Episode 4

Grace Miller 🥀

"Grace! Hello!..." the security guard came walking towards me. "Sorry to intrude, but I heard you're looking for our new boss, is that true?"

"Yes, it is, Marcos. Do you know anything about him?"

"Ah, yes! I heard he was at a nightclub he recently opened, I think the name is Luxury..."

"Oh..."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you very much, you've helped me a lot."

"You're welcome!"

Without much delay, I returned to the car where my friend was waiting for me.

"Huh? Already?" she asked.

"Let's go to the nightclub!"

So Alina drove to the most famous nightclub in the city. It had opened recently but was already a total success, the perfect place if you wanted to drink and use a few little things. Apparently, it was also the perfect place if you wanted to get pregnant by a fucking asshole.

I had no idea this place belonged to my new, and soon-to-be ex, boss.

"I'll wait for you here in the car... This is a matter just for the two of you!"

"Okay! Wish me luck."

"It won't be that bad. Good luck, gorgeous!"

I got out of the car and entered the nightclub. It wasn't open yet, so only employees were working.

"Miss, sorry, but we're not serving yet," an extremely hot young man stopped in front of me.

"I know," I stared at the young man. "I'm looking for someone, I believe he's the owner of the place."

"And who would that be?"

"I don't know his name... He's tall, blond, and about one meter eighty tall."

"Miss, you've just described half the people who work and frequent this place."

"Shit! He's an ill-mannered asshole, but he's very handsome and has access to the office."

"Well, Mr. Davis then. He's the only one with access to the office."

"Right!... Davis," I forced a smile. "I'd like to speak with him if possible."

"I'll inform him of your presence. What's your name?"

"Grace! Please tell him it's a matter of extreme urgency."

"Will do!" he walked away.

I sat on one of the bar stools and waited. However, it seemed to take an eternity for them to attend to me.

"Let's go," the young man returned. "I'll take you to the office!" I nodded and followed him to the second floor.

This is what you get for acting on pure lust; now I'm here, pregnant, without the maturity to raise a baby.

"Thank you," I said as he opened the office door for me.

The man I discovered was my boss sat behind his desk, staring at me, confused.

"What do you want with me?"

How polite!

"Well!" I pulled up a chair to sit. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me," he gave an arrogant little smile. "I was here on opening night."

"Many people were."

"We fucked on opening night," I said, already getting irritated.

"Oh! In the bathroom?" Just look at the father I found for my baby.

"In your office!"

"Ah, right, the prude who said 'no oral sex'... What do you want?"

I took the pregnancy test out of my bag along with the ultrasound photo and put them on the table. He picked them up suspiciously.

"Nine weeks!" I informed him. "I found out yesterday."

"Pregnant? And what do I have to do with it? We used a condom, I always use a condom!"

"I don't know if you remember, but the condom broke."

"I don't remember that. Are you trying to gold-dig me, girl?" For God's sake...

"A scheme?" I took my phone out of my bag, showing the receipt for the pill I bought.

"Hmm! Interested in my money?" That was all I needed.

"My angel? I didn't even know your name, I had no idea who you were until the company's opening day... My dream is to pull a pregnancy scam on a disgusting, ill-mannered guy."

"You work at Spyce? Then you know very well who I am!"

"Want a DNA test? Go ahead," I shrugged. "If I were going to pull a scam, I'd choose someone better, someone more decent!"

"This child could be anyone's!"

"To my misfortune and his," I placed my hand on my belly, "it's yours."

I don't think he'll ever forgive me for not giving him a decent father.

"I want a DNA test," he agreed. "And I choose the clinic."

"Feel free. I'm not going to bribe anyone."

"I don't know..."

Wow, I hate him.

"Leave your contact information," he handed me a piece of paper and a pen. "I'll call as soon as I find a good clinic."

"Okay!" I jotted down my number. "Don't stall, I'm not very patient."

"I'm so worried," he rolled his eyes, being sarcastic.