Chapter 4

Anastasia's POV

“Ana, get ready to take these files to Mr. Jones’ house”, “his driver would be here to pick you up” Brenda said handling the files to me.

I left the lunchroom and made my way to my cubicle to pick up my phone and bag. Within a few minutes, the driver was around, I entered and we zoomed out of the company.

We arrived at his house shortly after we left the company. I stepped out of the car and entered the building. The first thing that came to my mind was “palace” . The inside exudes beauty and royalty.

A beautiful diamond-like chandelier stood in the center of the room illuminating it up. “Of course, he won't settle for less, what more do I expect of the mansion of a director at an Interior company’, I concluded absentmindedly.

I made my way to the sofa and sat down patiently waiting for my boss to come downstairs.

After checking my phone for the umpteenth time, I decided to take a nap, as it won't hurt.

I felt a soft hand gently rocking my shoulders to wake me up from my sleep. He apologized for keeping me waiting for such a long time.

“It's alright sir”, I said moving closer to him, all of a sudden,I felt nauseous from within and lost my balance before everything went blank.

***

I turned from one side to another on the fluffy bed, “this is not my bed,it is too soft, ” I said in my mind and sat up abruptly.

I looked around at the strange but beautiful room trying to remember where I was. The door of the room opened gently and my boss entered, smiling at me. “Uhh Uhh, this better be good, why is he smiling?” I thought.

“Congratulations”, he said. “You are pregnant” he dropped the bomb on me.

“Who?” “Me!?” “I am not pregnant”, I'm just stressed out. I just need to get a good sleep. I told him while removing the covers from my body.

“Yes you are, my doctor confirmed it minutes ago”, he retorted. “There must be a mix up somewhere, I'm not pregnant!” I shouted.

He laughed heartily at my statement and said gently, “Doctor Bernard is the best you can get in the whole of New York City; you see why he can't be wrong?. “You my dear are preg….”

I stood up from the bed and made my way downstairs without waiting for him to finish the sentence. I could tell he was behind me but I didn't mind, I needed to get out of this place quickly.

“Marry me”, he said abruptly and I stood still from the shock of his statement. I turned around slowly looking at him.

“You heard me”, “marry me in contract only though”, “I have had my private investigator do the checkings”. “You need the money and I need a baby mama”.

“It is a win-win situation for both of us, if anything, you won't regret it”.

I looked at him shaking my head furiously to show my disapproval. Without saying any more words I dashed out of his building without another word and ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Finally, I was out of the compound, I stopped to catch my breath thinking about what just transpired between my boss and I.

“I am certain that I'm not pregnant”, I said to myself convincingly. “Unless…” I trailed off remembering the passionate night myself and my ex hard 3 weeks back or was it the one before that?

“But he used protection!”, I countered back before remembering that it broke off during the process.

“My goodness!, I can't be pregnant from that one stupid mistake”. I said to the empty street.

My vision suddenly became blurry, I steadied myself just as a hand helped me, I leaned myself on the figure before looking up to see who it was.

“Exactly what I thought would happen considering how you rushed out” , he said as he took me to his car.

“Why are you here sir?” I questioned with a frustrating sigh.

“I just thought to follow you”, “you are probably in your first trimester”, “you need all the help you could get”.

“ How many times do I need to repeat it?” “I'm not pregnant for God's sake!”, I shouted amidst tears, I can't be pregnant from that one night.

“I won't ask you questions about the father of the child”, “all I need is for you to accept this”, he said, handing me a brown envelope paper.

“Check the contract out”, “let me know if you have any questions or if you want anything to be added or removed”. He said calmly, thrusting it into my hands.

Mustering up all the courage left in me, I said looking him deep in the eyes, “I won't marry you and I definitely won't be signing this”, “so get this thing out of my face!”, I opened the door and got out of his car.

I crossed to the other side of the street and waited for the bus that will take me home

***

“At last”, Daisy said standing up from the floor outside,

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” “Where's mom? “What's wrong I asked as I saw her swollen red eye”,

“Mom had a crisis, I called you several times but it wasn't connecting”, she replied, visibly shaken.

Crap, I must have left it at Mr. Marry Me's house. I thought. I opened the door and we went in.

Daisy suddenly broke down into tears. “She needs the chemotherapy Sis.”

“Where do we get such a huge amount of money?” “I don't want mom to die”, “she's all we got”, She said sobbing out her pure heart.

“She won't die”, I assured her, “I would get help from my friends”, “just trust me”, I lied. I hugged her and rubbed her back.

“Have you eaten?” I asked as I walked to the kitchen, she nodded negatively.

“Come, let me make pancakes”, “you can sleep in my room tonight, and tomorrow, we will go see mom”.

I told her to go and freshen up while I finished cooking. When she was through with her business, she came back and ate her dinner happily. After dinner, I told her to get to bed because we have a long day the following day.

After she left the living room, I was left with my thoughts, I began to recap all that had happened in the day. I had begun work today thinking it would be the very best for me to cater for my family, especially mom's health.

“How did pregnancy enter this equation?” I asked myself. “I need to confirm this myself” I said and entered the bathroom bringing out the pregnancy test kit from the drawer. I took it out, read the instructions and put it to use.

As I waited for the results, I prayed that it would come out as negative, only then would I be able to focus on mom's condition.

I can't cope with pregnancy in our current situation and I can't possibly tell Desmond that I am carrying his child, not after he left me. Of course he won't believe me. I can't ridicule myself.

I looked at the strip and saw the lines…. “I am Indeed pregnant”, I said to my reflection in the mirror.