If Kisses Should Win

Part one

You know when life kicks you in the balls, Throws you in front of a train and stabs you 43 times in a row? Well yeah that's what is happening right now. I'm sitting in my small apartment that I live alone in wanting to throw myself out of the window.

How did I let this happen? How did I let myself do this? I had been so careful. I had always been so careful. Yet here we are. I am holding the small white and blue stick in my hand looking at the biggest plus sign I have ever seen in my life.

It could be a mistake! Yeah it could be a mistake. The kit could have been out of date. It's wrong it has to be wrong. I'll go with that. There is no way in hell that I am actually pregnant.

I'll just forget about it. I'm not pregnant. He wore a condom. At least I think he did. I picked up my phone looking at the time. SHIT!
"Fuck shit goddamn." I tripped over my feet trying to get my coat on. I'm late! I'm so fucking late. I pulled my shoes on running out the door.

I had sprinted the entire way to my job. I reached into my pocket grabbing out my keycard waving it in front of the sensor. The door unlached and I scrambled inside.
"Why are you so late today?" I heard a snicker and I turned to see Tyler leaning against the door frame.
"I lost track of time" I huffed out pulling my white button up shirt on.
"You lost track of time? You. The guy who has every second of his life planned out. Lost track of time."
"Yes, I did now could you please help me." Tyler came over pulling the bow tie out from my cubby and around my neck.
"What made you loose track of time? A guy?" I laughed.
"Yes absolutely." He fiddled with my bow tie a little more before straightening it up.
"There all done, what about that guy you were with? When was that? Like 2 months or so ago?"
"Yeah him...uh I stopped seeing him. He was kind of a doche." He was. He was arrogant and so full of himself but damn was he good at sex. I only slept with him a couple times but I guess just one to many times because now I'm pregnant with his child.

"Come on I left Jake out there all alone he's probably crying huddled in a ball behind the bar." We both laughed and made our way out. I worked at a nice bar. When I say nice I mean nice. The people who come here are rich and some are even celebrities of sorts. The bars name is lumière. Yes like the fucking candle stick off of beauty and the beast.

We walked out to see Jake being yelled at by a customer. Tyler gave me a look and gestured for me to go over to Jake.
"Why should I go over there?!"
"Because you are good with people now go." He shoved me toward him as I flipped him off.
"Hello sir, what might the problem be?" I put on a fake smile.
"This dumbass gave me the wrong drink THEN spilled the new one all over me." He threw up his hands. He was obviously drunk and not in the right state of mind. I looked him up and down seeing that almost none of the drink had gotten on him.
"Alright sir well I am very sorry that this happened. Jake here has only started just recently and is still learning. I would be glad to pay for your dry cleaning bill and another drink on the house." I finished and gave him another smile. He seemed okay with that and I pulled Jake and shoved him towards Tyler.

I sighed and looked down the bar and there he sat. The asshole who got me pregnant. I served a couple others before finally having to serve him.
"Hello sir."
"Hi, yeah can I get a whisky top shelf-" he stopped mid-sentence looking at me. He smirked.
"Well hello there Dex." He remembered my name.
"You remember my name?"
"Of course ,how could I forget the name of a tiny omega who actually is quite the power bottom. Definitely a night to remember." This is why I hate him. What an asshole. I turned around grabbing the whisky off the top shelf. Standing on my tip toes to reach. I grabbed a glass putting ice in it and pouring the whisky never once dropping the smile.
"There you are...Elliot."
"And you...remember my name as well." I nodded my head once and turned around walking away.