Pregnant with my Obsessor

“Please!” - I beg, practically throwing myself at your feet. – “You can't treat me like this, not after knowing I'm pregnant.” He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne. Then a dark smile comes across his lips. “And you want me to believe that you, a poor little rich girl, were innocent." He pauses dramatically and smiles as if I had told a very funny joke. “You didn't look like a virgin when I fucked you.” It was my fault, my fault for believing him, for falling in love with my enemy, for really believing that he would ever love me. Now I was pregnant and alone. “I hate you!” I say it with all the strength I have in me. His jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to break my neck, just like the first time. But now something shone in his eyes, something different. He was uncertain of the accusations he had made, and worst of all. He knew that I was serious. He knew that I would never go back.