Punk Louis Series

"You See Him Get Upset"

He walks into the store, cell phone up to his ear. "That's impossible," he replies, anger in his voice. "No man, that's literally impossible. I wasn't even with her nine months ago." You walk around the rack you were organizing and follow him to the counter. "Well then she's lying!" He shouts into the phone. You place your hand in his to comfort him unaware of the situation he was in. "Listen," he begins, his voice as loud as it could go. You place your free hand on his chest to calm him and he begins again in a lighter tone.
"Listen, I was not with her at that time. How many times to I have to tell you that?"
"I don't care what she is saying or what kind of proof she thinks she has, she's a fucking liar."
"Yeah, well get this straighten out before the Board hears about it." He ends the conversation, slamming the phone on the counter. "What was that all about?" You ask softly. "My lawyer." A confused expression crosses your face and you continue to ask questions. "Why were you talking to your lawyer?" He sighs loudly and begins to explain. "My fucking ex-girlfriend says that her baby is mine." At his pause you let go of his hand and take a step back. "It's not," he assures you, allowing you to release the breath you had kept in. "Well if it isn't your's then you can prove that with a test can't you?" He nods but his face was still long. "Then what's the problem?" He shakes his head and continues his explanation.
"She apparently has enough proof, which has to be made up because I was not with her, but she is saying she has enough proof to take me to court for it."
"Shit," you reply.
"Yeah shit."
"But all you have to do is take a paternity test, that will prove that you aren't the father." "That won't fucking stop her from taking me to court!" His tone was pure rage now. You had never seen him upset in the least, much less this infuriated. "She's not going to want me to take the test beforehand because she knows what the results will show." He pushes away from the counter, pacing the floor with his hands latched behind his head. "I don't think I understand," you begin, trying to figure everything out. "The court is going to request a paternity test and after the results come in she won't have anything on you." He turns around having already made it all the way to the other side of the store. "That's not it. It's not about the child. She knows what taking me to court will do to my reputation with the Club." You're silent, showing him you still don't understand fully.
"It will ruin it! They don't like any sort of bad press for the owners."
"Who is they?"
"The Premiere League Board."
"You're an owner, they can't just fire you," you protest. "They can do whatever they want," he explains. You sigh and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and he brings his arms around to grasp your waist. "We'll figure this out, please don't worry too much." He rests his chin on your head, leaving a small kiss among your hair. "I'll try."