Tears started to fall down my face as I left my doctor’s office. I was pregnant. It’s been over four weeks since I last heard from David. I didn’t know anything about him. No last name, no job, nothing. I had called his phone so much, trying to get in touch with him, that I’m pretty sure he changed his number. I get that disconnected message now whenever I call him now.

            I got into my car, and rested my head on the steering wheel, trying to control my tears. My head shot up as I remembered something, something really important. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. In David’s voicemail greeting, he says his last name. David Peterson. This is good. I can go somewhere with this.

            Wiping my cheeks, I buckled up and raced to my apartment.

 

            Once inside, I rushed to my laptop, pulling open the search engine. I typed in David Peterson and was yielded to millions of results. I clicked on the first link and was taken to a business website. Peterson and Welch Inc.

            Hm, so he owned his own company. What did his company do? I continued to browse this website, coming to find out that they were an advertising agency. They’ve done ads for famous beers, cars, and electronics companies. They were quite a big deal.

            I looked at the clock. It was only half past three. I had time to pay David a visit at his office.

            Looking up the address, I realized it was about twenty minutes away. I decided that I wasn’t going to tell him about the baby. I’ve already made up my mind as to what I was going to do, I didn’t want him trying to change my mind.

            I put on some nicer clothes, a gray pencil shirt and blue blouse. I slipped on some low heels and headed out the door with my purse and keys.

 

            I quickly arrived at David’s office. Looking in the mirror on my sun visor, I smoothed out my hair and touched up my lipgloss. I wasn’t here for a fuck, I was here to find out why he never came back.

            I stepped out of my car, smoothing out my skirt, and walked inside, my head held high. I stopped at the receptionist desk to find out what floor David was on.

            “Welcome to David and Welch Incorporated, what can I do to help you?”           

             I looked over the receptionist. A petite blonde with stick straight hair, blue eyes, and a perfect smile. I held back my snort; David’s probably fucked her. That’s the only reason she’s here.

            “Yes, I’m here to see David. Can you please tell me what floor he’s on?”           

             The receptionist did some typing on her computer. “Do you have an appointment?”

            “No,” I said. “I don’t need one. He’s expecting me. He called earlier, but forgot to mention what floor he was on. It’s important,” I stressed, leaning over her desk, getting closer to her.

            She cleared her throat and did some more typing. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you…”

            “I have a lot of say in David’s decisions,” I lied. “If you’d like to keep your job, you’ll tell me what floor he’s on.”

            The blonde’s eyes widened. “Um, floor ten. His office is located on the tenth floor.”

            I smiled at her over my shoulder; I was already on my way to the elevator. “Thanks, dear.”

            I smirked at myself as the elevator doors closed, heading to the tenth floor. I’m getting pretty good at getting what I want.

            As the doors opened, I pushed my shoulders back, mentally shaking off the nerves. I could do this, he couldn’t control me.

            Once I stepped off the elevator, I was faced with another receptionist. Another blonde, too. I scoffed at myself. What is it with him and blondes? I mean, I’m a freaking brunette.

            “Hi, can I help you?” the receptionist asked.

            “Yes,” I said, in my most sweetest voice. The voice I used whenever I wanted something. “I’m here to see David. Could you point me towards his office?”

            Like the first blonde, she typed away at her computer. “Do you have an appointment?”

            “No, but I don’t need an appointment. He’s expecting me.”

            “Okay, well, let me just check,” she said, picking up the phone.

            I quickly reached over the desk and grabbed the phone out of her hand. “There’s no need to do that. Just point me to his office.”

            The blonde sat back in her chair, looking at me as if I was crazy. “Um, sure. Let me show you back.”

            The receptionist got out of her chair and told me to follow her down the hallway. We walked until we reached the end, at a set of huge, double wooden doors. Knocking, she stuck her head in when I heard a gruff “Come in.”

            “Mr. Peterson, you have a visitor. She said you were expecting her and is quite adamant that she be seen right away.”

            I pushed the door open, mentally laughing as I watched the blonde stumble. He was in his chair, with his phone to his ear, facing the giant floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over the city.

            “Stephanie, I’m not expecting anybody. Please escort her out.”

            “Yes-“

            I cleared my throat, interrupting Stephanie. “David, I need to speak with you.”

            David immediately turned his chair around, his face a mask of shock as he looked at me.

            “Pierce, I’m gonna have to call you back.”

            Setting his phone down on the receiver, he got up and stalked towards me. “Scratch that, Stephanie. Go back to your desk. I’ll handle this.”

            “Yes, sir,” she muttered as she closed the door.

             My blood boiled. Apaprently I wasn't the only one who said that to him. I shook my head, mentally berating myself. I can't go there.

            “Alex,” his deep voice boomed as he walked to lock the door behind her. “What in the hell are you doing here?”

            I squared my shoulders, looking up into his eyes. “I wanted to know why you never came back to my apartment the last time I saw you. Why you stayed the night before. Why you said you were going to help me, but didn’t.”

            David frowned, walking back to his desk, the air around him full of confidence. “I left because I felt that we were getting too serious. We didn’t need to continue our arrangement any longer.”

            My eyebrows shot up. “You were the one that stayed the night. You were the one that fucked me without a condom. You’re the one that got me pregnant!” I shouted, my eyes going wide as soon as I said it.

            “Shit,” I said. “Fuck, I didn’t mean for that to come out.”

            David stood up, his face not showing any emotions. Standing right in front of me, his features hardened. “You’re pregnant?”

            I frowned, but nodded.

            “God damnit!” He turned around and punched a hole through the wall.

            I gasped, stepping back, careful not to get anywhere near him.

            “I don’t fucking want anything to do with it. I’ll pay child support, but I don’t want any contact. Nothing.”

            Tears welled up in my eyes. I never knew that David could be so cruel. I couldn’t believe I ever had any sort of feelings for him. Wiping my eyes, I stepped up to him, my finger poking his chest. “For you information, David,” I sneered. “I wasn’t even planning on having this baby. Now I don’t feel as bad. I wouldn’t want a kid that had such an asshole for a father.”

            Suddenly, his hands were on my wrist, as he turned me around, holding me captive against his back. “You don’t fucking talk to me that way. You know that.”

            “Let me go,” I commanded. “We’re done here David. I don’t want anymore contact with you. You’re such a dick!”           

             The next thing I knew, pain was shooting up the back of my head and I was on the floor. I looked up to see David staring down at me, his chest heaving.

            “You. Don’t. Fucking. Talk. To. Me. Like. That.” He leaned over me, his hand raised, about to strike me again.

            “David, I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!”

            “Apologies don’t work with me, Alex. You know that. You’re gonna have to make it up to me some way or another.”

            My body was shaking; I’m pretty sure I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t going to give it to him, though.