I waited anxiously, my hands cold and sweaty. Growing impatient waiting outside I knocked harder and heard movement. When the door opened he looked at me, a slightly surprised look in his eye.
"Can I help you?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.
"I need to come in, we've got to talk." I said and he reluctantly opened the door back allowing me to walk inside. He followed me in, confident swagger fully switched on – that damn walk of his was part of the reason I was in this mess. It was sexy and had caught my eye.
"What is it?" he asked as I turned to face him.
"I'm pregnant." I said bluntly, but his expression didn't change.
"And?" he asked.
"It's yours." I replied. He smiled,
"Nice try sweetheart, it must be about two months since we fucked. I'm not gonna fall for that one."
"Two and a half months, to be exact." I said, gritting me teeth.
"Sorry to mess up your plans, but this ain't my problem. Go take it up with the next guy on your list." He smirked and sat back down on his sofa looking back to his TV. My eyes narrowed in anger and I marched in front of his line of vision.
"Look I'm not trying to pin anything on you. I wasn't even going to tell you because I was going to get rid of it, but I changed my mind. I'll be bringing this baby up with or without you; I just thought you should know you'll have a child. In case there's a slight chance you have a heart in there somewhere and want to be part of its life." I said waspishly and he stayed smirking at me, his blue eyes sparkling slightly. I definitely couldn't be blamed for my actions that night, falling into bed with him was stupid but he was a very handsome guy with a dangerous reputation and a confidence about him that would make any girl putty in his hands. There was no word for Billy Darley other than sexy. Unfortunately, he was also an asshole. We had hooked up three times in total but I stopped it after that, he was no good.
"And the fact that you know I'm about the only guy in this neighbourhood with a decent bit of money behind him makes no difference to you, eh?" he said. I wanted to smack the stupid smirk off his face but instead I smiled.
"Wow Billy, you can see right through me you know that? I would love nothing more than to raise my baby on your drug money. I can't think of a healthier safer environment for my child to grow up in.", he looked at me again but this time his smirk was gone and I stood up straight.
"If you don't want anything to do with it then fine, I'm perfectly capable of raising this baby myself. I have no problem telling it that their father was too much of a dead beat to want to be involved, I only pray that if it's a boy he'll have more balls than you." I said simply and went to walk about before stopping to add something. "Oh, and trust me, if I was going to try to pin this on someone you would be the least desirable candidate – money or not." , with that I stomped out; my heels making loud noises on his floor as I slammed the door. I hadn't expected it to go much better than that, but as I wiped away an angry tear as I stormed down the pavement away from his house I couldn't help but wish he had reacted differently. Not that I wanted to be with him or anything of the sort because as I already said, he's an asshole. Truth was, I was petrified of raising this baby alone.