All Chapters of Pregnant After A One Night Stand : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nico's POV I am right. Once I make my way out of the company and arrive outside at the driveways, Diego's car is gone. I walk straight to the chief of security. He stands up and salutes me as I approach, but I wave him off. I'm not ready to deal with the formalities. To tell the truth, I'm boiling with rage. I don't care if Diego is my father and the grand head of the mafia, but I'm fucking sick and tired of letting everyone else control me. I have a life of my own, for crying out loud, and I'm not some fucking machine that's going to do whatever they say just because it's for the good of the family. I have my own happiness to chase after. And I'm not going to sit there and watch as he pushes away that one person that makes me feel alive. Yeah, why didn't I tell him all that back when he was still in my office? I think to myself. Well, it's not like it would have changed anything, but it definitely would have made me feel a tad more satisfied than I do now. "Send me the security fo

Jasmine's POV Approximately half an hour later, Chad pulls up at the driveway and the doorbell rings. I've already managed to get into a presentable look: a short red gown that stops just above my knees and matching heels. I quickly tie my hair in a bun and apply the last bit of makeup, then I look at myself in the mirror one more time and confirm that I'm ready. I still feel a bit depressed over Nico, but if I want to at least make him believe that I was serious about what I said, then I have to act the part. I should not be the one broken when I'm the one who broke things off. I don't have to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.I have to appear strong even though I don't feel it. And that is pretty much the only reason why I gave in when Chad called. I'm in desperate need of company. I open the front door and he stands there wearing a blue suit, and there's even a little rose on it."Good morning," I say, keeping the atmosphere as casual as I can. He doesn't say anything

Nico's POV This time I don't even bother to go to the company. They can manage without me; hell, they can even go up to a year or two without me. After all, I'm only the CEO. The manager can handle the rest as long as my profits keep rolling in.And that is essentially why I'm at the base instead. It is around 8:00 in the morning. By now, I'm regretting waking up early in the first place. And I'm pretty much the only one in the penthouse. The door of my office clicks open and Fabio walks in. I turn around on my swivel chair to face him. Well, I guess I wasn't quite as alone as I thought. "What do you want?" I ask, slumping against the chair.He raises an eyebrow, but the fucker says nothing. Instead, he keeps walking until he's directly in front of me, and he draws out a spare chair and sits down, crossing his legs like he owned the fucking room. "Cooped up in your study all day, staring into space. Now that is a side of Nico that I haven't seen," he says, a smirk forming on his f

NICO'S POV —Soon, the lights on Clifford bridge come into view. Fabio stops the car and parks under an oak tree at a good distance away. There's nothing in sight. Well, nothing that I can see from my spot over here. I don't even sight any of Marcus's henchmen around. "I can't stop you at this point, can I?" Fabio asks one more time.I give a chuckle and push open the car door. "Don't show up unless I call for backup," I instruct him. "Tell the men to lay low too. I'll find out what Marcus wants." Fabio rolls his eyes but nods in understanding anyway. I take extra care to make sure that my gun is in place before turning towards the bridge.The soft grass crunches under my boot, creating a faint rhythm that only I can hear. I hum softly, taking long strides forward. Jasmine's message replays in my mind, but I try to push it aside. She has no idea what I'm up to. And besides, out here was way better than going back to the mansion. I'm a man of action. Even if things don't end up

Jasmine's POVNico doesn't text me back. I stay up all night wondering what to make of it. I hate the fact that I'm staring at my phone waiting for a notification that's probably from him. It shows clearly there that he read it, but for some reason he doesn't text back. I mean, why should he now that he has no reason to?I wonder. Waiting myself is a bit painful, but that has become the reality of the situation. There is a knock at the door and I'm snapped out of my pitiful state."Come in," I say, knowing that at this point it didn't even matter who came in or not, and there was no use to dress up. The door opens and Isabella steps inside."Are you okay, miss?" she asks, a concerned look on her face. A part of me feels guilty for making her worry over nothing like this. I'm just being a very deadbeat person, wallowing in my self-pity."I'm fine, Isabella," I say, managing a little smile even though I don't feel like it at all at the moment. I turn around to face her. She walks into t