9_THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

Santos poured himself another shot of vodka and swallowed it all down in one huge gulp.

He couldn't believe it because there was no way it was possible although he clearly remembered not using protection.

That was his first slip up and it only came back to hit him right in the face.

He silently cursed his stupid libido.

How can Kim affect him in such a way?

Santos closed his eyes when he remembered that night, how he woke up alone at dawn and she wasn't there. She was gone!

She fucking left in the middle of the night after she used him and just like some toy, throw him away when she was done.

‘What are you saying?’ He poured another shot.

Of course he felt something. He couldn't explain or tell exactly what it was when he realized she was gone without a word but it made him feel uncomfortable and weird in a way.

He was usually the one that leaves in the middle of the night or at dawn, so when he realised she did exactly what he was supposed to be the one to do, it got him mad.

How dare her? Who the hell does she think she is? He called the shots and not some local waitress.

Yes, it bruised his ego and it challenged him so badly that he wanted to get back at her but then, he started seeing her shadows dancing in his room at night.

Her melodious voice kept whispering into his ears and the flashes of her beautiful face kept haunting his dreams.

He had never experienced anything like that before.

None of the women he slept with affected him the way she did and after some weeks of fighting her ghosts, he knew he just had to see her again because they weren't done.

He thought she was just some stupid gullible woman who needed to be fuck but no, now he realized the kind of woman Kimberlee Smith was.

She wasn't stupid, neither gullible but rather very smart. She was evidently stubborn and an obvious cynic

The little conversation they had a few times made him realize she was prudent and very determined in some aspects so that only meant she was very hardworking.

Plus, she has three jobs which was quite fascinating as to what she used all that money for.

He always thought she was successfully seduced into bed by him but after she left and rejected his card, he had a rethink.

It was either she has an enormous pride or ego or, she's just not materialistic.

But everyone is materialistic where he comes and in fact, everyone in the world.

So he had to cancel the second option and go with the first.

She definitely was an egomaniac.

Santos's attention drifted back to the open envelope on his huge office table.

He took off his suit jacket as he read it again.

Everything now makes sense. It explains why she freaked out when she saw him. He has all the answers he needed.

Kimberlee is pregnant and it's his.

She is pregnant for him.

His child is in her womb.

He was very certain the child was his.

She was two months pregnant and he was her first so except she fucked another dude after she fucked him that night, the child was definitely his.

But deep down, he knew Kim wasn't loose. There's just no way on this earth she turned whore and fucked someone else.

He didn't know why but he'd accepted the fact that he impregnated her. He was responsible and he knew it.

How did he mess up so bad?

He has a long list of things he wanted to do before he die and having a child wasn't part of it. He never wanted children or marriage.

So how should he handle this news when he wasn't even prepared for it?

This can't be possible. Not now.

It will completely destroy him and his reputation.

He tried thinking of an alternative but none came to mind except her cute face.

‘Snap out of it!’

He really needs to see her, talk to her or he will go insane! If he doesn't meet her, he might just go insane because he felt so fucking suffocated.

Kim will definitely not want to see him.

She freaked out and warned him to stay away from her which was obvious she was trying to hide something, well, now he knows.

He can't chase after her either because she'll just keep on running away and that might scare her away from him.

Santos wondered if she was also panicking or freaking out.

What was she thinking and how is she taking the news?

He could only imagine the horror when she found out about the pregnancy.

Was she frightened? Scared? Horrified? Regretful?

This wasn't a great news but he will never regret that night.

“Santos.” A masculine voice snapped him back into reality.

“Why'd you call me? Are you alright?” The man looked at the empty bottle on the table.

“Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He raked his fingers through his hair when the other men picked the paper from the table.

“Oh shit,” He simply said.

“Estaban, I don't know what to do.” Santos breathed.

“First of all, you need to breathe.” Estaban placed his muscular hand on his brother. “I'm here.”

Santos nodded.

“Who is she?”

“Kimberlee Smith.” Santos sighed.

“A socialite? Billionaire daughter? Philanthropist? A politician's daughter?” Estaban asked.

“A waitress.” Santos looked away from his brother.

Estaban tried to conceal his laughter as he sat at the edge of the table with Santos.

“Don't mock me.”

“I'm not!” Estaban defensively said. “I'm just surprised because I know your taste. Blonde and rich, so what happened?”

“She is not even blonde.” Santos replied.

Laughter roared from Estaban. “Wow, this is new. I am shocked! Who are you and what have you done to my brother?”

“Really? Making jokes in serious situations?” Santos glared at him.

“No, I'm just saying. What did you see in her? What was so special you just had to sleep with her?” Estaban seriously asked.

“She's beautiful, smart and there's this way her eyes sparkle when she's about to be stubborn, it's cute. She is also challenging, her personality.” Santos smiled a little. “You won't believe this but she is a funny cynic.”

Estaban watched his brother.

“What?” Santos frowned.

“Nothing,” Estaban lightly chuckled. “Absolutely nothing.”