ted. I had been feeling for this for three months now and my body felt close to giving up on me, but I knew this was probably because I tended to

nt. I got up from the floor and looked into the mirror one more time, but no matter how much I tried to convince myself there was no way. All the signs I had shown were leading towards me being pregnant. Only when I felt something wet on my cheek I had realized that I was crying. No matter what, I couldn’t be pregnant. There was only one person who could be the father, and that person was the man who wouldn’t even give me the time of his day, the man who wouldn’t even give me as much as a glare every time he walked past me and acted as nothing had happened between us, and that man was Christian. What would he say if he found out I was pregnant? He would’ve probably told me to get an abortion. Yes, a hundred percent. What else would he said when he still had his entire life to live which could not be ruined by a baby of some low life. The moment I heard footsteps I quickly wiped away my tears and tried to force a smile on my face. “Serena are you c-“ I turned around to look at Faith who had a confused expression on her face. Unfortunately, she could see right through me like she always had. “Are you crying?” She asked, but I quickly shook my head and grabbed her hand. “I’m not, there was something stuck in my eye let’s go.” We walked out of the dressing room together with locked arms and were so deep in some useless conversation that I did not realize I would bump into someone until I had crashed against a body as hard as stone. I immediately looked up, only to meet Christian’s unimpressed expression, and immediately apologized. “I’m so sorry.” My heart was almost beating out of my chest as I was secretly anticipating what his next sentence was going to be, but instead, he took a step aside and kept walking, completely ignoring me. *Would he ignore me the same way if I told him that I might be pregnant?* “Damn, he’s so fine and rude all at once.” Faith admired him and looked back one more time while I tried to pull her arm. All I wanted was for this night to end as soon as possible and it already started as bad as it could after I had walked into Christian, the exact person I had been trying to avoid. Normally I wouldn’t even see him at the club, but of course, out of all the times I could’ve seen him it had to be now. As always the club was filled with people who were just here to have fun to businessmen who were looking for amusement. Usually, I went into the VIP section because those businessmen were the ones who had the most money, but today I wasn’t feeling it and mingled with the normal guests. Truthfully, dancing and letting go of myself for money wasn’t the worse job but the only downside was the prejudice. The looks I would get whenever people asked me what kind of job I did because they did not expect my answer. A shy, quiet girl like me stripping at a club to earn money.