Chapter 2

POV: Brianna Boone

"Are you sure, doc?" I asked, dry mouthed.

He sighed as if repeating it one more time would somehow shorten his lifespan. "Yes, Bri. You're pregnant."

I took a moment to let his words sink in. To let the severity of his words sink in. "Wait, what?” I breathed out as the shock of the news made everything inside of me to rise.

To be fair, I suspected that was going to be his verdict. But, it didn’t make this any less shocking. Constant nausea and irritation to pretty much everything during the past week was a giveaway. I'd convinced myself it was nothing big. Just flu or fever, even though deep down, I knew it might be this– pregnancy.

The doctor left me there to gather myself because he could tell I was distraught by the news. I thought about nothing else but the possibility of being a mother. That was something I wasn't prepared for.

I am a twenty-four year old, single young adult. I still pretty much feel like a child.

How can I be pregnant? I mused silently as I felt tears prickle my eyes. I knew crying wasn’t going to change a thing in this situation, but I couldn’t help it.

I was quick to wipe the stray tear that slide down my cheeks, feeling determined to not break down in this stupid hospital. I’d rather do that tonight once I get home, over a bucket of ice cream while hating myself and my past decisions.

A child? How would I cope?

It’s saddening to me that I was in such a situation right now, but there was no way I could even consider an abortion. Not only was it against my belief, it was also part of the handful of things I couldn’t ever imagine myself doing.

A nurse came in some minutes later to tell me about my options. I told her to buzz off because I knew exactly what I had to do.

Abortion wasn't an option. Ever.

To say the father of my child was the one night stand I had carried out about a month ago, wasn’t all that surprising. I had definitely been too fucked out that night to remember if he had worn a condom the entire time we had sex, seeing as he never got tired and went on so many rounds that I lost count of my orgasms at a certain point.

That had been the best sex of my entire life. Too bad I had to end up pregnant from that. Perhaps the universe was punishing me for finally carrying out one of my sexual fantasies out.

I left the clinic early to get my presentation slides ready. I was going to be in charge of a very important briefing with the company's board and our latest client tomorrow. They were considered a must-win and everything depended on how good my pitch turns out. We were an ad company in Bristol and our success has given us quite a reputation in the country.

I mulled over the fact that I was pregnant that night, when I settled in bed for sleep. I ran my hand over the still flat surface of my stomach, silently marveling over the fact that I now have a breathing thing inside of me.

As I was about to sleep, tears prickle my eyes as I silently thought about if the child was going to end up hating me for not giving them a father. I had no idea of what it’s father’s name was to begin with, which is more than shameful.

This is the most shameful way ever to get pregnant.

What would I even tell people when they ask? What would I tell my mother? What would I tell my child in the future? That I was just trying to have reckless fun for once in my entire life?

I rolled around in bed and buried my face in my pillow, allowing the fluffy surface to stiffen my sobs and absorb my tears as I slowly fell asleep.

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"Fuck."

It was almost 8 am. I had just fifteen minutes to go before I would have to appear in the board room. I flew off the bed straight for my toothbrush. I was dressed in no time, barely having time to dwell on the problems currently in my life as I dashed out of the apartment.

I got to the office with a minute to spare. The elevator ride was shockingly faster than I had played it out in my head. I literally flew into the board room with the executives at the table watching me. I was the last one there.

I greeted everyone there. The only familiar face there was Stevie, my boss, and our analyst. Shane. Or was it Shannon?

They stared at me with a you're-our-hail-mary-so-please-don't-fuck-this-up look on their faces.

I did plan on giving my best today, after all.

I took a breath, then let loose the pitch I had practiced for almost all my life. My ideas for the ad their latest product needed were fresh enough to get approval nods around the table. I knew I was killing it and that knowledge gave me the confidence I needed. It gave me an extra boost.

As I explained my vision further for the brand using the slideshows, I notice a man tucked away a little to the left watching me. There was something familiar about him, about how piercing his gaze was and now relaxed his smirk was.

Then it all clicked in an instant.

Holy shit.

I hadn’t realized I had said that out loud until when I noticed everyone’s pause. I was quick to apologize for that while silently berating myself for that slight slip.

My face showed no expression. None whatsoever as I continued with my presentation. I was freaking out on the inside, not just because that slight slip could prevent this pitch from being successful, but also because of the blue eyed man whose eyes I could feel watching me with so much intensity in them. A variety of warning lights came on in my head after a fleeting moment.

Fuck!

The look he gave me from the corner of his eyes was an indication that he remembered me. I suddenly had the faint feeling of being trapped, and yet I somehow carried on with my pitch because failing this project was definitely not an option.

"We love it!" Terry said finally after I rounded up my pitch.

I breathed out a deep, relived sigh. Terry was the client we hoped to bag and he had just okayed the contract with those three much-needed words.

I relaxed but not fully. I relaxed just enough to praise myself for a successful pitch, but I was completely aware of the blue eyed man whose eyes were still glued on my body. He never said a word throughout the entire meeting, but he seemed big enough from how Terry kept silently conversing with him before he okayed the pitch. I was glad he chose to remain silent throughout the meeting because I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have made another slip if I had got to listen to him speak again.

Without waiting behind for another second, I excused myself and flew out the conference room, while still feeling that intense blue eyes on me.

One look at those eyes and I remembered him making me hold his gaze with mine as he pinned my thighs to the bed while eating me out until I couldn’t breathe… or when he held eye contact with me as he fucked my throat… or when he made me look at him as he gripped my throat firmly while slowly thrusting into me and effortlessly hitting all of my spots.

My heart beat in painful thuds as I forced myself back to reality. It was the only sound I could hear in the elevator as I rode it all the way to the ground floor, and it echoed with deafening intensity.

I got into my car and drove out of the office’s premises in no time.