Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Days turned into three weeks, Mystique had been working for her unknown boss, who never for once visited his home, which Mystique did not mind at all. It made it easier to follow the stupid rules, made her job much simpler.

But anyway, there she was sitting in an office waiting patiently for the doctor with Bell who had dragged her to the hospital for a check-up because her health had turned from bad to worse.

For the past weeks, her condition had worsened and her vomiting had increased to a whole new level and her weird cravings, Mystique had no words to describe them.

Her palms felt sweaty as she waited patiently and soon, the female doctor arrived with a file in hand. She smiled at them as she took her seat behind her desk in front of them, placing the file before her, she gave all her attention to her guests.

"Miss Miller, what do you think is wrong with you?" she asked him while beaming.

Mystique opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by Bell, who spoke first. "I think she's pregnant. There is no explanation for it" Mystique rolled her eyes at her friend.

Bell and her big mouth.

The doctor sighed as she began. "With all the signs and test, everything proves that Miss Miller is indeed pregnant" there, she broke the news to the two individuals. She turned to Bell. "Are you her friend?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm the sister from another mother" Bell answered confidently, tilting her head from side to side while plastered on her face was a broad smile, scorching more than the summer sun.

The doctor turned her gaze back to the main patient. "You should speak to your boyfriend or husband my dear. Your pregnancy is very fragile. Any reaction could lead to a painful miscarriage, especially at this stage. I suggest you come back with your husband for a check-up next month"

Well, that was if she had a husband or boyfriend, to begin with.

Gosh, she stayed a freaking virgin for twenty-seven years only to be knocked up by an asshole with an attitude, and to top it off, her pregnancy was abnormal.

Her life was just getting perfect.

Mystique thought sarcastically, blowing hot air from her mouth as she crossed her hands and rested her back on the chair, a deep frown on her face as she thought of her life while Bell stared at her worriedly.

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Quitely, Mystique walked alongside Bell as they walked out from the hospital, her hands crossed over her chest, with a deep frown over her features. Being so deep in thought, she didn't notice when Bell suddenly stopped and she walked right into her, her hands immediately covered her flat stomach protectively

Bell chuckled, finding the situation rib creaking "Now that's what they call a mother's instinct"

Mystique glowered at her friend. "This isn't funny Isabelle. I could bearly feed myself and uncle, now there another mouth to feed!"

Bell stood straight as her expression turned into a serious one. "You are not going through this alone, I will fill in every corner am needed but you need Mr. Martinez as well. After all, he is the father of this child."

Mystique suddenly felt her eyes suddenly watering. "You heard what the man said the other day. He will never accept this child. He called me a slut for fuck sake" she blinked away his tears. She had been an emotional rack for the past weeks and Bell was always at the receiving end of it.

Bell placed a comforting hand on Mystique's shoulder. "You wouldn't know unless you try. You heard what the doctor said. You need someone that would watch over you 24/7 and Mr. Martinez is the one for the position"

Well, seem like she had lost her chances with a perfect man but Mystique deserved him more.

"He already has a girlfriend Bell" Mystique shook her head. Reveling this to him would ruin his relationship with his girlfriend. Mystique would never be able to forgive herself if that happened.

"This is the life of his child we are talking about Mystique. He deserves to know. If he accepts or not, that's his cup of tea. Come, let's go home" Bell assured her as she took Mystique by the wrist and dragged her with her.

They were going to work this out together, with or without Mr. Damien Martinez, a baby's life was involved here.

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A few days passed, Mystique found herself throwing up while working in her boss's home. It wasn't like anyone was there to see her. Rinsing her mouth with water, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. she bought her hand up to her tummy and softly caressed it, with a warm smile on her face. Never in her life did it ever cross her mind that she would conceive one day, that life would be growing inside of her, her little one, her little ball of pure delight.

"Baby, your mama would take good care of you. You're all that matters to me at this point" she softly fondled.

