Sean
I am at my office as usual. It is a normal day after a very long time. I mean it is normal as in the problems that are occurring in the office, I am well versed with them.
Unlike the situation at the ball. Fuck…. Why that thought even crossed my mind it sucks as it is. Those were very unfortunate events. My grandfather’s birthday party turned in to a disaster even though every thing was going on so smooth from the beginning.
But, after a long time after the ball incident I am a bit relieved.
I am relieved because I settled the matter with that man’s family. They also came to know that our rival company paid him fifty thousand dollars to create a scene at our party. Their main aim was to target my Uncle for some reasons.
So the man decide to commit suicide but, he was not supposed to die in the plan. The plan wants to just Create a scene at the party. But it ended up taking his life.
So much for deceiving your own boss.
His family was really upset when I visited them. But eventually they took the money. And settled down for fifty thousand dollars more.
My assistant rings up my phone. Saying that Tia is here to see me. What does she have?
At this time, she should know I am busy right now. I need to find a new muse. I’m really tired of this woman.
As I was about to deny my assistant to let Tia in. Tia, barged into my office. But she didn’t look well. She had tears stained cheeks. End red swollen eyes.
I immediately stood up from my chair and asked her.
“Hey Tia, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Even though I’m not claiming to be a good human being. I had a relationship with this woman. Even if it was just for the sexual benefits, it was a relationship and I should have been caring towards her.
She threw A piece of paper on my table. Which looked like a doctors prescription.
“Read it.”, she said, with no emotion in her voice. Well, this is weird. Is she going to die or some thing like that. Why the hell did she cried?
I looked at her for to explain things but she just stood their idly just starting at me with the most saddest eyes.
I looked at her intently. Thinking about the stuff it can be about.
Then I eventually took the piece of the paper and my whole world came crashing down.
It was a pregnancy report. And apparently it was Tia’s Pregnancy report
Tia? Pregnant with my child?
My mind starts to shake and I start to feel dizzy, but I regained my control, however. Even though I feel like I want to drown in booze.
I try to form words but I did not have any words that could be formed.
I feel like throwing up and this is the worst news I’ve ever heard. Even worse than having a bad reputation taint my family.
I’m not ready to claim any sort of relationship, much less be a father. It is so much responsibility.
How can I even be a good father when I don’t know how to love? I know I would not ne a good father. That kid will despise none the less.
“When did you take the test?” I asked her. My voice cracking a bit. And, I hate my self for it.
“Two days ago.” She said looking at the floor now. She is ashamed or what? I do not understand, I can barely think right now.
“You know, I’m not ready for this type of commitment. Don’t you?”
“I can’t give it up Sean, this is an innocent life we’re talking about. I can’t give up this kid. I just would not do it.”
“I’m not asking you to give it up, Tia. I’m just asking you to raise the kid alone. I’ll provide everything and anything you will need. But I can not toe my self to you. Because of this kid. I can be a lot of turmoil and you already know I can not have a relation ship. ”
“What are you saying? Where will I go? What will I do? No one will ever look at me the same. you are asking me to be a single mother? Do you know how hard that would be for me and my child? You are the most ruthless man I know. That’s why I have this agreement.” She says with so much power and malice in her voice that I am shocked to hear it. I have never heard her talk like this to any one before much less my self.
I frown after I understand her words what the hell is she talking about? What agreement? I did not agree to any thing.
“You remember the day I asked you to donate some money into the charity. I asked you to sign some papers In that regard. I’m not a fool, Sean. I know you were going to throw me like a hot boiling potato. When you find out about something like this. That’s why I took care of myself. Like I always do. I had to do this for my self.” She says with a devilish smirk of hers. Which looked so much different than her normal smile. I never thought she could even smile like this at me.
She is smiling like she has already won. You wish, Tia. Sean Dell never losses any thing.
She threw another piece of Paper.
“What the hell is this forth with on the earth?” I asked so much angrier than I was a minute ago. A minute ago I felt guilty and know all I feel is rage. What did she trapped me into?
“This is an agreement. I made you sign in your Absence of mind. When you weren’t paying any attention to it,, even then you signed it. it claims that if you ever get me knocked up, that means if I ever have your baby, you have to marry me immediately.”
What the Fuck! Nothing of this for is happening ever.
“And if you don’t marry me, you have to give me as in your partner fifty percent of everything that you own. That means your business your Money everything.”
What the hell? I am doing no such thing. You do not give Sean Dell an alternative and get away with it. How bloody dare she?
“You are a businessman. Sean now decide up what you want to do. You want to marry me or do you want to Give up all fifty percent of your business and property to me?” She asks like it is the most normal thing to say in the world. Like getting married and having an unwanted child is that she has ever done in her life and she is now quote experienced at it.
“When the hell when did you make me sign this agreement and are you just claiming that you’re blackmailing me into a marriage right now or extorting your self to me? I’ll make your life and living hell? And you know it.”
“I’m doing whatever is best for my kid, Sean. And, if you do any thing of that sort I would not keep quiet. I will go to the media.” She says adamantly.
Why do I have to go for gold diggers? Or most importantly why does all the women I meet have to be a gold digger? Except for one, that is for sure.
“OK, let me think about it and I’ll let you know. I have work to do now. Get the hell out of my office.” I growl and dismissed her.