How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,43
way I can be having a kid. A kid with Maya? Are you fucking serious right now? This is some backwards bullshit in the universe. Or she’s faking it. She’s fucking with me. She’s testing me. I’m not sure why.
But what about that night in the cabin?
What about it?
Maya is on birth control, right?
How the hell am I supposed to know that for sure or not?
And what the hell was I doing just going at her like that, without protection for myself?
With so much at stake…
The thoughts refused to give up.
There was no calming my mind down after seeing that sticky note on the folder and then seeing the look in Maya’s eyes.
She was serious.
Very serious.
There was a baby inside her belly.
All those crazy things you’d see in a video happening… cells colliding and eggs and sperm and a little sac and a little tube looking thing from that sac to her somewhere…
“Well, are you going to answer me or what?”
Maya’s voice broke up my thoughts.
It had been a long day on my end.
For the obvious reasons.
“Hey,” I finally spoke.
“Hey?” Maya asked back. “That’s all you’ve got? After what you did?”
“And what did I do?”
“I told you I was pregnant and you left!” Maya yelled.
I looked around the hallway. “Can I come in?”
“For what?”
“We have to talk, Maya,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“You want to do this the hard way?” I asked. “I’ll get on the phone with the lawyers then…”
Maya tried slamming the door on me.
Which I deserved for that comment.
I put my hand out and stopped the door from closing.
“Fuck, Maya, I didn’t mean that,” I said.
“Yes, you did.”
“I just want to talk to you. Please.”
She stared at me.
I let a few seconds of silence tick away.
I leaned closer to her. “You left me a note that you’re pregnant. I’m trying to process it.”
“Join the club, Cole,” she said with her teeth gritted. “I’ve been fucking sick every morning. How do you think that feels?”
“Shit,” I said. “That’s why you missed work? It wasn’t a stomach bug?”
“Oh, there’s a bug in my stomach,” she said. “That bug is growing into a person. Your child, Cole.”
I took a deep breath.
I felt like I was going to pass out.
“Maya…”
She opened the door all the way again.
“Come on in, Cole.”
“What the hell is that smell?” I asked.
“That’s what everyone wants to hear when someone enters their home.”
“Sorry,” I said. “But… seriously…”
On my left, it looked like a normal apartment. A small apartment. A couch and love seat. A coffee table. A TV on the opposite wall. There was a sliding glass door that went out to a balcony.
But to my right…
There was a large desk, computer, some kind of big printer. And that’s where the smell was coming from.
Next to that was what I assumed was once the dining room table.
It was covered with t-shirts.
Some thrown randomly, along with some neatly stacked t-shirts that looked to be twenty high.
“What is this?” I asked.
“This is what my roommate does,” Maya said. “She makes shirts. She-”
“Well, look who it is.”
A woman jumped from the kitchen holding a coffee mug that read This Tastes Like Shit.
Her hair was up in a gigantic bun on the top of her head.
She stared at me like she hated me.
Which she probably did if Maya told her stories about me.
“It’s the Cockhead himself,” she said.
I looked at Maya.
Her cheeks turned red as she shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s pronounced Cole,” I said.
“This is Bev,” Maya said.
“Beverly Bush to you,” Bev said to me. “And I’m not shaking your hand.”
“That’s fair,” I said.
“You know what you’ve done to my roommate?” Bev asked.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Maya said.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway toward a bedroom.
It was quite a strange situation to be in.
My secretary pulling me into her bedroom.
My mind flashed with thoughts of Maya back at the cabin.
That was only supposed to be one night. She and I caught up in some drinking and a moment to break the tension between us.
I couldn’t help but look at her bed and picture her on the bed, naked, legs spread wide open, giving me another taste of that sweet honey…
“Shut the door,” she said to me. “And lock it.”
“This is fucking crazy, Maya,” I said.
“Do you really want to get into crazy?”
She faced me.
I looked at her stomach.
I pointed. “The smell in this place. Is that good for…”
She touched her stomach. “I don’t know. You care now?”