Growing up it had always been her and her uncle, that man had raised her when her parents both died in a car crash three weeks after she was born but there she was, twenty-seven, single and pregnant, she didn't even have a stable job yet, how could she handle it on her own?

She sighed and stared back at her stomach.

Even though her stomach was still flat as a tire, she was now wearing heavy sweaters to cover her secret. She wasn't ready to tell anyone, not even her uncle.

How was she going to break the news to the old man...? Until the time comes, Mystique wasn't ready.

Clearing all thoughts from her head, she quickly walked out of the bathroom and walked down the hall, her footsteps swift but heavy.  Reaching the stairs, she was about to climb down but she suddenly tripped. she shut her eyes, waiting to fall down the stairs and hit the hard floor. After a few seconds, she felt nothing but a pair of warm hands that had snaked themselves around her waist, preventing her from killing herself.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, wanting to see her savior but she was only met with the cold stone eyes of the last man she wanted to see on her list.

With a startled jerk, she pushed her savior away as she balanced weight and protectively wrapped her arms around her stomach. She threw a sharp glare towards the man. "How did you get in here, did you break-in. I will call the cops if you don't leave this instance!"

Damien Martinez stared blankly at the other as she stood there, protecting her stomach. Did she have a wound there...?

"What's the matter with your tummy and why are you wearing such heavy clothes in such weather?"

If it was possible, Mystique glare would have pierced a hole in his forehead. Luckily, that wasn't possible because he would have been dead right now.

"Mind your own business and get the fuck out!" She didn't know what was wrong with her but she suddenly felt like crying... again.

This was the man she slept with, the father of her unborn baby dressed in a pair of black pants, black leather shoes, a black long sleeve shirt that was tucked into his pants as his muscled on his arms reflexed as they were crossed over his chest.

Damien stood unpuzzled while his muscled arms remained crossed over his bold chest as he tilted his head to the side. "Are you pregnant...?" He suddenly asked, shocking and scaring Mystique to the core.

Almost immediately, she let go of her stomach and stood straight. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat. "You are speaking gibberish. I do not know how the fuck you got in here but I suggest you leave"

Damien smirked. "When Tina told me my housekeeper was a female, I never expected it to be you. Is this how you're planning on paying back my money"

"Your house...?" Mystique's eyes widened as a realization hit her like lightning, she pointed at the other. "This is your house...!"

"This is my house, built on my land" with every word he spoke, he took a threatening step towards her, who remained where she was, unmoving. "I am your boss. Now tell me, who is the father of your child. Is it one of the many men you've slept with?" now, he was now hovering over her, cornering Mystique against the wall as he placed both hands on the side of her head.

Mystique stared deep into those dead eyes that held nothing but mischief and pure coldness. His expression might be blank but his eyes held a completely different story. For the first time since meeting the man, Mystique could see what he was feeling through his eyes. Anger, frustration, jealousy, lust...? Mystique was not completely sure now. Why would Mr. Martinez feel lust and jealousy towards her? She was anything but alluring nor sexy, she was just an ordinary girl putting on oversized, baggy clothes and some silly glasses masking her green eyes, Mystique found no uniqueness in herself, Bell had always been the pretty one among them.

But maybe she was only imagining things again. Being pregnant was doing things to her beyond the doubt.

Mystique frowned as she slowly registered what the other just said. Was that how low he thought of her? that she would go around sleeping with different men.

Unable to control the emotions flowing through her veins, she landed a slap on the other's cheek, shocking both of them. But Mystique recovered immediately and pushed him away from her, giving herself some breathing space.

Damien slowly touched the left side of his chin as he slowly rubbed, trying to soothe the pain. This woman might look fragile but her hits were painful... Damien admitted. Was shock was an understatement. No one, absolutely no one had ever dared to raise their hands on him but this person did. This fragile-looking person just hit him and it freaking hurt. Did she have a death wish because Damien Martinez was more than happy to full fill her wish?

"Do you wish to die today...?" he asked in a low and deadly tone, making the other gasp in fright as a fearful shiver ran down her cold spine.

Seemed like she just dug her own grave.