Chapter 5

Vanessa's POV

"Congratulations, Miss Mae. You're two months pregnant."

My jaw dropped to the ground as those words fell out of the doctor's mouth.

"No." I immediately replied.

Her brows shot up in surprise as she stared at the result in her hand before looking at me, "Miss, you're actually pregnant." She insisted.

"That can't be." My palms got sweaty as I rubbed it down my thighs.

What am I going to do now? How do I cater for a child that I don't even know its father?

What do I do now?

"Are you okay, Miss Mae?" She sounded concerned.

"Doctor, are you sure of what you're saying? Can you look properly? Please." I begged her.

What have I done to deserve this? Why do I have to get pregnant now?

What if it's uncle Levi's? Or George's? Or maybe even Mr. Bowen from the club? I slept with all three of them two months ago.

I can't carry Levi Alford's child. I just can't. I'll die of humiliation and self hatred.

This is all so messed up.

It was a bittersweet moment for me because it proves that I am not barren or infertile but on the other hand, it drags me back to my past.

The place I desperately wanted to forget.

"I am very sure. The test results are 99.9% certain that you are with child." She insisted, "Congratulations. A baby is a good thing."

Oh no. Not this one.

A few months ago, I would have been happy with this result. George and I would have celebrated. We were finally going to become parents.

But not now. Not now that I was finally getting my life back on track.

After George kicked me out and I had sex with a stranger. I also just started up my events planning business from scratch.

It's something I've always loved to do but George never allowed me to do anything on my own. I wasn't allowed to work or go out on my own.

For the good part, it's been going well. I've managed to get a few deals here and there and I'm grateful for that.

Slowly but surely I can make it into something bigger.

But how can I do that now with a baby on the way? Especially one who I might possibly detest its father?

Anyone who saw my downcast and sullen expression would think that someone died. I was very worried.

Should I tell George? There's still a chance that he might be the father?

No. I decided against it. Why would I tell him? He insulted me.

I don't even know who the stranger is. I had searched the internet for the name Bowen but lots of people popped up and since I didn't know what he looked like, I couldn't pick him out from the crowd.

My head was spinning from all the thinking as I decided to sit on a bench at the park and give myself a break.

What if it's really uncle Levi's? The mere thought of that made me tear up and soon afterwards I was full on sobbing in an empty park.

I contemplated between calling George on the phone or visiting him at his office but later decided on the former for fear of public embarrassment from him or Linda.

I dialed his number and hoped that he would pick but my hopes were subsequently dashed when the call went straight to voicemail.

I dialed his number four more times before deciding to stop since it was obvious that he didn't want to talk to me.

My finger hovered over uncle Levi's number as I tried to think about this very well.

I touched my neck to rub my necklace which had become a habit but quickly realized that I lost it after my one night encounter.

Did I really want to speak with him even though it would bring closure and confirmation?

I decided against it and threw my phone back into my bag.

There's no point, besides I read on the news that he has been away on his private philanthropic endeavors to spread love and warmth around the globe and make everybody's life better.

I scoffed, the irony.

Levi Alford is the dirtiest piece of shit I've ever encountered.

My phone dinged with a message notification from Lisa, my assistant about my one o'clock meeting with Mr. Aiden Wright, CEO of Wright Logistics. The biggest Logistics company in all of Los Angeles and even New York.

It was almost one o'clock anyways.

Crumpling the test result in my hand, I gathered myself from the bench and hailed a cab to take me to the meeting.

Nobody appreciates tardiness so I'd rather be too early than late.

The cab drove me to the massive building that stood tall and unchallenged. Wow.

His secretary informed me that I was quite early and that he was in a meeting now. I was next.

I was happy to wait as long as I would secure a deal to be in charge of their annual fundraising party.

Once he was done, his secretary led me into his office and closed the door behind her.

He had his focus on a folder that he was reading through. A blond lock of hair laid lazily on his forehead as his brows were tightly knit together.

"Mr. Wright?" I slowly called out to him to get his attention.

As soon as he lifted his face, he gasped in shock and the folder fell from his hand and onto the floor as I rushed to pick it up.

I held out the folder to him with both hands but he made no move to collect it from me as he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Mr Wright? Are you okay?"

"Vanessa?" He managed to get out.

"Yes. I'm Vanessa Mae from Carnation Planning Services." I introduced myself while stretching my hand out for a handshake.

He stared at my hand warily and didn't take it, "You're alive." He said more to himself.

I was confused at this point. Should I be dead?

I decided not to be rude since I was presently here to secure a deal, "Yes, sir."

He grabbed his phone immediately before dialing a number and putting the phone on his ear while pacing around.

What is actually going on?

"Is everything okay, sir?"

"Stay right there. Don't move." He ordered me as I frowned.

I slowly sat down regardless and waited for this madness to be over.

"Chris, are you still in the building?" He rushed his words out.

"I need you to come to my office right now. There's something you need to see." He looked at me while speaking on the phone.

"Don't try to argue with me right now, bro. Just take the fucking private elevator and come back up! There's someone you need to see." He hung up immediately.

"Mr. Wright, are you okay? If this is a bad time, I can come back next time." I suggested.

"No!" He screamed before getting himself together, "I'm sorry. Just please sit down." He said.

"Why? Did I do anything? Am I in trouble?"

"No." He came closer, "Don't you know me? You don't recognize me?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No. I don't."

The door was opened immediately and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

"Aiden, you had better have a reasonable explanation for making me come back here." An angry voice said.

That voice. Where have I heard it before? Sounds so familiar.

"See for yourself, man." Mr Wright stepped out of the way and another man came into view.

He froze in front of me before slowly taking his sunglasses off, "Vanessa?"

"Have we met before, sir?"