Chapter 69: Chapter 69

Chapter Sixty - Nine

Ava's POV

I didn't even know when or how I walked out of the hospital. I just knew that I did. Soon, I found myself outside in the parking lot. I had taken a cab in the morning so that I did not have to make Jasper's driver wait. Or it was more related to the fact that I did not want Jasper to know where I was. His driver would have told him.

However, that was not the main issue here. The main issue was Daniel.

So, here I was, calling the unknown number, one that I had received so many texts from.

Daniel.

I never asked him how he got this number but I did not need to. He was a rich man, maybe as rich as Jasper, so getting a number was not a very difficult task for him. So, it was not surprising.

After the third ring, he finally picked up the phone.

"Well, well, well. Look, who's calling me?" I heard a voice from the other side of the line.

I would have rolled my eyes and gave a snarky remark at his ridiculous question but I had other urgent matters in my hands.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked, clearly sounding amused and interested.

"I need to meet you." I told him, getting straight to the point.

I, so, did not want to talk to him but I had no choice.

"Okay ... Sure." He said, the interest in his voice increasing.

"Good. Then let's meet in twenty minutes, in the same restaurant, where we met yesterday." I told him in reply.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other side of the line, when I finally heard him speak up.

"You want to meet me right now?" He asked, for once he sounded all serious. All the amusement that I just heard a few seconds ago, gone from his voice.

"Yes." I replied to him.

"Why so hurry?" He asked me.

"Because it's urgent and I can't wait for later." I answered him in a tight voice.

"Hum. Can I know what's so serious that you can't wait?" He asked, and I gritted my teeth hard. Couldn't he just do as I asked for once?

"No. We will talk when we meet in half an hour. So, hurry up." I ordered him and cut the call before he could reply to my words.

Finally, I let out a sigh. Raising my head, I stared up at the sky. The sun had risen up and lit the whole sky. I closed my eyes.

This situation was so messed up. Now, not only will I have to tell him that I was carrying his baby, which was as bad as it sounded but also I had to tell him that there was a possibility that it might be affected by a dangerous disease that needed his blood. This was bad. This was so bad. Things were going downhill. And I could not even do anything about it.

I hated it when I could not control things in my life. Not only was it irritating but also, it made me feel weak in every aspect of life, in every sense.

Anyway, I called in an uber and reached the restaurant five minutes late. I raced upstairs where I found him. His figure was facing the glass mirror and staring outside the window. He had his blue suit on while his hands were in his pockets. As if he could sense my gaze. He turned around with a big arrogant grin that made my lip curl up in disgust.

This punk.

"Ava." He said as a way of greeting me. For once, my heart skipped a beat. It was the same tone he had used that night on me, smooth and buttery. Like when a knife cuts through butter easily.

I snapped out of that haze and brought myself back to reality. I hardened my look, so that he could not see through the turmoil that I was going through.

"I need to talk to you." I said with a hard swallow. Thankfully, managing to keep the tremor of voice in. Even though I knew for a fact that in the next few minutes, it would not matter at all. It would not matter if he could see through my mask or not. Because, he would know that I was carrying his baby.

He gave me one of his lopsided smiles and pulled a chair back for me. Never taking his eyes from me.

"Please. Have a seat." He said, still looking me in the eyes. Wanting him to take his eyes off me and wanting to do something, I walked over and sat down. Not, trusting my legs to keep me up.

I felt Daniel move behind me until he walked around the table and sat himself down on the other chair.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked me. I did not know what I should tell him. Or more so, how to tell him? I wanted to tell him about it, the right way. However, then I realised that there was no right way to give it to him. So, I just gave it to him straight.

"I am pregnant with your child." I said, and after taking a break of breath I continued.

"And I need your help to survive it." I told him.

For a second there was a pin drop silence on the whole floor, empty because he booked the whole floor just for us. I waited for him to react in some way but he did not. He just stared at me blankly, his face and eyes devoid of any emotion.

The moment he heard those words come out of my mouth, he actually looked shocked for once but then his face went entirely blank. Changing his face to poker.

My heart was beating in my chest and my stomach twisted with the sudden urge to throw up. A tremble shot through my veins, and I suddenly felt sick, waiting for his reaction.

My baby's life mattered over the fact how he took the news? If he took the news with joy then I would get to save the kid's life, but I was still screwed because then he would want his share in my kid's life. When I wanted nothing to do with him.

While I was in love with Jasper. But I could not even fall in love with him.

On the other hand, if he took this badly then it would cost my baby's life. And then I was screwed as well. Because then it meant my baby's life would be compromised and it might even lead it to something worse.

