"You are pregnant, ms. Natasha," the doctor declared as he handed over the pregnancy test result to her. Her heart sunk to her belly, she was shocked to the gut. Pregnant? How? It was just a one night stand, how could it lead to pregnancy?
"Doctor, I only had sex once and I used a pill after sex, are you sure this test result is correct?" Natasha asked. She was still young, although she's done with her first degree, she was yet to get a job plus she's not even mentally stable to raise a child at the moment.
It's been six weeks that she had caught her fiancé having sex with his female staff. It's been six weeks since she had sex with that stranger at the club.
For the past two weeks, she had began to experience some weird symptoms. Firstly, her period was absent and then she started spitting more often than usual, she find herself sleeping alot and she feels dizzy most of the times. She found out she was urinating even more frequently and vomiting very often. She had to book an appointment with the doctor to find out what could be wrong with her.
She could have guessed it was pregnancy but she used a pill after sex when she got home after the unplanned one night stand.
"Pills after sex doesn't work hundred percent of time. it fails sometimes. You are clearly pregnant, it's obvious," the doctor spoke affirmatively.
She let out a sigh.
"Don't stress yourself about it, miss. Natasha. The pregnancy is less than two months so abortion is safe." The doctor advised. "I'll advise you take out time to think over what to do as regarding the pregnancy."
She needs to find that man that she had a one night stand with and inform him. If he's not interested in the pregnancy, then she will have to abort it. But if he is, then they must talk about the future of the baby. Natasha thought.
"Indeed." She stood and added, "I'll think about it and let you know my decision."
She watched the doctor nod after which she walked out. On getting inside her car, she bursted into tears. How could she get pregnant for a stranger? She remembered how the stranger had thrown a sum of money to her after sex that night, as though she was a slut. How could that type of man be a father of her unborn baby?
After crying for a few minutes, she cleaned the tears on her face and started the ignition of the car. She drove straight to the club she had gone to six weeks ago.
On stepping inside, she saw that the club was empty, of course, this was still morning and majority of people are fond of clubbing at night.
Should she have come here at night? But even if she comes at night, what's the probability that she will find him? She walked inside the club nonetheless and saw a few men seated, while a few workers were cleaning. She didn't know whom to approach exactly, she didn't know that stranger's name but at least, she knows how he looked like.
All of sudden, she heard steps behind and she turned, she was stunned to see an elegant man with a familiar face and about ten escorts, all dressed in an Italian tuxedo suits, walk inside the club. She recognized the elegant man at once, he's that stranger that she had a night stand with six weeks ago.
How does she go to meet him without looking awkward, she was nervous. She watched as the ten escorts lead him to meet three Turkish men that were already seated in a special seats at the club.
She couldn't help but wonder whom the man was, for the air around him exudes both nobility and grace. He looked like a young emperor. She summoned courage and walked swiftly towards him but before she could get to where the man sat, the escorts stopped her.
"I need to see your boss," she shouted so that the elegant man can hear her.
"Please leave." One of the escorts warned her.
"I need to see him, it's urgent," Natasha raised her voice even louder.
The escorts that were blocking her from meeting this elegant man suddenly gave way and then she saw the tall and handsome figure standing right before her. It was that man that she had a night stand with weeks ago. He had obviously heard her voice and walk up to attend to her.
"I'm sure you still remember me, right?" Natasha asked but his face only exudes ignorance, as though he had never seen her before, "the woman you had one night stand with six weeks ago at this club?"
"I can't count the number of women I've had one night stands with here, what do you want?" He asked emotionlessly.
Her nervousness grew. Should she just walk away? He doesn't look like someone that would even accept the pregnancy?
But it won't be bad if he knows, "I'm pregnant for you."
The three Turkish men behind let out a scoff, as though she had cracked a joke. Even the escorts of the elegant man standing around couldn't help but look at her amusingly, as though she was a crazy woman. She felt greatly embarrassed.
However, the man before her still have a facial expression that is void of emotions. "They are scoffing at you cause they know you are lying."
"I'm not lying. You are the only person I've had sex with," she said and heard giggles again.
"There are several women that had tried this gimmick. Their end is always disastrous." His voice held an harsh tone of warning.
Gimmick? He thought she was lying?
She opened her mouth in an attempt to utter more convincing words but he cut her off,, "I'll pardon you this time for disrupting my peace. But if you appear before me again, I won't be kind."
What! Natasha bursted into tears. She just couldn't hold it anymore.
Unmoved by her tears, the elegant man turned majestically and said to one of his escorts, "give this woman some cash and send her away."
Natasha cried even more. Is everything about money to him? And how rich is he to think he can solve everything with money? "I don't need your money." Natasha quickly blurted out. Now cleaning the many tears on her face.
One of the escorts swiftly stretched to her a big backpack containing loads of cash. She looked at it with disdain and spat on it. "To hell with this money."
She turned and wobbled out, her heart shattering, she was beyond broken. She will abort this baby and that's final. She can't carry a baby whose father has refused to accept. Plus she's just about starting a new phase of her life and that doesn't include having a baby.
She drove back straight to the hospital, when she got there, she found t
he doctor and told him, "I've made my decision, I'm aborting the baby."
A resounding slap landed on Natasha's cheek. She had just being slapped by her father, "you disgraceful daughter! How did you get pregnant? Huxley said he had never laid with you." Huxley was her ex fianceé, the bastard who cheated on her. Natasha didn't know how her father found out she was pregnant. Apart from the doctor that already knew, she hadn't revealed it to anyone yet. Holding her burning cheek that had just been slapped, her father, Mr. Lewis, continued, "you have brought shame to me. Did you know how much we stand to benefit if you get married to the Powell's family. Huxley was infact the second son of the Powell's family. The Powell's family were one of the upper class families in Leaf City. And they are widely known for their prominence and wealth. "Dad, I caught Huxley having sex with one of his female employee," Natasha defended herself. "And so?" Lewis asked irritatedly, "men are polygamous in nature, that's not a big deal. It's not as if he cancelled the engageme
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