Pregnant with the devil

- Please! - I beg, practically throwing myself at your feet. - You can\'t treat me like this, not after finding out I\'m pregnant.

He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne. Then a dark smile comes across his lips.

- And you want me to believe that you, a poor little rich girl, were innocent - He pauses dramatically and smiles as if I\'ve just told a very funny joke - And a virgin? You didn\'t look like a virgin when I fucked you!

He gives me that nervous smile again.

- I don\'t want this thing, and I\'m sure you don\'t either. Get a clinic and sort it out. Not that I think it\'s mine, really. A virgin doesn\'t act like you did that night, in fact, I honestly don\'t even remember, but if there\'s one thing I do remember, it\'s that it\'s impossible for me to fuck a woman who looks unwell, innocent or a virgin.

I honestly ignore everything he says about me and just focus on my baby.
\"That thing\" he just called my baby \"thing\" - I hate you. - My voice isn\'t a whisper. - If you think you\'ll ever be able to go back on that decision, you\'re sorely mistaken. You can shove that money up your ass, you son of a bitch. - I say it with all the strength I have in me.

His jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to break my neck, just like the first time. But now something flashed in his eyes, something different. He was uncertain of the accusations he\'d made against me, and worst of all. He knew I was serious. He knew I\'d never go back.