The Weight of Responsibility

I stared at the positive pregnancy test, my mind reeling in disbelief. How could this be happening? The room spun around me as I struggled to process the news.

Panic set in as I thought about carrying a child with no father, no support, and no future. The father, Kyle, was a stranger, a one night mistake. What would people think of me? How would I cope?

Determination slowly replaced despair. I couldn't let my circumstances define me. I refused to be a victim. A plan began to form in my mind, fueled by anger and a desire for revenge.

I thought about using Kyle, leveraging the pregnancy to get close to him, to make Lucas pay for his betrayal. Kyle had everything; I had nothing. But I had this , a child, a connection to him.

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The next day, with newfound resolve, I'm ready for whatever comes next.

I hailed a cab and directed the driver to the Company, where Kyle Prescott worked

Arriving at the company, I steeled myself for the encounter. As I walked in, I saw a familiar face, the secretary who had been with Kyle in the elevator. I approached him with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Naina Harper, and I would like to see Kyle Prescott," I said.

The secretary looked at me, confused.

"He's busy at the moment. What do you need to see him about?"

"He wouldn't be too busy to meet the woman he was with the other night, the one he took the virginity of. And now, carrying his baby," I whispered while pointing to my belly ,shocking the secretary.

"Can I see him now?" I added, determined to confront Kyle.

The secretary, stunned, led me to Kyle's office. As we walked through the office, my heels clicking on the marble floor, I suddenly felt a familiar presence. My heart skipped a beat. Lucas. My eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, time stood still.

We stood mere feet apart, the tension between us palpable. His eyes, once filled with love and adoration, now seemed cold and distant. I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

"Naina," he said, his voice low and cautious, as if unsure how I'd react.

I stood tall, my shoulders squared, trying to appear stronger than I felt. "Lucas."

The air was thick with unspoken words, unresolved emotions. We both knew that our chance encounter was inevitable, yet we'd avoided it until now.

His eyes scanned my face, as if searching for something. Regret? Forgiveness? I wasn't sure. Mine searched his, seeking answers to questions I dared not ask.

The secretary's voice broke the silence, "Naina, this way, please."

I hesitated, my gaze still locked on Lucas. A flicker of emotion crossed his face, but it vanished quickly, replaced by his usual composure.

"Okay " I said to the secretary , my voice barely above a whisper.

Lucas said nothing, his eyes searching mine once more before he turned and walked away.

The secretary then informed me that Kyle wasn't in the office but at his mansion.

"Then let's go because I can't stand staying here any longer," I said, walking away with the secretary following me. I didn't dare to look back, trying to understand the turmoil in my heart.

The secretary drove me to Kyle's mansion, and I was beyond shocked by its size and grandeu, it looked more like a hotel. He escorted me inside, where I was greeted by different maids, and the interior resembled a palace fit for a king.

"You don't need to take me directly to him; I would like to meet him alone," I told the secretary, who looked at me with a confused expression.

"Don't worry, just trust me," I reassured him, and despite his reluctance, he gave me the directions.

I walked for a few minutes down the hallway until I reached the door the secretary had mentioned and knocked before entering.

The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed and a large framed picture on the wall—presumably of Kyle. I was admiring the room when he suddenly emerged from the bathroom, looking shocked to see me.

"Who...Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger.

He was wrapped in a towel around his waist, revealing his bare chest. Despite his attractive appearance, clearly why women were drawn to him, including Vivian, I was not there to admire him, as I had no interest in him romantically.

"Forgotten me already? We've met twice," I reminded him.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression and smirked. "The elevator lady," he said, recalling our first meeting.

"That wasn't our first encounter," I corrected him as he began to move closer.

“Who let you in?" he asked, his tone becoming more assertive.

"Well, I'm not here to answer your basic questions. I'm here so you can honor your responsibilities," I asserted, noticing his raised eyebrows.

"Kyle Prescott, I'm carrying your baby," I declared,but his expression remained  impassive despite my revelation

"Remember the one-night stand at the hotel? The lady you deflowered? That was me, and I'm here to tell you that I'm pregnant with your child!" I yelled, my voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. his surprise evident, but quickly masked.

"Elevator lady," he continued, and I wished he would stop calling me that.

"I'm not responsible for the thing in your tummy”

“Thing?” If you think you’re responsible then why were you looking for me?” I said

“Because I hate owing someone," Kyle replied, his tone indifferent. "You didn't get paid after our encounter and If you think I'm responsible, just...delete it."

I recoiled, shocked by his suggestion. "Delete it? You mean abort it?"

Fueled by a mixture of anger and disbelief, I walked towards him and slapped him across his face. He was taken aback

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed my arm and squeezed it tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

"Stop, you're hurting me," I said, but he showed no mercy.

Kyle's grip on my arm tightened, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You think you can waltz in here, drop a bombshell, and expect me to cower? I'm Kyle Prescott, and I don't bend for anyone."

His voice was low, menacing, and sent shivers down my spine. I tried to wriggle free, but he held firm.

"You're nothing but a fleeting moment, a mistake. Your pregnancy is just a convenient excuse to latch onto me."

His words cut deep, but I refused to back down. "I won't let you dismiss me, Kyle. I won't let you ignore your responsibility."

Kyle's laughter was cold, mirthless. "Responsibility? You want to talk about responsibility? You're the one who spread your legs for a stranger, who got pregnant by a man you don't even know."

His words stung, but I stood my ground. "That may be true, but you're still the father. And I won't let you walk away."

Kyle's expression turned glacial. "You're making a grave mistake, Elevator Lady. I don't take threats well."

Suddenly, he released my arm, and I stumbled back, gasping. But before I could react, he grasped my wrist, his fingers like a vice.

"Come with me," he growled, dragging me deeper into the mansion.

I struggled, but he was too strong.

Where are you taking me to? I yelled but he continued dragging me