𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 [ 𝐓.𝐒. |𝟏𝟖+]

Part 5

"Don't worry, Miss Y/L/N. Your pregnancy is still in an early stage, so there aren't any risks for you." Your doctor told you as she pulled her gloves on. She smiled sweetly at you, reassuring you since you got there. She told you what she was going to do during the procedure and it made you a little bit calmer. So, you laid on the table and prayed that this whole thing is over soon.

It was only a couple of minutes later when you walked out into the hallway, wiping tears from your cheeks. You got a text from Aiden and you opened it, your gaze scanning over the text.

"Y/N, pick up my calls."

Then, another.

"Don't do anything stupid. We can raise that child together, just please pick up my call so we can talk."

You locked your phone and looked up when you saw Cindy walking towards you. Even from that distance, you could see the tears in her eyes. She looked at you with a frown on her face.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I said. I know that was so stupid of me, you're always going to be my friend and I would never change that."She immediately began as soon as she saw you. "I... " She looked at the door to the doctor's office behind you. "Did you... "

You shook your head. "I couldn't do it, Cindy."

She breathed out in relief and wrapped her arms around you in a hug, her tears sliding down her cheeks as did yours. You wiped them off and looked at her as she pulled away from you.

"Let's go. I'll make you some tea and we can watch some movie together after we talk, alright?"

You two were about to walk out when you were met with that man walking into the clinic. Your hand dropped from Cindy's as you stared at the stranger who you had an argument with at Aiden's office. He walked in, wearing all black, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up and showing off his strong arms, and the veins that made your breath stuck in your throat. He looked at you with the same dark, dangerous look in his eyes.

Cindy noticed the way your posture changed. You straightened up, holding your chin high as he approached you. Your eyes narrowed as you looked him up and down, the same way he did you. You could feel shivers on your body, but you weren't backing down.

"What are you doing here?"

"Let's go, Y/N." He simply said, not answering your question.

"What? I'm not going anywhere with you!" You turned to look at Cindy for help, but her mouth was wide open as she stared at the man, in complete shock.

"I wasn't asking." He said, looking down at you. "I was just giving you an opportunity to do this in a nice way."

"What?" You were confused until he grabbed you under your arm and pulled you along with him towards the exit. "Let me go!" You tried pushing him away, but it was to no use. He pulled you towards the black Bentley Continental at the parking lot while you tried to escape from his hold. "What do you think you're doing? Let me go right now!"

You gasped once you were pressed against his car, his hand wrapping around your throat as he squeezed it, making your eyes widen. What the hell is he doing? You didn't dare to say another word. You felt his hand around your throat tighten its hold, his skin rough against yours and cutting off your breathing. He had a firm hold on you and there was no way for you to move. You felt shivers as his lips grazed your cheek. His eyes looked down at your body, noticing your heavy breaths. He was so close you could feel his cold breath on your skin, just like you could feel his cold fingers around your throat. You gulped as his gaze met yours.

"Do not test my patience, Y/N." He said. "Get into the car." He released you and opened the door for you. Finally, you tried to breathe in as you felt air flowing into your lungs again. His gaze was murderous as he waited for you to get into the car. Not wanting to see what else he was capable of, you quickly got in and he slammed the door closed. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of how to get yourself out of this situation. You took your phone out to text someone, anyone, when he got in.

"What are you doing?" He questioned as you heard the sound of him locking the car after he got in.

"What are you doing?" You turned towards him, locking your phone and placing it in your pocket. "You said what you had to. I think you and I have nothing to talk about anymore."

"Watch your tone."

"Do you think you can order me around?" You let out a chuckle as he looked at you. "Let me out of here."

"No. We're going. I'll have someone take your car to your house, Y/N."

"How do you know where I live? How do you even know my name?"

He glared at you as he turned on the car. "I know everything about you. I had someone find out everything about you, down to your blood type. Do you have more questions?"

"I don't even know your name."

"You can call me Tony."

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, looking out the window and realizing the speed he was going in, making your heart beat faster.

"I'm taking you to your house. Do you have any more questions?" He glanced at you as you shook your head."Great. My turn now. What did you decide about that?" He gestured at your stomach, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't call my baby that. And especially not in that tone. I'm keeping it."

He nodded. "And how are you so sure it's mine?"

You scoffed at his question. "I'm not sleeping around with random men every night. The only reason I slept with you that night was because I was drunk."

He looked at you as if he was insulted."Right. You didn't sleep with anyone else, then?"

"Of course not! I broke up with my fiancé and I didn't sleep with him for months! Look, I don't even know why you're asking me this. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my baby, we don't need your or anyone else's help, so just pull over here and-"

The glare he gave you made you shut up without finishing your sentence. You gulped as he stared at you. "Calm the fuck down already. You're like a walking headache. If that thing is mine, there's no chance I'm going to abandon my child. Even though I know there's no chance it can be mine."

"How are you so sure you can't have kids?"

"Because I just can't, okay?" He raised his voice at you. "Don't ask about things that don't concern you."

"Alright, then. Did a doctor tell you that?"

He looked at you again.

"Let's have a test done at the clinic where you found me." You said, determined to prove him wrong. There is no way you're just going to sit there and let that man basically call you a liar. You're going to prove him otherwise and, after that, he can do whatever he wants. You obviously don't need him to support the child, you were determined you were going to have the baby with or without him. If he decides he wants to be in the baby's life, you weren't going to stop him. But you weren't stopping him from leaving, either.

"Okay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at his answer. "Wait, really?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll talk with the doctor tomorrow. I'll call you for details. Just give me your number."

"No, I'll call you."

"How do you have my number?" You asked and he gave you a look again. You blinked. "Right."

He parked in front of your house and looked at you as you made your way outside without even saying anything to him. His eyes followed your figure as you walked around his car to your front door. He smirked after seeing you slam your front door closed without sparing him a single glance. Then, he reversed the car and drove away.