My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 215: Pregnant Or Not?

(Arata)

The thudding of my heart was the only sound that echoed in my ears for the next few seconds.

I cleaned myself and proceeded to check the stick.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in and picked it up.

One red line was supposed to show.

<Not pregnant>

Two lines were to mean.

<Pregnant>

Two clear red lines mockingly stared back at me.

My cold hands shook so violently that I dropped the stick on the floor and took a step back while stifling a shriek.

PREGNANT???

How could I be?

This has to be a mistake. Maybe the kit was faulty. They are not always accurate.

Right???

Panic gripped every muscle in my body as if an anaconda had wrapped itself around me.

My breathing went erratic, and even with the winter season, sweat trickled on my temples and back.

Placing my hand on my uncontrollably beating heart, I tried to make sense of this.

It didn’t.

’I should do the test again.’ With this thought, I hurriedly washed my hands and rushed out of the bathroom to grab the other kit.

In that moment, I was battling tears as mountains of emotions broke over me. Grabbing the second kit from the bag, I repeated the process with whatever fluid was left in my body.

Shuddering and trembling, I checked the second stick, but it showed the same result.

The two clear red lines made my head dizzy, and I had to clutch the sink so I wouldn’t fall down.

Wasn’t my life fucked up enough?

Tears brimmed in my eyes and slipped down my cheeks, completely blurring my vision as I sobbed. My hands held the marble sink for support.

In the past months, I had sex with two different men. Azul and Karsten.

While Azul used protection, Karsten didn’t. But I took a pill within 24 hours of the intercourse.

So, how did I end up pregnant?

One of them could be my potential stalker, while the other was a habitual liar who wanted nothing to do with me except fill his lust.

How was I going to bring a child into this world without a father?

My heart weighed in torment as I clutched it with my left hand and straightened up. My right hand protectively went to my belly, where a life had already begun.

I sobbed, my body shook with little tremors, my throat squeezed so painfully that I couldn’t breathe.

The panic, the truth, and the reality of this situation were sinking in.

I had been so delusional, riding the boat of enjoyment that I forgot my actions would have consequences, and now I was facing them.

What was I going to do?

How was I going to tell Karsten or Azul?

My gut was telling me that it was after I had sex with Karsten that I ended up pregnant.

I held my hand under the tap, and warm water gushed out. Filling up my palms, I splashed it on my tear-streaked face. I couldn’t go out looking like shit, I had to be strong to weather this storm too.

If I had to, I would take care of this child alone...

Drying my face with the towel, I discarded everything in the trash except one stick. Wrapping it in tissue paper, I hid it in my sweater’s tight sleeve and decided to step out of the bathroom. A prayer rested on my lips that Karsten would still be downstairs and I wouldn’t have to face him until I had calmed myself.

But recently, my lady luck had taken a long vacation to some other universe. Leaving me stranded with a frost giant.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I came face to face with the said giant.

The worries and anger had somehow mingled and brewed a cocktail of unrest for him. His worried eyes found me.

Recently, all those filters he loved putting on his face were disappearing fast, leaving most of his emotions bare.

I averted my disturbed gaze from him and tried to head towards the walk-in closet. I wanted to hide the stick in my purse.

"What’s wrong?" His voice came out embroiled in concerns.

Damn! He must have heard my cries in the bathroom.

Without giving him an answer, I tried to bypass him and enter the closet, but this time he planted his broad body between me and the door.

"Get out of my way," I snarled, barely holding back the tears ready to burst out.

He didn’t budge, watching me with an intense unease and regret. A certain fear shadowed his face as he clutched his hands tighter to his sides.

"Not until you tell me why you were crying inside the bathroom."

His words brought forward a maelstrom of rage and frustration. I was already teetering on the edge of insanity, and he was the easiest target to vent my anger.

"You! Fucking you, happened. You destroyed my life, and now I have to live with you and act as if everything is peachy with a summer glow," I yelled out.

Veins in my neck strained as my head lifted so the storms in our gazes could connect.

He stood like the surface of a lake under which crocodiles rest, ready to pounce on their prey. Watching me with such intensity of pure guilt and helplessness.

Some of which I understood. His need to keep me away from him, keep me safe because of how fucked up his life was.

His arms slowly lifted and gently went around my shoulders, pulling me into his aloof but heated presence.

"Nooo! Noooo!" I tried to push him away, beating his heavy back with my fists, but he just held me there.

"Just calm down, please..." So much desperation clung to his voice.

This embrace of his didn’t reflect lust, it was just warm and soothing to my agitated heart.

Hugs had become so rare in my life, and from the moment he had broken my heart, I was left barren without his touches, his hugs, his warmth.

My heart was like the barren sand of the desert, while his embrace was a sprinkle of rain which fell after years of drought.

His warmth soaked in me, breaking that wintry chill around my heart.

Burning me, lighting up my veins, he made me feel alive.

Gasping and sobbing, I broke down into his arms, unable to hold myself together.

My legs trembled and my knees gave way, my body losing all strength, but his strong arms held me tethered to him.

"I got you," he whispered before I fainted in his arms.