The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 143

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. 

“That’s not where I used to work at, you dirtbag!” 

“Okay, there’s no need to be rude. It was just a simple question.” 

“Coming out of an idiot.” 

“I will not tolerate these insults anymore. Do you understand?” 

“What are you going to do then? Hit me?” 

I sighed. “Don’t you have somewhere you’re supposed to be heading to this morning?” 

“Yes, until I saw your ugly ass.” 

“Point of correction miss, I am handsome.” 

“If only you were as ugly as your attitude.” 

“Why are you so mad?” 

“Because, you just dumped me Luke. You considered me to be a trash. You just slept with me like I was nothing.” 

“Oh, right.” I snapped my fingers. “I totally forgot. You want money, right?” 

She gaped at me, with an unfriendly look. “I don’t want your money. I just want you to take full responsibility for this child.” 

“Fine, we’ll do the DNA test. But I need some time to think about everything.” 

“Think about what?” 

“That’s for me to know, and you to shut up.” 

“You are just too rude.” 

“Says the lady who called me a dirtbag.” 

“Because you are one,” she retorted. 

I chuckled. “You can start going now.” 

“No you go!” She fired back at me, 

“You’re going to stand here at the road all day?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I was only concerned. Since you’re carrying my child.” I smirked. 

“Oh shut up!” She snapped. 

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

ANDRE’S POV 

I stirred as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. With a yawn, I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness of sleep slowly ebbing away. The faint chirping of birds outside my window signaled the start of a new day as I blinked my eyes open, hazily peering at the clock on my bedside table. 

Realization dawned on me, and I jolted upright, remembering the important meeting scheduled for today at work. With a sense of urgency, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet on the cool wooden floor, shivering slightly at the sudden change in temperature. 

As I stood up, I glanced out the window, taking in the serene view of the city waking up below me. The distant hum of traffic began to grow louder, mingling with the early morning bustle of a city on the move. 

I shuffled into the bathroom, rubbing my eyes to clear the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected back a slightly disheveled version of myself, my dark hair tousled from sleep. I splashed my face with cold water, feeling the refreshing shock wake me up fully. 

Turning my attention to my morning routine, I quickly brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands into submission. A quick glance at the clock told me I was running behind schedule, and I hurriedly moved to my closet to pick out an outfit for the day. 

After a moment of deliberation, I settled on a crisp white shirt and a pair of navy blue trousers, the classic choice for an important meeting. As I dressed, I mentally went over the key points I needed to discuss, preparing myself for the day ahead. 

With my outfit complete, I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I entered, courtesy of the timer I had set the night before. I poured myself a steaming cup and took a sip, relishing the rich, bitter taste that never failed to wake me up. 

Breakfast was a quick affair, a simple bowl of cereal and a banana to fuel me for the day ahead. As I ate, I scrolled through my emails on my phone, making a mental note of any urgent messages that needed my attention. 

My father made his way downstairs, looking at me. “Andre, we have to talk about last night.”