Strictly Taboo(193)

“I’m sorry… but I have to get home.” Tiffany said, looking down at her phone, seeing her boyfriend’s number on the screen. She answered and walked out the door, the sound of angry words already coming out of her lips. Crystal sat there alone in the dressing room feeling helpless. What was she supposed to do if she was pregnant?

She was certain it was Scott’s, but would the fighter believe it was his? For all he knew, she could have easily slept with a plethora of other men since their day together. Crystal felt helpless as tears began to roll down her cheeks, trying to figure out what to do.

Sighing, she finally made her way out of the club, finding a 24-hour pharmacy. She browsed through the aisles until she found the pregnancy tests. Grabbing one, she quickly paid and made her way home, this time free of creeps following her. Once through the door, she took a deep breath knowing the result could change her life forever.

A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, the plus sign embedded in her mind. She was pregnant. She couldn’t quite believe it at first, but then grew anxious as she pictured the collapse of her life. She would surely lose her job and then would probably have to raise the child by herself. She didn’t know if she could handle being a single parent, but at the same time, the thought of abortion horrified her.

She had to tell him. It was her only option. If she didn’t, she would never forgive herself. Crystal didn’t know how he would react and this scared her, but at the same time, she knew there was no other choice.

***

The next morning, she walked over to Titan, her heart beating overtime in her nervousness. She feared the worst and expected little good to come from this meeting, but if she kept this a secret, it would nag her until it destroyed her, so with that thought she made her way inside.

The woman at the counter looked at her a moment. Crystal was not the kind of clientele Titan usually attracted. “Hello… um, do you know if Scott Wayne is around?” Her voice was timid as she asked the question. The woman bit the edge of her pencil before getting up, sighing.

“One moment.” With that, the woman left, going through a set of double doors that led into the training area. Crystal stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, when a man entered through the front door. He looked to be a fighter as he already had his shorts on and a towel around his neck.

He eyed Crystal for a moment, a devilish grin on his lips as he walked up to her. “What’s your name, pretty lady?” He asked, pushing her until her back was up against the wall. Crystal looked up at him for a moment, clutching her bag, as memories of the night she was terrorized by the group of men came back to her.

The man was about to lean forward and kiss her lips when a voice called out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The husky voice floated to Crystal’s ears, catching her attention. She looked to the left, seeing Scott standing there, looking slightly annoyed. “Get out,” he commanded. The other man, recognizing him as the fighter who had gone undefeated for 19 matches quickly high-tailed it out of there, not wanting to experience his one hit K.O.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked as he walked up to her, offering her his hand. She placed her hand in his as he pulled her off the wall and into his chest, grinning down at her as her cheeks colored in red. “You okay?” He finally asked when she didn’t say a word. If the man had hurt her, he would pay dearly for his crimes.

“I need to tell you something,” she said quickly, wringing her fingers together. Scott noticed this nervousness and wondered what was going on.

“C’mon, let’s go outside,” he whispered, squeezing her hand and leading her to the parking lot. Once outside he sat her down on his bike and waited for her to tell him what was on her mind. Crystal, however, hesitated, wondering how she should phrase what she was about to tell him.

A million doubts and fears ran through her mind as she tried to predict his reaction. Would he be angry? Would he even believe her? Would she be forced to raise this child by herself or even worse, give it up? She bit her lip, her emotions threatening to choke her.

As this happened, Scott reached forward, his palm resting on her cheek, before looking into her eyes. “Tell me.”

A pause.

“I’m pregnant.”





Chapter 8

Scott looked at her for a moment, disbelief on his face. This had to be some sort of a trick. He tried to think back to the day they had spent together. Surely they had used protection, hadn’t they? But at no point could he ever remember rolling a condom onto his member. Sighing, he moved away, running his fingers through his hair, wondering what he should do.