FORTY-ONE.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE - Luther.



I sat frozen. The statement did not only give me an attack but it hit a nerve I never knew I had. “Because I'm carrying your child!” four words, one deadly statement is enough to make me feel weird.

What have I done? How could this have happened? Six month pregnant, disappeared for five months, how didn't I calculate this. Why didn't she use contraceptives? We always used condoms or not, I'm being thrown in a situation to choose between what's wrong and what's right. But this was not a business meeting nor a place where I seal deals. This was about a child, another life whose name will have mine, who will look up to me for advice, whose responsibilities will be on my shoulders.

I don't know, I need to clear my head and right now beside Reese is the worst place to be at the moment. Reese kept sniffing, but I was to distraughted with my thought to give a damnation. I packed everything I came with and called my pilot to get the jet ready. Reese wanted me to leave right, so I'm leaving. I left without a goodbye, without evening looking over my shoulder till I got to Manhattan.

I sat emotionlessly at the bar, I drank myself to stupor, the bartender became reluctant to give me more drinks. I thought as usual alcohol was going to make me forget about this little revelation I found out. But who was kidding even after about twenty something shots of whiskey I still felt agile and active.

I took my car keys and headed back home, unlike back in Chicago this penthouse has begun to lose its Reese 's smell. I took another bottle of ciroc from my home bar and gulped the bitter liquid down my throat. I tried to think about Reese , the times we were together, there were days we didn't use protection because she was on pills. Did the pills fail? I tried to think hard, the kind of emotions she had portrayed since I was with her. When I accused her of sleeping around, when I called her names and ripped her last dignity apart by using her insecurities as a weapon against her. Some words are better left unsaid, and truly silent is the best answer. I drowned myself in alcohol

It's been two days since I left Chicago, a dark circle graced my eyes. I have decided to bury myself deep into work, though I have Reese 's new cell phone number but I haven't had the effrontery to give her a call. J kept asking myself if I did right by coming back here, her blood pressure and everything I prayed she wouldn't faint again. I sighed for the hundredth time in the last seventy two hours. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket and my heart raced, was it Reese ? Was the baby out. I took a glance and it was Dave, my best friend.

“Man, where have you been?” he chided. Dave happens to be one of the easiest people I know. There are days where I asked him if he had his own personal problems to deal with. He was always laughing and things kept falling in place for him, be it money or women.

“I have been around men, and went to Chicago a couple of days back.” I proceeded.

“Chicago? Isn't that where your woman's parents live?” he inquired, one thing with dave and I relationship is we keep to tab with each other's affairs.

He is two years older though, and he always bragged about doing his big brother duties to me.

“Yeah, I met Reese ,” I sighed.

I heard him inhale sharply. “I am sure you asked her why she disappeared so spill man I'm curious.” I could sense the edge in his voice.

“Well, she's pregnant and she said the baby is mine. I'm a confused man. I left immediately. She told me that and I haven't had a wink of sleep in the last seventy two hours.” I complained while rubbing my long hair. There was silence from the other end of the phone, I knew he was still there he's probably just trying to process everything I have said. “Dave.” I called just to confirm my theories.

“Still here Luther, just speechless, so are you going to keep it or abort?” he asked dumbly, making me roll my eyes.

"What have you been smoking, Dave, Reese disappeared about five months ago, she's six month pregnant. I don't know if I trust the child is mine or not. I have really said hurtful words to her,” I sighed, rubbing my temple, I needed a break out of life was a problem.

“If you really don't trust her much, I think you should go for a paternity test,” he advised.

“God, I totally forgot something like that exists, thank you man,'' I muttered. We chatted a few more times until he said he had something to do and he left.

I wrapped up my work quickly and headed to Chicago. I needed to see Reese , and I have come to a few conclusions.

I knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to open up, it crept open gently and my breath hitched. There were dark circles under her eyes like mine too, her face pale and she looked sick.

“Are you okay? Are you sick? Is the baby coming now? Do you need the doctor?” I asked all at once, giving her no room to process the questions.

I pressed my palm to her sweaty forehead, she had a minimal temperature and that was a relief. “Like you care, what do you want this time?” She inquired, looking all tired, inviting me in. I stepped inside and it was exactly the way I left it two days back.

“We need to talk.” I was summoned.

“We are already talking Luther, so spill,” she grimaced.

“Truly, if this child is mine we are going for a paternity test, I'm going to give you back your twenty million dollars cheques and you are coming with me to Manhattan. . .” I paused as she tried to pick her jaw from the floor.

“I am not going back to manhattan with you,” she whispered.

“So you aren't even scared of the test?” I narrowed my eyes.

“No, because I'm sure of whose baby I'm carrying, I'm not a whore!” She blurted out, making me wince.

“Well, the jet is ready and we leave tonight, anything you have here be rest assured I will double it back In Chicago.” I instructed.

“I said I am not going.” She grinds her teeth together.

“If either you walk to the airport or I carry you in my arms, I'm giving you the choices, baby mama.”

I grinned as her face coloured red with embarrassment.

I knew I won this part.



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