My Baby's Daddy Is Mr CEO
Chapter 8: The Baby is not mine
Arianna wondered if he didn't recognize her or he was pretending not to. It’s true that it has been six months since the night they shared, but how could he forget someone he was intimate with just like that.
“I hope you recognize me, Mr. Oliver Stark, or do I need to explain myself,” Arianna said without a pinch of fear in her, she was really trying to stay calm here because there was an angry demon in her raging to be freed.
Oliver stared at her quietly for a while, and then he replied. “No, I don’t recognize you young lady.”
Arianna felt disappointed and clenched her fist in anger. Maybe it was the child in her womb transforming the quiet Naïve girl into an aggressive strong lady.
She felt like giving this young man a tight slap that would leave her finger prints imprinted on his face for days.
“Well I am the girl you took to supreme presidential suites on Valentine's night. You could not have the decency to say goodbye, you just left before I could even wake up. What kind of a man are you?” she yelled angrily.
“Oh, so you are the girl that seduced me to bed on Valentine's night? Aren’t you ashamed to stand here and speak to me? Who even let such a cheap lady like you into my office?” Oliver retorted.
Arianna was shocked. Did he just call her a seductress? She was drunk that night but she could swear that she did not seduce him.
to seduce any of her boyfriends in the past so how more about a complete
She had never felt this insulted in her life.
call me shameless? Do you think I am one of those girls you could use and get rid
that club. I can’t even remember
you for taking advantage of a drunken girl!” Arianna fired back in a loud voice. She was
security to throw you
know that I am carrying your child. I am pregnant for you Mr. Oliver and I doubt that you
remained quiet, staring at her
on why he was laughing. Did
a little kid? So you are pregnant for some random poor man and just like the other girls, you have
go around looking for billionaires like me to cling on to. I was not born yesterday
of her as a girl with loose morals and that’s what hurts her
you can call me names if you want, but don’t try to deny that this child belongs to you. The child in my
you are barking up the wrong tree and