Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

As soon as Rachel left, Derek buried his face in his palms and took deep breaths. What was it about that woman that always made him lose his cool? How dare she just show up here after disappearing from his life all this while, to claim that she was pregnant and that he was responsible for it? Did she think he was a fool? What sort of stunt was she trying to pull with him?

He strolled to his desk and picked up his mobile phone to dial a familiar number. His call was answered almost immediately.

"What's up, buddy?" Said the voice on the other end.

"Something crazy just happened now, Jonah. I'm so annoyed, I feel like slamming my fist into something and breaking it to pieces."

"Geez, man, calm down. What happened?"

"Do you remember that chick I told you about in April? The one that I met at The Black Hat."

"And then she followed you to your penthouse and gave you ball-busting orgasms?" Jonah laughed.

He remembered how Derek had gushed about his experience with the beautiful curvy woman who left him haughtily the following morning. "This isn't funny, Jonah, but yeah. That's the chick I'm talking about."

"Ok, what about her?"

"She just left my office now and I am still mad at myself for even letting her in," said Derek bitterly. "I am still reeling with shock from what she told me."

"So, are you going to tell me what she said, or do I have to track her down somehow and hear it from her instead?"

"She said she's pregnant and that I am responsible for it."

Jonah was silent for several seconds before he spoke again. "What the hell?"

"That was my exact reaction but I was too stunned to even say those words. I mean, can you believe that woman? She has got some nerves, for sure because how dare she?" "Wait, did you use protection that night?"

"Uh..." Derek scratched his head absently, trying to remember the details of his night of passion with Rachel. "To be honest, I don't remember but I always do."

"Come on, man. You have to be sure. Did you use protection or not?"

"I don't know," Derek snapped in frustration.

"Look, I think this is just a money-grab attempt by her," he continued with certainty. "She's not the first woman to lie about being pregnant with my baby and she may not be the last. All the others before her had been proven to be liars and so will she."

"This is serious, Derek," said Jonah soberly.

"You think I don't know?"

"What are you going to do now?"

"About what?"

"What else? The pregnancy, of course. Is she keeping it?"

"Listen, Jonah. There is no pregnancy anywhere. That chick is lying and I have a good mind to hire a private investigator to track her down and find out what her deal is."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Jonah sighed. "What if she's not lying, Derek? What if she's truly pregnant and the baby is yours? What then?"

Derek rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers. "I am not going to consider those possibilities because they're not true."

"You're simply in denial. You need to come out of your bubble and take off your rainbow-tinted glasses so that you can see what is happening clearly. You said it yourself that you don't remember using protection when you had sex with her." "I said I don't remember if I did or not," he corrected.

"We are saying the same thing, my friend," said Jonah, sympathetically.

"Damn! This can't be happening to me. I am always so careful. I let my guard down once, and boom, I'm being accused of pregnancy."

"Accused of pregnancy?' Are you serious? You make it sound like a crime," laughed Jonah.

"This isn't funny, Jonah. This is my life we are talking about here. My reputation is at stake. What if she goes to the press with this?"

"As I said, getting a woman pregnant isn't a crime, Derek. I've done it twice and I'm not in jail right now."

"You are married."

"And you could be too."

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"Never! I've told you many times already that I will never get married. I will never give up my freedom and sanity for a piece of paper that will have me giving half of my fortune to some woman if she eventually decides to leave me." "Marriage is more than just a piece of paper, Derek. It's a union of heart, body, and souls," said Jonah, seriously.

"Miss me with that BS, Jonah. I'm not interested and that's that. If Rachel thinks she can trap me with a pregnancy that isn't mine, then she better think again because I'm not falling for it. I'm smarter than that." "That's her name? Rachel?"

"Yeah, and don't ask me her last name because I don't remember and I don't want to. What a shameless liar she is."

"Don't be so quick to call her names. You could be wrong."

"I don't think so."

"All right, what's the plan then?"

"Nothing. I'll do nothing. I'm just going to wait and see what stunt she tries to pull next. I want to see what kind of stuff she's really made of."

"I still think you should give her the benefit of the doubt. Give her a few more weeks and see if the pregnancy progresses."

"And then what?"

"Ask for a DNA test to be carried out on the fetus."

Derek shook his head as if his friend could see him through the phone. "I'm not going to be a part of that. Requesting for a DNA test is like low-key accepting her story that I am the father of her baby, and I don't want to do that because I know I'm not the one."

Jonah sighed. "Since your mind is already made up about the situation, why did you call me?"

"To vent, because that's what best friends are for."

His friend laughed heartily. "I didn't sign up to be a dump site for your emotional baggage and sexual exploits."

"It's too late for you to complain now," Derek laughed.

"Are we gonna see you this Saturday?" Jonah asked light-heartedly, changing the subject.

"Uh, I guess so. What's happening?"

"Michelle's birthday."

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"Oh, yeah. She told me she wanted a pony," said Derek, remembering the pricey request from Jonah's soon-to-be 4-year-old daughter.

"Don't do it, unless it's a stuffed pony. Our home is like a zoo already with all the animals she has acquired in the last two years. I can't take it anymore."

Derek laughed. "Not my problem. If Michelle wants a pony, Michelle gets a pony. End of discussion."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think she was your daughter," Jonah mused. "You'd make a great dad, you know?"

"Stop it. I'm the fun uncle and that's all I'll always be. Never a dad."

"If you say so.

"I do. I better call my assistant to start shopping for a pony. I'll get her one with a honey-brown coat and golden mane."

Jonah groaned dramatically on the other end of the line. "You know what, you're disinvited."

"You wish."

"Please, I am on my knees right now, Derek. Get her a stuffed pony instead."

"No will do, my dear friend. Now go away. I have work to do."

"I hate you," said Jonah, flatly.

"The feeling is mutual," replied Derek with a laugh before hanging up.

He felt much better after the phone call. He could always count on Jonah to put his mind at ease, no matter how troubled he was.

They were childhood friends who had gone to the same Ivy League schools and had kept in touch over the years through thick and thin. Derek considered Jonah to be the brother he never had.

Feeling relieved, he immediately deleted all thoughts of Rachel and her fake pregnancy from his mind and focused his attention on work. He was about to negotiate the terms of a new merger between one of his companies and a wildly successful consumer goods company that was trying to expand its market beyond the shores of America.

This was what he lived for - new business ventures that allowed him to conquer new challenges, provide lasting economic solutions, and add more proverbial fathers to his cap.

He lifted the top of his laptop and tapped the space bar. "Let's do this," he said to himself, feeling invigorated.

Before long, he was completely immersed in his work, reading and editing the content of a contract sent to him by one of his lawyers. His office phone began to ring and he tapped the speaker button to answer the call.

A few minutes later, he was on his way to a strategy meeting with the marketing department on the 11th floor. Yep, his life was back to normal.