48 days.

That's the last time I last had sex and the last time I saw Valentino.

I've trying really hard to get him out of my mind but that just seems like the impossible.

I buried myself in much work to keep my thoughts off him. It worked pretty well until I had to knock-off work and head home. That's when the his face kept playing in my mind.

That's when that night kept on replaying in my head. I started remembering more things from that night but I'm memory from the night isn't exactly perfect.

I looked at myself in the mirror once. Tonight was a charity gala and none other than Valentino woukd be there. I was a little nervous to be honest. His fiancee would most probably be there and I would feel awkward being around her because she most probably doesn't know what Valentino does behind her back.

I sigh as the guilt builds up in me.

I smooth out the wrinkles of my dress with my hands. I was wearing a crimson dress with a halter v-neck that had an open back. The silky material clung onto my body like a second skin till my knees where it flowed freely to the floor.

My makeup was light and my dark brown hair was held in a sophisticated bun that hand dozens of pins for holding and decoration.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I took my clutch and head out of the penthouse to my car where my driver was waiting for me.

As we drove to the museum where the gala would held, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

I looked at my dress and sighed. In the 48 days I'd last seen Valentino, I'd somehow gained a hefty amount of wait. Maybe it's from all the junk I eat during and after work hours.

I already craved and ate junk food like there was no tomorrow.

"We've arrived, Miss Snart." The driver said as the car stood right in front of the massive entrance.

I braced myself for the press and opened the door to the blinding lights of the press' cameras.

"Harley!" The press people shouted immediately when I stepped out.

"Who made you dress! Is it true that you'll be opening another restaurant!" I ignore the questions as I walk up the long red carpet to the entrance.

All I do is might at the cameras and wave.

"Is that a baby bump!" The press start and I halt.

"Are you pregnant! Who's the father!" The colour drains from face but I carry on smiling and increase my pace towards the entrance.

Once I finally make it inside, I let out a sigh of relief.

The press is brutal, that's for sure. But I did not appreciate them saying I was pregnant. Were they implying that I was fat?

I mean sure I put some weight but that is only because I've been eating one too many burgers.

I walk straight to a waiter who seems to be holding small snacks.

"I'll take three please." I say to the waiter and she lowers the tray for my reach. I grab five of the sweet snack and she gives me a weird look. I return her look with a lifted eyebrow and she smiles before walking away.

I take the first bite and moan as the sweet, chocolatey feeds my taste bites.

"Good, right?" I open my eyes to see a beautiful redhead woman. She smiles at me sweetly and I would do the same but I have a mouth full of chocolate.

I nod to her question and smile tight lipped.

I take another bite of my chocolatey snack and nearly moan in pleasure again.

"So, are you expecting?" She says and I stop in my tracks as I was about to take another bite of the snack.

I clears my throat from the sugar. "Uhm, not that I know of. What-what makes you think that?"

"I'm sorry it's just...you seem to be glowing. And the little bump and not to mention your love for food." She says and I'm a little shocked in how attentive she is.

"I'm not glowing." I chuckle. "And food is my bestie. We love each other. Since high school." I smile and she laughs.

As she was about to say something else, someone interrupts her speech.

"There you are, I was looking for you all over." A man comes and kisses her on the lips. He turns and looks and me and I see him.

Valetino Raheem Princely.

The man that left me naked in bed after a blissful night of sex.

"Hey Valentino." I say with a small smile.

"Harley. You look...good." He says and I nod with an awkward tight lipped smile.

"Oh you two know each other?" The beautiful redhead I'd been talking to says.

"Uhm, yeah. Harley this is my fiancee, Marilyn Payne. Marilyn, this is Harley Snart, a high school mate." He says and I feel little sting in my chest.

"Valen, I know Harley. She's like a huge success with her chain of hotels and restuarants and more. I just didn't know you guys knew each other." She looks at Valentino with love.

It makes me feel guilty to see how in love they are. Clearly Valentino didn't confess about his sins to her, probably why she doesn't hate me right now.

She turns to me with a very warm smile.

