… yes.”

That did it. The decision was made in that moment. I’m definitely getting married to the red haired woman who had haunted my dreams countless times, even if it’s just to prove to Paula that she meant nothing to me.

I was also sure it was going to completely ruin Paula, who had been literally imagining us getting married at a certain point.

I ended the call with Paula without saying a thing, knowing that was going to make her panic instantly, and then I put a call through to the Bonne’s.

“Mrs Boone… I’m going to get married to your daughter in approximately a week’s time.”

“Really?” The shock was obvious in her voice and I rolled my eyes in irritation.

“Yes, all the preparations will be made by my family, and the necessary ones will be sent your way.” I paused. There was one last thing I needed to know.

"I have no idea what her name is," I said after a few moments. I was sure Mrs Boone would be more than shocked to realize that I had no idea of what her daughter went by.

I mean, that’s the whole point of a one night stand, isn’t it?

"You don’t know what her name is?” Mrs. Boone questioned shockingly and I pursed my lips without responding.

“Her name's Brianna.” She finally offered on a resigned sigh. 

I scoffed as I abruptly ended the call.

Brianna. 

So, that’s the redhead’s name.