Carry My Child, Miss Laurier

A white folder is placed on top of the table right after he answered a call. The man in front of me who stands six feet tall, wearing a black suit with his two block haircut with bangs, and an eyeglass that makes him look cooler; sat down on his swivel chair before he heaves a deep sigh. I look at his face thoroughly with my close-to-closing eyes, judging if his intent to me is really real and if he wasn’t really kidding around. Mister Dawson looks at me before he raises his left brow when he notices that I’ve been staring at him for a long time now.

“Problem?”

I blink my eyes as I shake my head. “N-none,” I murmured before opening the folder to skim the documents inside it. While going through the papers, my eyes bulge a little before I slowly raise the certain paper I found. He then follows the paper with his gaze before he drops his attention back at me and move the brows upwards as if he is asking me what the problem is.

“HIV Testing?” I asked out aloud.

I saw how the information sank inside him before he twist the side of his lip for a smirk. Mister Dawson then lean over his desk to look at me in the eyes. “Why not? I need to protect myself as well as my child. It would be better than sorry and this is something I need to be a hundred percent sure about. Remember, regret comes at the last part and I do not want that to happen.”

My eyes widen more after I heard him say that. Seriously? “Do I look like I am f*cked by someone to you?!” I exclaimed, gripping the side of his table out of shame and God knows how close we are to each other now. But this man really likes to get on my nerves when he just shrug his shoulder before saying, “Why not? You had a boyfrie-“

“Correction, ex! Ex-boyfriend, Mister Dawson and for your information, I am very clean—never been touch by him! So consider yourself luck-“ I immediately bit my lips after a sudden realization. I arch my back to the chair, looking away while wires of regrets dawned inside me.

My eyes then found his gaze the moment he sound a smirk while his left brow is being raised upward. Without thinking, he speak up. “So, you’re a virgin?”

That earned a sudden hiccup from me before I spit at him absentmindedly. The latter then gasp, spreading both of his arms to look at the saliva on his coat. He raise his gaze back at me and I can clearly read the disgust on his face. “What the hell?” He murmured.

I can feel my nostrils flaming red but I couldn't help but to get annoyed as well. He can't blame me for acting impulsively, knowing that we don't even knew each other and now, he's judging me already just because I had a boyfriend. I am raised and taught by my parents to be a decent woman, sure. And even though I treated my ex-boyfriend as my own Prince Charming, I had never thought about getting laid with him. Not inside that five-month-old relationship, at least. A pervert side of me spoke up and that earned a little secret pinch from me for being a little disgusting of a woman at this time of the day.

That thought alone makes me want to spank myself at the back of my head. So yeah, Dionne Fay, and look who just agreed to carry someone else's child? Ah, a decent woman, indeed. My thoughts plays-in even more; making me want to back-out and walk away from this room.

How did I come this far anyway? I mean, few days ago, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me and now, I agreed to carry our Professor's child. Yes, it's right. This man in front of me is Mister Damian Shane Dawson, 29 year-old, and a literature Professor from the same University. I still can remember how he held me by my wrist after the class ended that day and fired me the most embarrassing score I had right after he had a surprised quiz on the same day when Elric broke up with me. The conversation started decently until few days passed, he called for me inside his office and fired me the most surprising statement I heard in my whole life:

"Carry my child, Miss Laurier."