"It's an honor to meet you, Harley. Oh and, think about what I said. You might find that you actually are pregnant." She says and walks away leaving me with Valentino.

The air between us is...awkward. No one is throwing insults at the other and we can't seem to maintain eye contact.

"Pregnant, huh?" He breaks the silence and I look up at him.

"Engaged, huh?" I us the same tone as his. "I don't think you mentioned something like that when we fucked. Or before we fucked." My voice sounds angry.

Am I angry? I'm not sure, yet.

"Look, I'm sorry. That night...that night I was drunk and...it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and I don't normally do such. I don't sleep with other woman, not even when I'm drunk."

"Truthfully speaking, it didn't seem like you were drunk. Maybe you're just an unnoticeable drunk person. And you're right, it shouldn't have happened."

Silence fills our space for a moment.

"So are you...are you pregnant?" He asks cautiously.

"I, no-I don't know. I don't think so."

"Do you think you are. Because honestly speaking, it almost seems like you're expecting." He says and I gasp.

"Are you implying that I'm fat you, you steroid eater." That's the best I could do.

"Really? Steroid eater? And no, well sort of. I mean, you look way prettier than I last saw you." He says and I blush.

Blush? Why the fuck am I blushing?

"So tell me. Have you slept with some one else after we..." He clears his throat.

"No, not that I remember. But I honestly don't feel like I'm pregnant. I mean, I haven't had any morning sickness or any of those signs. And my per-" I cut my sentence short as I start to think about my period.

It's been almost two months and I still haven't had my period. It's weird because my periods are never late. They're always on time.

"Oh god." I say under my breath as the though it sinks in.

"What, what's wrong?" Valentino asks seeming worried.

"Uhm, I need to uhm. Bye." I rushed through my clutch for my phone and called my driver.

I rushed to the car, ignoring the gossip thirsty press.

When I got in and let out a sigh.

"Home?" Alfredo, my driver asks and I shake my head.

"Can you take me to the nearest store?" I say and the driver nods and takes me to a Walmart near by.

I walk out of the car and rush into the store straight to the section that us filled with pregnancy tests.

Once I get about three I head to the cash register to pay.

"Missed your perio-" The cashier stops in midsentence when she realises who I am.

"Harley Snart. Holy shit, you're Harley!" She starts excitedly.

"Hey, uhm. Can you please not get other people's attention. I'm already fed up with tonight's press and all." I say and she smiles excitedly and lets me pay for the tests.

"So, you pregnant?" She tries to pry some gossip and I shake my head with a chuckle.

"No. Definitely not me. This is actually for my...friend, my friend back at my penthouse. She's freaking out and so I hear I am." I make up a lie.

"But you're wearing a rather stunning gown to stay in at your house."

"I was actually at the gala when she called. Couldn't leave her there till too late." I say. "Well, Jessica." I read her name tag. "It was really nice meeting you, but I have to go before my friend has a breakdown." I leave without another word.

I get back into the car and Alfredo drives me home.

When I get to the hotel, I head straight to my penthouse and open the pregnancy tests once I'm inside.

I head straight to the bathroom and decide to pee on all three sticks, to have more than one opinion at the end of the two minutes.

After I've peed on the sticks. I place each of them on the counter and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I can't be pregnant. Not with Valentino's baby. Marilyn will kill me for sleeping with her husband and it's not like I can't fight-I know how to kill a bitch-but in this situation I'd be too guilty to actually fight back because I am in the wrong.

Gosh, why do I always have the worst luck?!

I look at the time on my phone. Okay 1 minute to go.

Why is this two minutes taking eternity. It feels like two hours.

I sigh. Gosh I'm a homewrecker. But I don't have to be.

I can always take care of my baby alone. Get a nanny to help around here and there. That's not bad, right? Right?

I look at my boobs in the mirror. Well they certainly have gotten a little bigger. But I can't be pregnant. I can't be.

I just have so much work to get done, with the new restuarant on its way and another hotel coming up. I just can't be pregnant. There's too much to handle at this point.

I look at the time on my phone.

Okay, two minutes is up.

Time for the results.