I groan, my muscles aching from the weird position of my body on the bed before smoothing my neck trying to ease the pain. I sure need a long relaxing shower.

I look around confused for a minute before the memories of yesterday came flooding into my mind.

Refusing to feel depressed I study my new room, for the min time that is.

The room is decorated with white and brown shiny furnishings, a window just beside the bed which feels soft under my body. Totally out of my taste, my room back at home is twice bigger than this and well decorated to my liking.

My bag was kept neatly close to the feet of the bed, after arranging the bed properly I search through my bag for relaxing clothes deciding to have a lethargic day today.

I walk towards a door at the corner end of the room pushing the door open to find a small bathroom "is this room meant to be for his maid" I muttered looking around with disgust finding this place below my usual criterion.

I strip my clothes off then got into the shower letting the freezing water cascade down my skin making me shudder, I try looking for the hot button but find nothing.

Unable to withstand the temperature I step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my hair and body still twitching from the cold, I rub my hand together to find any source of heat.

Leaving the bathroom I change into a gray and black with white canvas, left my hair curly falling freely on my shoulders then I applied light make-up before complimenting my look with my love pendant.

I contemplate unpacking my bags immediately or not, then deciding on leaving it for later because I had a pending issue to attend to, checking the time on my phone to find 25 miss calls and voicemails from Mum, Emma, and Sylvia.

I chose to ignore the voicemails, I can talk to them later but now I need to have as much strength for the decision I am about to make.

I left the room going towards Chance's room. After knocking a few times without reply I push the door open to find it empty, walking in I eyed every detail, taking the details of his room.

His room is as neat as ever, things well put in place. I have known him to be a neat guy, everything must be in order maybe it comes as a build composition of a businessman just like my Dad.

The thought of my Dad brought a ponderous feeling in my heart, shaking those thoughts from my mind I focus my mind on the reasons behind my presence here "you can't feel depressed" I mumble making that my motto for today.

I check his lavatory but no sign of him before deciding to check his office but I couldn't find him.

My stomach grumbles giving out a sign that I need to eat something. For the past few days food refuses to go down my stomach, the color pink disgusts me but I blame it on morning sickness which comes with being pregnant, after all.

I trudged towards the kitchen feeling the need to sit and relax my legs fully aware of the sweet scent of waffles filling the air coming from the kitchen.

My stomach growled in protest requiring a taste-making me to walk quickly into the kitchen.

The kitchen and dining room are jointly giving the kitchen a wider space than the dining room.

Chance seats dress in a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants looking handsome eating a plate of waffles and glass of mango juice in the dining room.

My throat feels parched, just the sight of him sends butterflies dancing in my stomach, his well-defined structured face, and an eight pack I have constantly run my hands through.

His hazel eyes looking deeply into my eyes..." your breakfast is right here when you are through with gawking " he says with a sexy smirk without looking my way.

I blush embarrassed, what a dirty mind I have, I make my way towards him taking a sit in front of him as he pushes a plate of waffles and a glass of milk towards me.

I smile brightly before digging in taking a bite letting the sweet taste bring my tastebud euphoria.

I moan the taste is divine, Chance may be arrogant and an asshole at times but sure is a great cook.

I open my green eye to find hazel eyes staring at me intensely before coughing awkwardly snapping him from his daze gaze. He cleared his throat before speaking "have you made a choice yet? " he questions nonchalantly.

I drop my fork on my plate focusing my attention on him" I chose to keep the baby" I say quietly staring intensely at him waiting for any emotion but he gave non his face blankly staring into my eyes.

I shift my gaze back down to the plate of waffles " I won't ask you for anything, not even your love but what I need is just a place to stay for the min time" I shrug holding on to my last pride.

I made a decision last night which includes crying my eyes out, I know I made a mistake but it's wise to correct my mistakes than create a bigger one.

I will leave my life for my child because I am no longer I but we, I might be a disappointment to my Dad and it hurts but it hurts more being a disappointment to yourself.

I turn my gaze towards him "I can't leave with myself knowing I killed an innocent baby. Our baby" I say stressing ours.

His gaze remained blank "I hope you understand what I am trying to say" I am not sure if I am making the right decision but it is a risk I am willing to take.

I am losing my first and only love but it's worth it. I guess. I move my hand closer to his taking his hands in mine" I love you Chance and also love this child, it's a mother feeling to take care of her child " I sniff as tears run down my cheeks.

I know it's weak for me to cry but I can't hold it in when my heart maims enormously "it was heartbreaking when you told me to abort this child because this child is yours, not someone else's " my tears dripping on our intertwined hands.

He pulls his hands from mine forcefully" you made your verdicts so I will make mine" he says coldly fury in his eyes.

I flush in my sit "this child is only yours and not mine and everyone is to believe that, I will let you stay here on only one condition" he says with an evil smirk on his lips staring me down.

I wipe my tears away waiting for his conditions "you will do everything I ask you to do like, cooking for me, washing my clothes, etc"

"what?! "I almost yelled but his smirk widens into a grin.

"you heard me right, so get ready to feel pain" he promises before taking a sip from his juice.

I got up bewildered and scared losing my appetite for food before rushing into my room.

I pick up my phone from the nightstand, I dial Emma's number she picks up at one ring "Shiloh you got me worried, you Mom and Sylvia have been trying to reach you. I hope you are alright. I heard what happened, I hope you are not planning to do something stupid because if you are I will beat your ass until it turns black and blue " she says in one breath.

"Emma " I called stopping her ranting "I am okay, " I say walking towards the window pushing it open for sun rays to come in.

"thank goodness" she sighs in relief "where are you now?" she asks warily.

"I am at Chance's place "

"okay. Is everything okay? " she asks.

"Yeah" my voice cracks a little, I can't lie to my best friend but I have to do this" can I call you later? " I ask, the weight of keeping things from her is too much but it for the best right now.

"no problem but you have to call your Mum and Sylvia, they are so worried about you," she says.

I sigh loudly replying with okay hanging up before making my way into the bathroom towards the full-length mirror studying my reflection.

My makeup smudge with dry tears, my eyes red, swollen, and puff, the tip of my nose red from crying.

I was never this weak or a crybaby, all my life I tried to look strong act strong but this girl right now is so not me.

I clean my makeup off angrily. I feel angry at myself for being this pathetic, angry for being a fool, angry for not learning from my past most importantly not being strong for my unborn child.

I can't keep crying or feeling pity for myself, my Dad gave me a condition to make something out of myself before coming home and I will do exactly that.

No more feeling depressed, I can't fail my Dad, Mum, Sylvia, and most importantly my child.

I place my hand on my midsection with a smile.

I walk out of the bathroom towards my unpacked luggage then pull it towards the closet arranging my clothes, and shoes in the closet.

Today is going to be one hell of a day with me stuck in this room.