The Millionaire's Baby

3- Him

After hours of looking, searching, calling, and in some cases begging, I was finally here.

I was looking up, shocked at the grandeur of their building. My company was a multi-million dollar company and our building was probably half the size of this one.

That day I decided to wear normal clothes because I didn't know exactly what he did, I just knew he worked here.

I had on my favorite Batman t-shirt, with a presentable pair of jeans, and a pair of royal blue ballet flats.

When I walked in, the tense atmosphere told me I was extremely underdressed. I suddenly had the urge to haul ass, and run home but I knew if I put this off, it would never get done.

I crossed the huge lobby area to the receptionist's desk.

"Hi my name is Ariel Greene, and I was hoping you could tell me where Alex is?"

'Please, Please, Please don't ask me his last name..' I thought.

"Umm... Alex who ma'am? "

Damn.

"Uh.... Oh! He has dark hair, um... about 6'3, bluish- green ey-"

"Oh I see, you're  talking about Mr. Wright," she said as recognition dawned on her. Then she added, "I'm sorry miss, but you will need to schedule an appointment to see him."

For what?

"Okay when is the next appointment available Ms. Darla?", I asked reading her name plate.

"How does Tuesday at 12 o'clock sound?"

"That sounds gr-... wait! Tuesday? It's only Thursday now, I would have to wait five days just to talk to him for fifteen minutes?"

Who does he think he is?

Darla gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Yes sweetheart, I'm afraid so."

"Do you think I can see him right before lunch today? I promise it won't take that long." I pleaded, giving her my famous puppy dog eyes.

She looked at me for a moment then let out a frustrated huff.
"Sure. Go have a seat and I'll see what I can do."

Yes. Works like a charm every time.

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I sat there waiting for two hours.

Eventually, Ms. Darla told me I could go up.

"He's on the 58th floor sweetheart. You should hurry because he's on his was to a lunch meeting. Oh... and don't mind the secretary up there, she knows what's up," she directed, giving me a cheeky smile.

I smiled back at her and headed for the elevator, saying a quick prayer for courage.

'I can do this... I can do this, '

No I can't.

Yes I can. Stop being a bìtch.

Who you calling a b-... Okay.. okay. I can do this.

No I can't!

The elevator doors opened up at that time. There was no turning back now.

I quickly stepped out of the elevator and saw the secretary. She gave me a sly wink and continued to act like she was busy.

I couldn't help but to smile at the antics of the ladies that worked here.

There was only one door on this floor.

It said CEO on a gold plate on the door.

He's a CEO?

Like me!

This was a shocking revelation due to the attire he was wearing that night.

The bar was dark and loud. The perfect place for me to grieve in peace.

I sat in the corner drinking like there was no tomorrow, throwing back shot after shot. But for some reason I couldn't get drunk.

Many men asked me to dance, but I really wasn't in the mood. I was in the mood to drink.

After a while, a man with dark messy hair, dressed in a nirvana t-shirt, ripped dark washed jeans, and a brown leather jacket walked up and sat right next to me.

He looked like shit.

But a good type of shit.

He was effortless, a rugged kind of handsome with his thin beard coming in.

His first words to me were,"Hi, my name is Alex, and yes, you can buy me a drink. "

Any sane person would have found this insulting, but I found it cute and funny.

We laughed, drank, and talked for the rest of the night. One thing led to another and..... well we all pretty much knows how that went.

As I knocked on the door I felt jittery inside.

"Come in."

That voice. Oh that voice.

Okay Ari, get it together!

I turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly.

When I saw him, he was still looking down at some papers on his desk, so I had the opportunity to observe him.

He was so different yet completely the same. He had on an expensive looking suit that was dark blue in color, his hair was still messy. It was the professional messy that looked like he combed it earlier, but ran his hands through it a few times.

He was clean shaven. And he had on glasses.

"Are you going to tell me what you want, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me like you want to eat me?" He smirked.

I blushed a little from being caught red handed, but I couldn't help but to laugh.

Still the same Alex.

"I- I don't know if you remember me, my name is- "

"Ari I remember you, what did you have to tell me, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm running late for a business luncheon."

Now or never.

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I will just say it, I'm pregna-"

"I won't be giving you any money until I have a proper DNA test done." He said coolly, cutting me off again.

What the hell?

Before I had time to wrap my head around what he just said, he was already out the door heading to his meeting.

I was livid.

But I was also Heartbroken.

If the only thing he was worried about was money, I could already tell what type of father he would be.

I wished my baby could have had his or her father in its life. I can't help but to think this is my fault.

I knew then, what I had to do to give my unborn child a stable, happy life.