HER BABY’S DADDY

_JANIS’ POV_

I am fvcking pregnant, but how??!

Who did I even sleep with!? How did this happen!?

This was too confusing. My entire world was crumbling and I couldn’t do anything.

“But how can I be pregnant? I always use protection and I don’t remember having sex with anybody” my voice came as a whisper.

“You are pregnant. The result is accurate” The doctor replie like he couldn’t be questioned.

“Doctor, I can’t be pregnant, please. I don’t even know who the father is! I want an abortion. I can’t keep this baby” I spoke almost crumbling into tears.

The doctor accessed my features for a while before speaking. “You are too tense, okay? Go home, rest and ponder over this with a clearer mind ok. If you still want the abortion then come back”

“Alright. Thank you” I heaved a heavy sigh before bolting up and hastily walking outside.

I scurried towards my car and quickly pulled open the door, launching myself in.

“Take me home now” I instructed my assistant who ignited the engine in an instant.

On reaching my house, I walked out of the car without even sparing a second glance at my assistant.

I ran towards my room and shut the door tight on getting in.

My entire mind was in disarray and I just couldn’t wrap my head around it all.

I quickly got into the bathtub and turned on the faucet, the warm water hitting my skin as I sat in it.

How could I get pregnant when I can’t even remember having sex and who the hell the father is?

I was never careless so how did I become so careless!?

Nothing was adding up and I just wanted to scream out because my world was crumbling.

I lay in the bathtub for hours, drowning myself in my sorrow as my thoughts ran wild and untamed.

How? That single word could not leave my mind. This wasn’t my first time having sex, I wasn’t an amateur when it came to useful protections to prevent pregnancy.

I had always been so careful whenever I had sex so how the fuck did I get pregnant?

And who is the father?

Who did I have sex with it?

Why can’t I just remember him!?

I wasn’t the type of girl to sleep with so many guys within a short period.

I spaced out my sexual escapades and yet now I can’t fathom who the father of my unborn baby is.

“Dang it!” I yelled out, hitting my fist on the metallic body of the bathtub and not caring about the pain I would feel later on.

“Why can’t I just remember who I did this with!? How can I have sex with somebody unprotected, get pregnant and yet I can’t seem to recollect a single detail?!” I yelled my frustration to no one in particular.

“Who the hell is the father of this baby!? C’mon Janis when did you become this loose and dumb?” I cursed myself in pure vexation.

Suddenly like a comet, the realisation hit me and my mind wandered back to memory lane.

Two weeks ago I had slept with an obnoxious dude I met in the hotel.

Yes.

The realisation was like a silver lining in my quest of finding out how  I got pregnant.

I vividly remember offering him money to have sex with me. He needed the money to please his overbearing and greedy girlfriend and I just needed the sexual intimacy.

He looked so good-looking and sexy. I could not keep my eyes off him and whatever I wanted, I made sure to get it.

I approached him with my offer and although he didn’t seem to want it at first, the sight of money got him drooling at my feet and he hearken to my request.

A smile washed up my face. I felt I had gotten to the end of the tunnel now.

But as quickly as the smile came, it vanished as another realisation struck me.

I had to make sure he used protection.

He was made to wear a condom when we got intimate.

Or did the condom break?

No, it didn’t. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. There wasn’t any way he could have gotten me pregnant.

Certainly, he wasn’t the one responsible for this pregnancy.

But if he wasn’t, then who is?

“Great! When I thought I had gotten the answer to it all! Another mystery rears its ugly head out!” I grumbled.

I decided to ease my stress by briefly shutting my eyes close for a brief second.

The moment my eyes closed, hazy images began appearing in my mind and I tried recollecting them all.

Placing the missing pieces of the puzzle together, my eyes flew open in a flash.

I now recollected it all. The memory came flashing back like lightning bolts.

That same day, after getting laid with the young fellow in the hotel, I had driven down to the club and I got so tipsy and high.

I had ordered an Uber driver to take me home and that same night– I seduced him into having sex with me.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed.

Every fucking incident that transpired that fateful night came rushing down to my mind.

Strangely and suddenly, I could still feel his warm body pressed and perfectly aligned against mine as his lips devoured my body with bites and kisses.

