Love in New York [Under Construction].

XXIV.

A Few Days Later

September 6

"Aaliyah?" he called through my apartment. I snuggled into my blanket. "Baby, you have to get up" he whispered. "I'm tired" I groaned. "Come on,  you have a appointment in a few hours." I sat up pouting. "Fine." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I got off the bed and went into the bathroom where I took myself a nice, hot shower. I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

 Adam was in the living room, watching tv when I walked into the room. "Do you have any of those things at your at your house?" I asked, rubbing my growling stomach, "they have chicken and cheese in them? Damn, I forgot what they're called." He looked away from the tv. "You mean quesadillas?" he laughed at my forgetfulness. I nodded. "You ate the last two last night." I walked over to him and sat on his lap. "I want some sooo bad, so my handsome boyfriend should make some for me." I fluttered my eyelashes. Adam chuckled. 

"Fine, I'll go pick up some stuff from the store." I kissed his cheek. "Thanks babe! You're the best!" He stood up and grabbed his keys of the coffee table. "You better be dressed when I get back" he added. "And if I'm not?" I replied as I raised an eyebrow. He pounced on the couch and began to tickle me. "Adam! S-stop!" I squealed. My laughter made him smile widely. He finally let me go and got up. "You're an ass" I joked. Adam chuckled. "I'll be back in a few" he said. Once he had shut the door I finally got up and got ready. 

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"Hi, Aaliyah, what can I help you with?" the women behind the desk asked. "I'm here to talk to Mr. Schmidt." "Go right into his office" she responded. Adam and I took the elevator all the way to the thirtieth floor. "Wait here" I told Adam. "You don't want me to come in there with you." I shook my head. "It won't take that long." He sighed and took a seat in the chair next to the door. I knocked before I walked into the large office. "Mr. Schmidt?" I heard moans coming from the back. "I'll just come back later!" I exclaimed. "Aaliyah, is that you?" he called. I just wanted to go. God, this was so fucking awkward. "Yes" I answered. He came from the back, fastening his pants back. One of the very famous models walked by me, gave me a glare, and left. "I'll need to see you later Sylvia." 

I couldn't believe he was just sleeping with the models. The older gentleman sat at his desk, and wrote something down. He looked up at me and smiled.  "Okay, Aaliyah, now what is it that you had to tell me?" he implored. "I'm pregnant." He frowned. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "I'm actually going to get an ultrasound in a few days." Mr. Schmidt got and walked around his desk and sat on the edge of his desk. "I want to know how long I can still work here? And about my maternity leave-" He sighed. "Star Productions is an fashion magazine. This is a studio not a maternity ward." I held my head down. "I really enjoy working here." 

"However, I could give you a longer maternity leave and money.. if you helped me out."

He rested his hand on my shoulder, feeling the smooth skin. I gulped. He leaned down and placed his hand on my inner thigh, his warm breath on my ear. "If you want to take on my offer," he paused and inhaled my scent, "you know where to find me." I quickly moved from underneath as his hand crept slowly up to my chest. 

"I have to go. I can always find another job." 

I walked out of the office. Adam was sitting in a chair, waiting for me. Mr. Schmidt stepped outside the office and watched me. "I'll call you later, Aaliyah." I grabbed Adam and pulled him to the elevator. "Damn, Aaliyah, any reason you're walking so fast?" "I just don't want to be late for the appointment." I pressed the down button for the elevator. He stopped abruptly. "Did that bastard do anything?"