SOPHIA

My alarm rings and I quickly turn it off, knocking it off my bed locker. I release a smile of contentment as I go over the ordeals of last night in my head the moment I feel myself awake.

Eyes still closed, I stretch my hands to feel his presence but beside me felt empty. I open my eyes to see that I am alone in this room. No traces of him, he's gone!

Urghh, I wanted to scream. There might be an explanation for this. Last night was magical and I never expected it; to think it was not actually sex.

The way he licked and sucked me; played with me while taking possession of my body. Damn, the man could make a woman feel good. When I looked down and saw him eating me up, I swore I died and came back. It's not everyday a girl gets to have the attention of a sexy god as him so I'm allowed to fantasize.

My alarm rings for the second time and I'm dazzled. These pieces are sometimes stronger than expected.

I hastily take my bath and get dressed in jean three quarter shorts with a matching top that reads 'fire'.

I walk in to see Halle on André 's laps, kissing him. I intentionally hit my feet behind the chair, earning a painful groan from me. It hurts, why did I even have to do that? Because you're jealous, you dummy. One part of my brain says.

I see André stand up and hurries to where I am.  I internally smirk, it caused a little pain but it worked. Fuck you, bitch I wanted to say to Halle coupled with the middle finger sign but I just shut my mouth and resorted to playing victim.

"Sorry. Are you alright?" He says, bending to touch the feet. My skin burns from his touch and I quickly adjust my body away from his.

"Ow. It hurts." Halle just stood, an angry expression gracing her annoying face. I smile inwardly for this silent battle I had won. I could see the venom in her eyes and it's clear she hates me. Well, I don't care.

"I'm good, thanks. I'll just go apply some ointment and take some pain killers, Mr. Dumont." I stretch the 'Dumont' to relay the underlying meaning behind the statement before heading back upstairs.

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ANDRÉ

I watch her as she goes upstairs till she disappears before my sight.

"And what was that?" Halle says, bringing me back to the reality of the situation at hand.

"Nothing." I shrug in response.

"Oh, don't get me started on why you were not in bed when I woke up to ease myself at night." Her voice rises up, anger already brewing in them.

Her face scrunches up in disgust as if the reality of the situation dawned on her. She looks at me and back at the stairs; her mouth opens and closes as she's lost for words for a moment.

Gaining back momentum, she speaks up.
"You slept with her?" She screams..

"I.." Lost for words and not knowing what to say, I watch her go upstairs and in a flash, she comes back dragging Sophia by her hair.

"You bitch." She says and slaps her on the face.

"You dare sleep with my man. You see, that's the problem I have with you helps. You think you can just snake your way into a rich man's house and sleep with him to get his attention. Then boom, you become a priority?" She says, moving her hands furiously.

"Well, news flash. I'm pregnant for him and it was meant to be a surprise but your stupid ass made me spill this." She smiled this time, walking to me and placing her hands on my chest, lovingly. This her sudden change in demeanor felt so twisted and sick. Pregnant? I always use protection and the few times I don't, she tells me that she's on the pill. This news just shocked me as I am not sure I am ready to take that step of child bearing with her yet.

"And you would have to live with that. So if I ever get hold of you sniffing my man again, that would be the end of your job here. Understood?" She says, snapping me out of my thoughts, not even allowing anyone say anything.

Sophia nods her head and runs upstairs, I could not miss the pool of tears already gathering in her eyes, ready to fall off at any given time.

"What was that all about? I didn't even have sex with her." I am so furious at what she did.

"Oh, that? I'm not pregnant." She waves off in a nonchalant manner.

"What?" I ask in a shock. More furious that ever. She laughs, studying me catefully.

"Haha. I just did that to scare the poor thing." I heave a big sigh of relief.

"Anyways, I'm tired of this whole relationship. You can be with her if you want to." How many times could a man get surprised just in one night? I ask myself.

"I met someone but I've been in denial, trying to give our relationship a go but waking up last night and seeing you were not on the bed with me, then later realizing you were with het struck something in me. We are not neant for each other. So, goodluck in trying to solve the havoc I just caused." She says.

"It was fun doing that, though. I never really liked her." She says and leaves. My anger increases as the thought of her slapping Sophia few minutes back crosses my mind. How did I get myself involved with this person? I'm happy she has reduced the burden of the break up part from me, though.

She gets back with her belongings and gives me a quick peck on my lips.

"Goodbye, André." She leaves my apartment and I let out a breath I never knew I was holding.

SOPHIA

I couldn't even get into my room before the tears came bursting out of my eyes.

"I'm Pregnant for him." That statement kept replaying itself in my head. I pick up my phone to dial the one person I could talk to anytime about anything.

"Hello, Drew." I say, sobbing into the phone.

"Hey, sweetheart. Shh, Calm down and tell me what's wrong." He says, trying to sooth the pain.

"She's Pregnant for him." I say.

"Who is Pregnant? And for whom?" He asks.

I sigh and narrate everything that has happened, starting from the kiss to now.

"Wow, alot has happened. Just be calm. I'm sure there's an explanation for this." He says after listening keenly to all I had to say.

"Thank you."

"You are strong. If anything, he should work for you and don't cry for him again. Please, I hate to hear you cry, especially as I am not there for you." He could be this sweet sometimes.

"Thank you. Talking to you still helped." I say, glad I had someone I could talk to.

A knock sounds on my door, making me startled.

"Let me call you some other time?" I ask.

"Alright. That's not a problem."

I dash for the bathroom and wash my face in a haste, I dab a towel across it to dry off the reminants of water on it and take a glance at myself to ensure there's no evidence of crying.

Another knock sounds on the door and I open it, meeting André whose hand was held up in the air, attempting to knock another time.

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