I'm pregnant

NEXT MORNING

MALCOLM COMPANIES

MALCOLM

"Here, you need to sign these documents," Michael, my best friend and assistant, said and placed some files on the desk.

I groaned in exhaustion. After spending an entire night with the virgin girl, I returned to see piles of files, waiting for me and awaiting my review.

"I'm tired, Mich," I said and yawned.

"You should be, after all, you spent an entire night at a club banging some whore," Michael said with an eye roll.

"What's life without fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, you've had fun. Now, fun time is over, quickly review these documents, so I can get the remaining."

"Wait, there is more!" I yelled.

Michael ignored me and walked away.

Being a billionaire is tiring. I have to work twenty four hours a day to keep the company moving. Day in and day out, there are always files heaped on top of my desk. I have so many companies scattered all over the world. I have hotels, restaurants, clubs…

The thought of a club made my mind go back to the girl I spent a night with last night.

"Such an innocent cutie pie," I muttered.

Too bad she met the big bad wolf, I thought and laughed out.

I finally focused on the files and began reviewing them. About an hour later, I heard commotions outside my office.

"Not again," I cried out.

"Don't let her come in, don't let her come in," I chanted, but then the door was pushed open, and a lady I could swear I've never seen before walked in, my security men behind her, trying to make her leave. I sighed and waved them off.

"So…" I muttered staring at the lady.

"I'm pregnant. I'm carrying your child," she said and I looked down at her stomach.

"How sure am I that the baby is mine?" I asked.

"I mean, I don't even know who you are," I added.

"We spent a night together a few weeks ago," the lady said, eying me, probably because I didn't recognize her.

I didn't care though, how am I supposed to recognize her when I do not sleep with the same woman twice? I can sleep with over eight women in a week, so I end up forgetting their faces, even their names.

"Is the pregnancy up to seven weeks old?" I asked and she nodded.

"Good, let's go for a DNA test right now, " I said and rose from my seat.

"D…DNA?" she stammered.

"Yes, DNA," I replied.

"Can we do that next time?" she asked and settled down on my couch.

"My waist is suddenly aching," she cried and held her waist.

I laughed out, on seeing her act.

"Bold of you to think you can pin a random pregnancy on me," I said smiling.

"What? The baby is really yours," she said, this time, not as confident as when she first told me about it.

"Right, then let's go for the test. I'll arrange for you to be carried to the hospital," I suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"I…I…I," she stammered.

"Get out of my office right now, you gold digging bitch," I yelled in anger.

She got up and ran out as if her pants were on fire.

"Some nerve you have," I muttered.

This has been the daily drama in my life. Almost every day, a random whore will walk into my office and claim to be carrying my child. The first day it happened, I nearly went crazy at the thought of what my parents and my fiance would say, but then, I took the lady for a DNA test and realized I wasn't responsible for the pregnancy.

"These girls never stop," I said aloud to Michael who just entered my office with more files.

He walked towards me and dropped the files on the table with a loud bang, startling me.

"Do you realize that they won't stop coming or else you stop going to them," He muttered.

"If that's the case, then I'll keep rejecting them and their pregnancy," I replied nonchalantly.

"Can you even listen to yourself? You are the CEO of the largest company for Christ's sake, Malcolm, you have to act like one," Michael reprimanded me.

"So, is there any law that prohibits CEOs from having fun?" I asked.

"I am tired of making you see reasons with me. One day one of these girls will soil your reputation," Michael said in an attempt to make me see reasons with him.

"Till then…wait, if that eventually happens, I will just pay to press to keep shut about it like I always did," I said smiling.

Michael eyed me unpleasantly and settled down on one of the couches in the office to help me review the file.

"I love you, buddy," I said aloud.

"I hate you," Michael said, sounding so annoyed and pissed off.

I sighed.

"Alright Mich, I will change, "I promised, knowing fully well that I'll still go clubbing and will bang some whore after work today.

Michael wasn't a bit convinced by my words.

"I just said I'll change, won't you say something?" I asked.

"Remind me how many times you told me that, this week," he requested and I smiled sheepishly.

He shook his head and focused his entire attention on the file in his hands, ignoring me. I exhaled and also did the same.

I have barely reviewed a file, when a knock sounded on my door, annoying me.

"Come in," I said grumpily and one of the workers pushed the door open and walked in.

My eyes widened on seeing the worker who played the job which I considered the most important job in the company. His job was to keep watch and inform me whenever my mum and my crazy fiance visits the company. I pay him more than the other workers.

"Are they here?" I asked and he nodded.

"How long until they reach my office?"

"Five minutes," he replied, bowed and left.

I stood up immediately and ran around my office to make sure everything was in order. When I confirmed that everything was in their designated places, I went back to my seat and acted like I've been working nonstop for hours.

Michael giggled and I shot him a glare.

"I wish your mum was around all the time," he said.

"Are you my friend or foe?" I asked and glared at him.

He laughed and ignored me.

Soon, my office door was pushed open and my mum entered, my fiance clinging to her side like she always did. I rose from my seat and went over to them and gave my mum a hug.

"Welcome back, how was your trip?" I asked pretending not to have seen Isabelle, my fiance.

"Aren't you supposed to hug Belle before me?" My mum asked. Bringing a smile to Isabelle's face. She spread her hands in anticipation of my hug.

"No, you come first, mum. Isabelle and I can always do our thing in the bedroom," I said and engulfed my mum in another hug.

Isabelle's smiley face fell and she brought her hands down. Isabelle might be my fiance, but I made it clear to her that I am not interested in her. She knows about my sexual escapades but chose to stay by my side, probably because of my money. All women are the same, they all go after men that have money, and even my mum is not exempted. She married my dad because of his money.

"Come sit," I told my mum and led her to the couch. Michael stood and hugged her. They exchanged pleasantries and then her attention was back to me.

"How have things been going around here?" She asked.

I opened my mouth to talk when I heard the noise of a familiar commotion.

"Not now, not now," I chanted. But who was I kidding? The door was pushed open and a lady stormed in.

"I'm carrying your child, Malcolm Blake," she announced.

"I'm in deep shit."