Billionaire's The CEO Bedwarmer

I'm here right now, standing outside the office, nervous about the outcome of my confession. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't like it? What about me? I don't know what to do.

Finally, I decided to knock.

"Come in," he said coldly. That's what I was afraid of.

When I entered, I found him busy signing papers on his desk.

"What are you doing here?" he asked without emotion, making me even more nervous. I wanted to turn around and leave to avoid the anxiety I felt, unsure of how to tell him why I was there.

"I... I have something to say," I stuttered, and he glanced at me before returning his gaze to the papers.

"What do you want to say? Please hurry, I'm busy," he said coldly. I took a deep breath before daring to speak.

"B-because... what I'm pregnant," I stuttered, causing him to stop signing and look at me with no emotion.

"So? What are you expecting from me?" he asked, making me cry, though I quickly wiped the tears away. I was nervous about what might happen next.

"Because you're the father!" I said, mustering courage even though the truth was weakening me.

"Then abort it," he said without emotion. I quickly approached him and slapped him. How dare he suggest aborting his own child? Was he heartless?

"Are you stupid? You want to kill your own child?" I shouted at him after slapping him.

"Are you sure it's mine?" he asked, leaving me confused.

'What does he mean by that?' I wondered, but I stayed silent, unsure of what he was implying.

"Ohhhh, look at you. You're not even sure? So sad. What if it's not mine? You work at a bar, what if you're using your child to get money from me? You know, other women have come here with the same story," he insulted me, but I stayed quiet. I was certain this child in my womb was his.

"Name your price, quickly. I have important things to do," he demanded.

"What do you think I am? I'm not after your money, and my child doesn't need it," I insisted.

"Then what do you want from me?" he asked, surprised. Did he not understand what I was trying to convey?

"Take responsibility!" I demanded, without hesitation, though I feared what his answer might be.

"What? Hell no!" he shouted, making me angrier. He liked it, then he didn't. What about my child?

"No way, I have a girlfriend and I love her," he stated. Did that mean he wouldn't take responsibility?

"What about me? And the child, please, I'm begging you," I pleaded. I didn't want my child to grow up without a father.

"I don't care about you or your f*cking child. Get out of my office, or I'll call my bodyguard to drag you out," he threatened, and I knelt in front of him.

"Please, I'm begging you. This is your child," I pleaded. I knew I looked desperate, but I was doing this for my child to have a father.

"Are you deaf? I said---" he couldn't finish his sentence because a beautiful voice interrupted him.

"Hi babe, I'm here," said the beautiful girl. As she approached, he looked at her with surprise.

"Sorry, who are you? And why are you kneeling in front of my boyfriend?" she asked. I didn't have the courage to answer.

What could I say? That I was begging her boyfriend to take responsibility?

"Nothing, babe. She's just my employee, and she's kneeling because she made a mistake," Mr. Chavilier lied to his girlfriend.

I was about to speak, but Mr. Chavilier shot me a look that could kill.

"Babe, don't be too harsh on your employee," his girlfriend said while helping me stand up. I glanced at Mr. Chavilier, wondering if he still thought poorly of me.

"You can leave now. Be careful next time," his girlfriend said. I wanted to speak about Mr. Chavilier's threat, but the way he looked at me silenced me.

Even against my will, I left his office, but before doing so, I looked at Dedrick and spoke my final words.