I still would not be able to get Jasper but the more devastating thing would be that I had to start my life all over again. But this time things would be more lost than ever before.

So, no matter what, I was damned. Damned if he took the news nicely. Damned if he did not take this news nicely.

I licked my nervous lips and tried to find any sign of reaction. When I did not find any signs then I gathered my courage and spoke.

"Daniel -" I began but was cut off by Daniel's next question.

"You are pregnant, with my baby?" He asked. Still, with no expressions. My heart skipped a beat. Nervously, I leaned forward, everything in me telling this was going to go bad.

"You didn't use any protection that night." I told him instead, without directly answering his question.

"You are pregnant with MY baby?" He asked again, his eyes widening a little. This time finally getting some sort of reaction out of him.

"Ye -yes." I nodded my head nervously. I could feel that I was sweating in many places all at once.

Daniel stayed in his place, still staring at me with his widened eyes. But there was no emotion in that gaze. And then I felt an abrupt and subtle tension taking over his body. I noticed how his shoulder stiffened and his jaw locked in. It was obvious that something was coming. A reaction from him. I got a reaction out of him. However, note the one I was expecting at all.

And I mean NOT AT ALL.

With a sudden jerk of his shoulder, he let out a laugh.

A full belly, shoulder shaking laughter.

For once, my heart lurched as fear took over my entire self. I was unable to register what I was witnessing. I think my mind, for a second, shut down and then realised what was happening. This reaction was so damn unexpected that I just remained seated in my seat, completely stunned. What was this? What the hell was going on?

"You too?" He asked. Still, shaking with laughter.

His reply shook me to my core.

'You too?'

YOU TOO?

"You too?" I asked him, disbelief lacing my words as I shot up in my seat.

"What else? Did you think you are the first woman who's carrying my baby?" He asked between his riot of laughter.

Like he had heard the best joke of all time.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

I could not believe this man. I just could not believe this man.

Disgusting. D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G. This man was so disgusting that I was unable to put it in words. I could not believe him. I felt angry at myself for sleeping with this man. Did I really just sleep with this man? Did I? Did I just end up hooking up with a walking butthole? How could I not notice this before? How could I notice his stinky personality that day? How?

The betrayal, the pain, the hurt, the disgust and the shame I felt in that moment was indescribable. Who could describe the feel of what I was feeling at the moment. It was like a volcano of emotions had just erupted inside me. One that was so loud and yet so silent that it burned my skin.

I stared at the person in front of my eyes, feeling like my insides were turning into acid.

Eventually, his laughter died down but the light in his eyes remained the same. He peered up at me with curious eyes before straightening in his seat. Changing his expressions to serious.

"So, what help do you need? If it's about money then don't worry, I will transfer enough money into your account, for both you and your unborn baby to survive. If you want to abort it then I will take care of those expenses as well. But if you want more than that then you came here looking for the wrong person. I don't do charities. Unless they are pretty charities that I would like to get in touch with again." He said. His eyes slid down my whole figure before it returned to my face and he gave me a knowing smirk.

"I would certainly do charities for you. Your body is worth it." He said with a wink of his face.

"But don't expect more than that. I am not going to father this kid, nor would I have my name given to it. It might carry my blood but he would never carry my surname." He told me blatantly, giving it to me straight and not gently.

His words made me so angry that I was worried that my head would explode. Did this little shit here think that I was here to gather child services from him? Did he think of me so lowly? Or better question, was his mentality so damn scanty? This shitty?

At that point, I really thought that I should just pour the glass of water on him that was on the table and slap him so hard that he would forget who he was but then reality hit me. I realised that I still needed him, or more so his blood, so that I could save my baby from a possible risk that might come in its way. My baby needed him.

"No, I don't want any of those things." I answered him, after forcing myself to gather every last bit of courage and self control and restraint, so that I would not reach over and choke him to death.

"But I do need you. Or more likely, your blood." I told him through behind grinding teeth.

"My baby might end up in a disease where your blood could help him and for that I need you to come with me to the hospital and give a few samples of blood, for a blood test. That's what I need from you." I answered him, my hands shaking with rage, restraint, adrenaline and the sudden lust to throttle this bastard sitting by my side.

I muttered those words out through clenched teeth, so hard that they started aching.

For a few seconds, he just stared at me. As if he was thinking about something. Like plotting something in his mind, when he finally stood up. Buttoning his unbuttoned blue coat.

"On one condition." He said. I almost reached to grab his throat but held myself back.

"What condition?" I snapped.

"Kiss me." He answered.