For what had felt like forever, I had finally managed to find the courage to go to him.
To break the news.
He was the elusive billionaire known for his player personality. I had read all about it the past few days. I had binged on different magazine interviews that he had done and the various women he had been rumored to have over the years.
As the automatic doors of the hotel swung open I took a deep breath as I stepped into the opulent lobby. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. my heels echoed against the marble floor as I approached the reception desk and the concierge greeted me with a disdained look.
'Mr Jackson's room please,' I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. A bellhop guided me to the elevator, and with each passing floor, anxious apprehension grew within me. I replayed our last encounter in my mind. The man I had slept with was far different from the one on TV.
I gasped when the elevator doors slid open. I stood there, frozen, unable to move. I replayed that night, three weeks ago, in my mind.
How would the billionaire take it?
I took a deep breath and stepped into the corridor. I pushed my hesitation down my throat before knocking on the room door 122. The door opened almost immediately and there he was. Dressed in nothing but a red robe revealing all his business. Seeing him again like this caused me to swallow hard. His dark eyes flickered with recognition the moment he saw me.
'What are you doing here?' He raised a brow, fitting his complexion through the narrow glass of scrutiny.
I took a deep breath as I tried to find my words. His expression seemed rushed, and so did the posture to which he was standing. A feminine voice called out from within the room, causing me to realize what was going on.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you,' I let out, trying to fight my tears.
'Then speak up.' He cut through, his voice cold.
I took a deep breath, my fingers gripping the edges of my handbag.
'We need to talk.' I choked. He leaned against the doorframe, his arrogance evident. Why had I suddenly lost my words? I was prepared. On my way up here I planned out all my words and everything I was going to say. Yet, in his presence, I seem to lose face.
'Look, I'm not interested in watching whatever this is,' he pointed to my frame and down at the clothes I wore, I felt little in his presence. "We had a great time that night, but I don't repeat things with my flings.'
He dismissed me with his fingers, as if I were something he could discard.
He turned on his heel and shut the door on my face.
'I'm pregnant.' I blurted the words out, a little louder than I had hoped. For a short moment, the door remained shut, and my legs gave out. I couldn't move away from there. I waited, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill.
The screws in the knob slowly turned as he opened the door again, this time, revealing the naked woman arched on his bed before he stepped out.
'What?' His voice was hoarse, his disposition was that of nervousness.
A moment of silence hung in the air before he suddenly burst into laughter. It was now my turn to squint my eyes and act irritated. I did not understand the joke or whether there was one to begin with. He seemed cold and dismissive. His shoulders hung as he stepped forward, invading my personal space.
'You must be joking.' He ranted, 'I hate bad punchlines. Pregnant. Come on!' His laughter did not seize, and neither did the insulting dismissal of my presence when he began to walk back to his hotel room.
'I wish it was a joke, but it's not.' My cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration. He stopped walking, he pulled his hand away from the doorknob as he turned to look at me.
'You little b*tch.' He cursed, with an angered expression. 'You're one of them, aren't you.' He walked towards me quickly, his tall figure towering over me as he pointed at me.
'What? One of them?' My confusion was evident, and so was obvious irritation when he insulted me.
'One of those little women from a lower class who think that just because I'm a billionaire, you can scam me for my money.' He declared, and my face flashed with relaxation and anger. 'You think that if you come to me with that, I'm gonna give you money, or fall in love with you.'
'What?'
'You believe telling me you're pregnant will make me open my coffers to you, classic gold digger move.'
My eyes flashed with indignation. I stepped back realizing where he was headed with all of these.
'This has nothing to do with money.' I frowned, as I clutched my handbag, ready to leave.
'Then what is it about?' His voice egged me, pumped with irony and slight sarcasm.
'I just thought you deserve to know.' I walked around him. 'You deserve to know that you're going to be a father.'
That was it, I had my decision. I was going to keep this baby.
'A father?' He scoffed, coming close to me. 'You're f*cking delusional if you think i'm going to believe a word of this crap. I will not be trapped by some fabricated lie.'
' I don't know who you think I am but I am not interested in you or your money. I only came here because I am a normal human being and I thought you deserve to know the truth. That's all.'
As I left him standing there, the weight of my situation settled on top of my shoulders. I had not expected him to be welcoming towards me but I at least expected him to be a human being. An adult who could take responsibility. Instead I had been met with callous dismissal and insults that cut deep. He was not the man I had met that night.
That was obvious.
How would I move on from here? How would my family take the news?