CHAPTER TWO

Two months later….

I woke up this morning feeling lightheaded and nauseous. I mentally calculated the last time I saw my period and it was almost six weeks ago. And suddenly, the contents of my stomach came up and I rushed to the bathroom and vomited it all up. I sure hope it's not what I think it is. 

I was interrupted from my thoughts by my phone's ringing. It was Ellie.

“Audrey, you need to see this,” Ellie said the minute I picked up the phone. “My place, 8pm, stat.” 

“Oh, I'm doing great, thanks for asking.” I responded in a dry tone.

“This is not time for sarcasm Audrey. Be here in thirty minutes.” 

“Yes mom.” I rolled my eyes as the call ended. I glanced at my bedside clock and saw it was a couple of minutes past 7pm.  

I took the 5-minute drive to Ellie's condominium two streets over and honked very loud before putting my car in park.

I then walked into the living room where Liz and Courtney were already seated and waiting. 

“Alright, I'm here.” I announced.

“Do you remember Mr. Green Eyes? The dude you sneaked off with that night we went to the club?” Ellie began.

“Yeah, that dude you left us for. You horny slut.” Courtney snided, side-eyeing me. 

“I don't even blame Audrey, dude was hot as fuck.” Liz said nonchalantly. 

“Well, I found him. On a gossip blog. Bitch you had a one night stand with a billionaire.” Ellie continued, showing me the blog.

LENNOX MERCHANDISE ON THE VERGE OF BANKRUPTCY DUE TO THE LACK OF AN HEIR.

On the cover photo was a photo of Mr. Green Eyes, wearing what looked like a tailored Italian suit, and black rimmed glasses. Holy fuck. He looked hotter.

And he was a billionaire? I literally left money on the bedside table thinking he was a hooker or something.

“Apparently, his name is Asher Lennox, he's the CEO of this billion-dollar jet company, which he inherited from his billionaire father. Now according to the blog, because Mr. Asher isn't married yet, there's this paranoia among the shareholders that there is no heir to the company yet, and so their shares are plummeting.” Ellie broke it down.

“I didn't just have a one-night stand with him, but I'm also presently carrying his child.” I said absentmindedly still staring at the picture.

The room went pindrop silent and all eyes became fixated on me, mouths wide open.

“You should close your mouths so a fly doesn't lay eggs in it.” I continued.

“Girl, tell me you're lying!” Courtney screamed, wide-eyed.

“What the actual fuck Drey, how long have you known this for?!” Ellie questioned.

“I don't know…I'm not sure, but, I was having some bouts of dizzy spells and nausea this morning.” 

“Tell me you're fucking lying!” Courtney repeated. 

“When was the last time you saw your period?” Ellie questioned.

“About two months ago.” I shrugged. I really didn't understand why they were making such a big deal out of it.

“What the fuck Audrey?!” Liz yelled.

“Oh my goodness, chill. It only happened this morning, so I think I'm just coming down with a fever or somethin-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. You know very well you're pregnant Drey. You know.” Liz cut me off.

It wasn't until then that the reality finally hit me. I can't even deny that I have felt different for the past two weeks. I might be actually pregnant, not just pregnant, but for a billionaire that probably doesn't even remember that night. 

If it turned out that I was, where would I even start? Even if I approached him with a positive pregnancy test, I'm not even sure he would believe me, he would even think I was one of those groupies that were interested in the money and fame his life came with. 

My mother wouldn't care, but my father would kill me. Because his precious plans for me to be married to my ex by next year, has been ruined by me. I can't even imagine him finding out about this. I have to do everything possible to hide this from him.

“What am I going to do? Oh my goodness, I'm freaking out.” I fanned myself with my hands. 

“You need to calm down, so you don't stress the baby.” Liz held my hands.

“We don't even know if you're actually pregnant for sure. You need to take a test, first things first.” Ellie said. 

“I'm booking an appointment right now at the hospital for tomorrow morning.” Courtney began tapping away at her phone, booking the appointment. 

“Thanks Court.” Ellie said.

“You don't have to thank me, just name the child after me if it's a girl.* Courtney shrugged.

“Hell no! So she would become a whore just like you are?” Liz shouted. 

“Bitch, you tried it.” Courtney lunged at Liz while she screamed, which made me chuckle. 

Trust my friends to always make every situation lighter with their crazy personalities. 

The next day…

The next morning came, and I was filled with nerves. At some point, my hands were literally shaking. Ellie came to pick me up because I was too nervous to drive. We got there and Liz and Courtney were already waiting which made my heart melt. 

We got into the hospital and I did the test. Afterwards, we all waited in the receptionist area for the test results. About 30 minutes later, a nurse called my name. 

“Miss Holt? Here are your test results.” She handed a thin brown envelope and I swear, my heart palpitated. This is it. 

“Take your time sweetie.” Courtney patted my back. 

I blew out a long breath and took out the results from the brown envelop and scanned my eyes over the paper. When I finally saw it, all I could hear was white noise for ten seconds, I couldn't move. 

“Oh my God,” I said teary-eyed, with my hands over my mouth. It felt like my whole world had come crashing down. I was literally scared, because the pregnancy was now a reality. I don't even know how I'm going to hide this from my father.

Liz grabbed the paper from me and her face immediately became somber. And so did Courtney and Ellie. 

“What am I going to do now? He's never going to accept that it's his. My life is ruined.” I said as a tear fell down my cheek. My father would find out and he would disown me for real. 

“Shhhh, don't say that, love. Your life is not ruined.” Liz coaxed me. 

“But it is!” I shook my head.

“Look, Drey, we're not going to go down without a fight, okay? I need you to get yourself together and stop throwing a pity party. I have a plan, but first, we need a sonogram.”