Chapter Four

Pregnant.

Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over my skin as i settled on the bench just a few blocks from the apartment I shared with my best friend Chloe. 

I shivered even as the sun’s rays found my tightly clenched fingers, the heat not yet chasing away the goose bumps. 

A bright blush chased the chill from my cheeks as i remembered the night in question, the night we met and how hard he had fucked me before we were interrupted by his wife. 

He had a wife, the thought came back to me again, I was pregnant for a married man. 

After the fateful night, we never exchanged contacts or names, I had no idea who he was and neither did he. But now I was carrying his child. He had made love to me countless times, murmuring to me in Greek warm, soft words that had made my heart twist during that fateful night. I remembered as I clenched my legs together remembering how my body responded to his touch. 

I had no money, I could barely take care of myself how was I going to take care of a child. I wondered to myself. 

I checked my watch and grimaced. It was getting late and I had a shift at the restaurant in an hour. 

With reluctance born of uncertainty, i forced myself to my feet and began

the short walk to house. 

“You’ are being silly,” I muttered under my breath as i neared the entry. If the doorman was surprised to see me on foot, he didn’t show it, though he did hasten to usher me inside.

I stepped onto the elevator and smoothed a hand over my still-flat stomach.

Nervousness scuttled through my chest as i rode higher. When it halted smoothly and the doors opened into the spacious foyer of the penthouse, I nibbled on my lip and left the elevator.

I walked into the living room, shedding my shoes as i made my way to the couch, where I tossed my bag down. Fatigue niggled at my muscles, and all i really wanted to do was lie down. But i had to determine how to broach the subject of my pregnancy.