The Man From That Night!

Emily's POV

In the doctor's waiting room, with my fingers holding the edge of the chair tightly, I sat nervously waiting to get the result. Each passing second was making the knots in my stomach stronger.

The nurse called me up and I walked into the office.

The doctor was a kind, middle-aged woman with a soft voice and glasses that sat low on her face. "Emily, correct? Let's review your test results."

I nodded, my hands cold.

She looked away from the computer screen at me. "You're pregnant."

The words were like a punch to my guts. I didn't move. I didn't speak.

Pregnant. Just great. I had a one-night stand with some strange guy, and now I'm pregnant with his baby, and I don't even know who the man was.

I stared at her in an attempt to understand, but just… stopped thinking completely. This was my fault.

"How far gone am I?" I whispered.

"About three weeks," she said. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I just—needed to know," I pushed out through clenched teeth.

She handed me the printed results. I thanked her and quickly left the office.

My ears rang with the beat of my pulse. I grasped the envelope as if it were some electric charge and headed for the elevator.

My phone rang in my purse and I stopped to reach for it. I wasn't looking, and kept walking then…

Crash! I hit someone.

The paper flew and my bag dropped to the floor with a thud. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I exclaimed.

"It's fine," a deep voice responded at the same time.

I froze. That voice. It was familiar.

I looked up—and my breath caught in my throat. It was him! The man from that night.

He had the same calm eyes. The same sharp jaw. His beard was trimmed neatly and he crouched down to take my test paper.

He gave me the paper. "You dropped this."

My fingers quickly grabbed it out of his hand before he got a better look. "Thanks," I muttered.

He cocked his head to one side to study me, but I didn't give him the chance to say anything. Then I grabbed my bag and virtually sprinted out of the building.

It doesn't matter, I told myself. It was just a coincidence. I would never see him again.

~

"Emily!" Maria screamed my name for the hundredth time.

"Coming!"

The diner was packed with a lot of customers. And Maria yelled the orders out.

"Emily! I need you to give this to table six!" she called out.

"Got it!" I took the platter and balanced the plates.

I made my way through the tables with my head hung low and walked to the corner booth in the back.

He raised his head and I froze.

Oh God. Not today. He was sitting alone with his white shirt rolled at the sleeves, revealing his tattooed arms. He raised his head and I saw the tattoo on his neck going down to his chest and a few open buttons.

What the hell was he doing here?

He turned his head and his eyes met mine. I couldn't move. My throat dried up. It was him. The man from that night. But why was he here? Out of all the diners, why would he come to this one?

"Emily!" Maria yelled and I knew I had to keep moving. I swallowed and continued walking towards him, acting as normal as I could.

"Here's your order, sir," I said calmly.

"Thanks," he said and I was about to leave when he shocked me. "Hello, Emily. How have you been?"

Shit. He remembered me. And he knew my name. My heart stopped.

Quick, act like you don't know him.

"Do I…do I know you?" I responded.

He smirked, reaching for his coffee. "Are we playing the memory loss game, sweetie?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, my voice slightly trembling.

He sipped his coffee then placed the cup on the table and relaxed in his chair. "I waited for your call for a whole day."

The air caught in my lungs. Why wasn't he dropping it?

"I don't know what you think happened…" I began.

He cut me off. "I remember everything."

My cheeks turned red and I gulped. "I…I'm sorry. I don't know why you're talking about."

"I'll advise you to stop acting dumb, Emily."

"I'm not…"

"Did I fuck your brains out that night or is it just so hard to remember the man who got you pregnant?"

"Wait. What?" I stuttered. He knew? How?

He smiled and held his coffee cup again, then sipped. His eyes stayed on me, watching me with those devilish hints in them. "You're speechless. I like that. Now, we can talk better."

"I…I…" I breathed, my words failing me.

"So, Emily, tell me. Why didn't you call? Don't tell me you were shy?"

"I wasn't.."

"Oh, you dropped the act. How nice."

Shit. I had just admitted to knowing him.

"I meant I wasn't shy because I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I said, flatly.

"Alright," he said and his eyes calmed. That scared the hell out of me. "I guess it wouldn't hurt your feelings if I asked your boss for confirmation on where you were that night."

"That's crazy. She's not…"

"Or, I could show you the video of us having sex so you'll believe it," he said.

I blinked. There was a video of us having sex? Oh, my God!

"You didn't…" I stuttered and he smirked harder.

"I did. Did you expect nothing while sleeping with a stranger? Dent me again and I'll make sure we're not the only ones that know about the sex tape."

My heart dropped.

"Let's go over this again, shall we?" He asked. My heart skipped a beat.

"Are you Emily, the girl I slept with that night, or not?"

I held back my tongue, wanting to deny it but something warned me not to test his patience.

"Yes, I am," I confessed.

"Great. Next question, pretty girl. Is the baby mine?" He asked.

The tray shook in my hands and I swallowed.

Holy hell. What had I gotten myself into?