The feeling of his hard rock dick thrusting into me, his lips latched onto my nipples and sucking my engorged breasts filled me.

I clenched my thighs together as a wet pool began forming around my vulva, my mind conjuring the steamy, hot and unprotected sex I had experienced with this stranger.

It was a one-night stand and an unprotected one. How did I let down my guard so easily that an ordinary driver fucked me?

Men of high calibre would pay to see me yet I easily let this unknown fellow have his way with me without a fucking protection and now I’m pregnant with his child and I have no clue who he is or where he is.

What sort of an issue is this?

Would I keep this baby or not?

I weighed the advantages I had in keeping the baby.

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To worsen it all, how could I face my friends and family by announcing this shameful news to them?

What will the media say about me?

Everybody knew my taste in men and how I only paroled myself with men of high calibre for the camera and media.

My various trips to the club and sexual escapades with common and middle classed men were private and unknown to the media.

If it got leaked, my reputation would be ruined and nobody would treat me with respect anymore.

And now the arrival of this baby was on the verge of destroying everything I had worked to build over the years.

Should I be a baby?

be losses were then my gains if I had any.

How could I possibly face my parents and drop this news to them?

How will they react on hearing that I let my guard down for a driver whom I don’t even know anything about?

How could I be that foolish!?

“Oh fuck!” I groaned out.

I ran my hands through my hair and pondered over everything for a while.

Keeping this baby would damage my reputation and the paparazzi would not keep me off their tongues for weeks to come.

Yet how can I also abort this baby?

I am financially buoyant and well-to-do. My fortune can take care of as many kids as I wanted so how can I possibly abort this innocent baby that had done me nothing?

I kept on pondering whether to abort the baby or not.

Honestly, this baby had done me no harm and I would not be able to live with myself if I did abort this baby.

I sighed heavily, shaking my head. I guess I should keep this baby then.

I can’t abort this baby and I won’t leave with myself if I did it.

After making up my mind, another thought crossed me.

I needed to find that uber man and tell him about this sudden discovery.

He would e to keep his child. And if he didn’t, I’ll raise the child myself.

I gradually stood up from the bathtub and placed my cold feet on the tiles of the bathroom.

My body felt like a dumbbell on the ground. A sudden dizzy sensation washed over me but I managed to hold on to the iron railings which carried the towels.

I grabbed a robe quickly and slipped into it. Satisfied, I ambled outside and sat on the bed.

My eyes accessed everywhere in search of my bag.

I found it in a corner of my room. I must have flung it there in my room sometime.

I stood and walked over to it. Grabbing it, I brought out my phone and dialled my personal assistant’s number.

“Hello, ma’am hope you are doing well now?” He asked in a formal tone.

I nodded and gulped. “I am but I need you to do something for me now”

“And what’s that?”

“Find me the identities of all the uber drivers in the city. I need them asap” I requested.

“But ma’am that is difficult and it is such a strange order” my assistant objected.

“I need it. I don’t care how you carry out the order. I’ll pay you for it. Just do it” I sharply ordered before hanging up.

Now, I would find the mystery uber driver.

A smile appeared on my face and I rubbed my hands in anticipation of it.

Although I was heavily drunk when I had sex with him but I can still remember his facial features clearly.

And that was all I needed to recognise who the father of my child was.

* * * * * * *

~Two weeks later…

It’s been two long weeks since I launched my plan on finding the father of my child.

And it had turned out to be the man my assistant had brought to me was not the uber driver who drove me back home that fateful night.

I had seen and interviewed more than twenty men and none of them was the father of my child.

I’ve gotten nowhere in my search, not even his contact or house address to show for all my relentless efforts in finding him.

The only thing I’m stuck with is his facial image which is stuck in my head.

“Ma’am the other man is here” my assistant informed me.

I had taken the day off work to check out the uber drivers my d found “Bring him in,” I said.

A red-haired walked in after a few seconds with my assistant trailing beside him.

His clothing was shabby and his red locks dangled carelessly over the crook of his neck.

His brown eyes shone on seeing me as I matched his orbs with my formidable stare.

Oh no!!