143 IS IT MINE?

LUKE’S POV

“How are you so sure that this child is mine, huh?” I quizzed Tiffany, and my tone was goddamn serious. Playtime was over.

“I know it’s yours, Luke. I haven’t been with anyone else, since we, you know, split,” she answered firmly.

“But how can you be so sure? We’ve been apart for a while now,” I replied, still not convinced. “And we had sex only this one time. So, how can you be so sure?” “I’m sure, alright. And I won’t abort this baby, no matter what. You have to take responsibility,” Tiffany spoke loudly, I could see hear the anger out of her tone. Oh great. Now I had gotten myself into this goddamn situation. To be honest with myself, I still had doubts about Tiffany’s claim, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility that the child could be mine.

“You can run a DNA test if you want,” she suggested.

“You think I’m going to do that?”

“Of course. Why won’t you?”

“I just need you to be honest with me. Are you really pregnant?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I’m pregnant. Do you think I’ll just come to you and start making up false stories.”

“Might be possible.” I shrugged.

“Heyy!” She bawled immediately. “What do you take me for? A golddigger?”

“I never said that.”

“But that’s what you meant.”

“Did you come here to argue?”

“I didn’t, but I can see that that’s exactly what you want.”

“Hold on, how did you know I was at the hospital?”

“You’re at the hospital? Doing what?”

“Oh fuck, it’s none of your business. You don’t work in there again?” I gestured toward the hospital not too far from us.

where I used to work at, you

no need to be rude. It was just a simple

of an

tolerate these insults

to

sighed. “Don’t you have somewhere you’re supposed to

I saw your ugly

of correction miss, I

were as ugly as

you so mad?”

me Luke. You considered me to be a trash.

right.” I snapped my fingers. “I totally forgot. You want

with an unfriendly look. “I don’t want your money. I just want you to take full responsibility

we’ll do the DNA test. But I need some time to think about

“Think about what?”

and you

are just too

the lady who called me a dirtbag.”

are one,” she

chuckled. “You can start going

She fired back at me,

stand here at the road all

of your

you’re carrying

up!”

here, Luke?” Ariel walked to the both of us. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

ANDRE’S POV

With a yawn, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly ebbing away. The

sense of urgency, I swung my legs

me. The distant hum of traffic began to grow louder, mingling with the early morning bustle of a city on the

sleep. The mirror reflected back a slightly disheveled version of myself, my dark hair tousled from sleep. I splashed my face with cold

my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was

a pair of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an important meeting. As I dressed, I mentally went over the

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