Chapter 2 Price For Breaking Record

Nova Bassey's POV» I choked as I tried to swallow my own saliva. "What?" The doctor only looked just as plain as he did a few seconds later when he destroyed me with the words that came out of his mouth. "You're pregnant, Miss Bassey." "Pregnant? How?! "Why?!" It wasn't like I didn't know how or why it happened, but I still needed to ask. How?! "I don't think you need me to tell you how and why you are pregnant, Miss Bassey." He said with so much casualness. It was almost like he was used to getting such reactions from women who came for a pregnancy test. Why, universe? Why punish me like this? I had hoped and prayed it wasn't this. Of course, I had my doubts, the only plausible reason I was in that room at the moment. A little vomiting and nausea could always mean something else, I had told myself, even when it happened persistently for weeks. There was no doubt that the stranger I had had a one-night stand with was responsible. I hadn't slept with any man in weeks before him and after him as well. Tears pricked my eyes where I sat, and I let them fall. I knew crying would never solve anything, but I needed the moment. Maybe the doctor's office wasn't a suitable place though. I took to my feet and thanked the doctor before leaving. A week after the best sex of my life, I had regained myself at a new company and paying my debt would be an easier feat now. My colleagues and I were to devise notable ideas to enhance the growth of our company. It was more of a competition and I had to present my idea tomorrow! How could I ever focus now? I took to researching, who knew maybe working a little might take it off my mind. Unlike my colleagues, I came up with a meal kit project which I believe would be remarkable if only I could bring myself to defend it well. All I ever did was ask myself how I would present the news to my parents. How was I to tell them I got pregnant after a one-night stand? That I didn't even know the name of my child's father? I love children, but this was by far the worst way to have one. Alone with nothing but my emotions, I allowed the tears to flow down my face and unto my pillow as I laid on the bed and prayed for sleep to sweep me off my feet. My hands couldn't help but to rub the flat surface of my stomach. In a few more weeks, I will already have a bump! All I did was hate and condemn myself until I fell asleep. Early to bed is early to rise and late to bed, well, late to rise. "Shit!" I jumped up from my bed as my clock displayed thirty to eight. "What is wrong with this damn alarm?!" I yelled as I ran straight to the bathroom. Hurriedly, I brushed and bathed and put on the clothes I had picked out for the special day. Thank God I did! Getting to the office was no less than fifteen minutes and I thanked God again for the last-minute entry he allowed me. Everyone else had already arrived and Justin heaved a sigh of relief as he saw me walk in. More like barge in. Justin, whom we all referred to as Mr Smith, was the team leader of my group and on hearing my project, he had so much hope for it and believed it would give our team the spotlight we deserved and, well, desperately needed. He gave me a look that screamed, "you-better-ace-this-or-you're-dead-meat" and I managed a confident smile. I would ace it, I knew it. I had prepared for this for weeks and my team was counting on me. I introduced myself to the board, and I was pleased with how smoothly it came out. "My name is Nova Bassey and today, I will brief you on the meal kit project I have designed." Justin gave me a nod of approval that boosted my confidence. My USB drive was ready and so was I. It was no hard feat at all! As I spoke, they all gave nods of approval, and it made me feel so proud. At a far distance in the conference room, a face I hadn't noticed as I barged in earlier caught my attention and the way his blue eyes taunted me felt all too familiar. And that was when I remembered. "Bloody hell..." I muttered. "Huh?" Justin asked, and it was at that moment I realized the words came out audibly. I immediately apologized and continued with my presentation. Once, when my eyes landed on my one-night stand, I could tell he had a smirk on his face. He must remember me too. Minutes later, my presentation ended with a round of approving applause. Justin beamed at me and I managed a smile. "I think this is the perfect project to gain more popularity for our company." "Lately, its products haven't been doing well, and a meal kit would definitely be the perfect one," Mr Cosby remarked. The manager of the company found my idea the perfect one yet? I almost screeched with excitement but, thankfully, managed to hold it in. Not the wide grin on my face though, that remained, and I made no attempt to hide my joy. With that conquered, I took my leave. The man whose name I didn't know returned to my head and haunted my thoughts. That cursed smirk on his face, those taunting eyes that made me swoon the moment I looked into them, the eyes I looked into as he made love to me and fucked my brain out. The ones I looked into as I clung onto him like a baby as he made me moan till I couldn't breathe. Those blue eyes that locked with mine as I took his harness down my throat with his hand holding my hair into a ponytail. I looked into those blue eyes for several hours as he made love to me and made me reach orgasm more than I can remember. Now those eyes have come back to haunt me. I almost slapped myself as a smile tried to creep on my face at the fact that I knew that beneath that suit shirt he had on, laid the perfect set of abs that pressed against me. Those strong arms of his pinned me to my bed and those lips! Oh! Those lips sucked and kissed me everywhere! I have to admit, it was the best sex of my life. And also the longest. I guess this was the price to pay for breaking my sex record. Before I bumped into him again, I hurried out of the office to get some well-needed fresh air as my body burnt like hell now. I couldn't help but wonder if he had met me in different circumstances. Would he have anything to say to me?