"Um, hello" I say into the speaker of my phone as I answer a call from an unsaved number
"Good Afternoon, Ms. Hart" a female voice greets
I clear my throat quietly
"Good Afternoon" I try to be equally formal in tone
I want to ask who am speaking to but decide against it. Whoever it is.. he'll probably tell me anyway.
"I'm Andrea, secretary to Mr. Trevalyan" she says curtly. Trevalyan? Where have I heard that name before. Before I have a chance to give it more thought though, she continues "Mr. Trevalyan would like to set an appointment to meet with you, when will you be available?"
Who the heck is Mr. Trevalyan.I've heard that name before somewhere..I just can't remember where.
Think, Liv, Think.
And then it dawns on me. It's Anthony Trevalyan. It's the douche who knocked me up.
Rage flows through me like lava.
"Ms. Hart?" The lady spoke again.
"Listen lady tell your boss that I don't ever want to see him, he should stay the f**k away from us and never try to reach us again" I hiss, my tone one that dares her to utter another word.
As expected she hangs up immediately.
I make it a point to block the number. He doesn't want the child, why the hell won't he just let me be¿
My phone buzzes again
Ugh! Another unknown number. It's probably another secretary or office telephone or something.
What the f**k does he want?
"What?!" I snap into the receiver.
"Hey, is this a bad time?" I hear a familiar voice say
"No, Chris, it's not, what's up?" I sigh.
Christian's my brother's best friend, he was supposed to be in the room with me that night...but unfortunately I ended up with that jerk bag.
The height of my misfortune.
"Um..I can't help but feel a bit guilty about what happened" he mutters guiltily
Oh no! Not this again
"Christian, let me stop you right there. Don't feel guilty, it wasn't your fault and besides I'm having a baby not some deadly monster or anything. It's a blessing not a curse" I scold
"I know but.." He starts again but I cut him off
"Look, if you want to make it up to me, pick me up in 15 minutes and let's go have some fun" I offer with a broad smile knowing he'll accept
"The answer is always food with you" He laughs, this warm and hearty sound I've grown accustomed to.
I shrug even though he can't see me "so..see you then¿"
And now I have to go get ready.
I tug on matchstick jeans and ballet flats. I wrap a Hally-blue silk scarf around my waist, up over my torso, then tie the ends behind my neck to fashion a halter-style blouse.
Yup, I watch a lot of fashion hack YouTube videos, might as well put it to use.
That was fast. Chris is never punctual. I think I like guilty Christian already.
"Coming" I yell as I grab my small purse off my bed, throw in my phone and sprint down the stairs.
"That was..." I'm silenced by the unfamiliar eyes set on mine as I open the door.
"Ms. Hart?" A middle aged man asks, he looks around dad's age. His eyes lit up in a broad smile.
I nod slowly, trying to figure out how he knows me and what he wants.
"It's nice to finally meet you, I'm James" he extends his hand which I shake firmly.
Oh, so he doesn't know me?
"Um.." I start, wanting to voice my confusion but he cuts me off.
"It seems like you didn't want to see me though. You've rejected every one of my invitations" he frowns
"Um..I don't.." I pause, not wanting to hurt his feelings "I don't know you"
He frowns again, and for some reason the sight makes me frown too.
"James Trevalyan?" He looks at me in surprise
He's the Mr. Trevalyan?
But that a*****e, his name is Trevalyan too right?
"You surely know my son though" he states, recovering from his surprised state
His son?That jerk bag is his son!
He watches me like a hawk as I stare blankly at him
"Anthony" he continues
So it's confirmed then, the a*****e is his son.
"Oh, yeah" he's the a*s that knocked me up then acted like a jerk about it, no big deal
He looks relieved as he states "if I'm correct, you're pregnant with his child?"
"Yes" I smile as sweetly as I can manage "but he doesn't want it and I'm cool with that"
He opens his mouth to say something but I interject when I spot Chris in the corner of my eye "Hey, Chris, what took you so long?"
He gives me a look that says'who's this¿' and I just shrug it off
"Christian" I start an introduction as soon as Chris reaches us "this is Mr. Trevalyan"
Chris stills immediately "um..Trevalyan?" He asks wide eyed
"Yeah, James Trevalyan, father of Anthony Trevalyan" I clarify and he visibly relaxes
"Mr. Trevalyan, Christian, my boyfriend" I say waving between them.
My gaze shifts to Chris and he's staring wide eyed at me but he soon recovers, coming over to stand right by my side.
Chris and I nod simultaneously.
"Well, Ms. Hart.." He starts but I interrupt
"Very well, Olivia, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you seeing as you're pregnant with my grand child" he says, all businesslike all of a sudden
"Oh well, we were on our way out but I'll make an appointment with your secretary" I say, uncertain of anything I'm saying
"Good, enjoy your day" he turns to leave.
"Um..Mr. Trevalyan?" I call
"Hmm" he hums, prompting me to go on
"Just to be clear, Anthony" I say shakily, even the thought of that douche annoys me "..still doesn't want the child, right?"
"That's one of the things we'll talk about during our meeting, good bye, Ms. Hart" he says politely and strolls elegantly away.
I was annoyed that he rejected my child before but now I don't want to imagine a situation that he accepts him...or her
I don't want my child to associate with such bad company.
Even if the bad company is his or her very own father.
"Do you guys think I should really make an appointment?" I ask my brother and his best friend warily."Yeah, you should, see what he wants and get this over with" Chris says dryly."What do you think he want though?" Liam asks and both Chris and I shrug in response."He did say you were going to talk about whether Tony wants his child or not" Chris chips in with a wary shrug."Um..correction, MY child" I scold, putting emphasis on the MYHe raises his hand in mock surrender "yeah, yours"Make the call, Liv" Liam urges and Chris nods.And that's my cue"Chris, by the way, whose number did you call me with?" I wonder aloud, idly"Ms. Hart?" She picks up, her tone one of surprise"Yes, Andrea, I'd like to make an appointment with your boss now" I say dryly"Oh alright, what time would you prefer?" she asks, trying and failing to hide her shaky voice from her last callShe's obviously still smarting from our l
It's 9:56am when I finally find the Trevalyan Enterprise . At this point, I can't be more grateful for the existence of G****e Map. I hand my car keys to the parking valet, a fine young man with a pretty attractive smile. Walking in to the building, I'm met with rude blonde at the receptionist who calls up Andrea. Andrea is a red-haired super-professional, polite young lady. She leads me up to the very last floor. My nerves suddenly kick in. "Mr. Trevalyan. Ms. Hart has arrived" Andrea says professionally as she pokes her head through a stylish wooden brown door with a tag 'J. Trevalyan' Few seconds later, she's ushering me through the door "Ms. Hart" Mr. Trevalyan beams at me with a subtle smile from behind his work desk. His office is very well decorated. There are only a few details but that's what makes it so nice. The walls are painted white with a few paintings I recognize to be Picasso's. "H
"Liam, I'm getting married" I call casually from the kitchen."Alright, baby sis. To who¿" he calls back, blankly. He probably thinks this is a joke.Who wouldn't? 'I'm getting married' isn't something people just throw around."Anthony Trevalyan"Just that name and the TV turns blank as he strides into the kitchen with a 'stop joking with the devil, Missy' look."Say that again" he murmurs"Anthony" I shrug and look away"What the f**k are you saying, Liv?" he says with gritted teeth.My brother loathes the man.And so do I. But now I have to get married to him."That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I say slowly"Where the f**k did this come from?" he breathes out in exasperation. His hands running through his hair. "What did the old man tell you?""That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I murmur quietly"Why would you do that?" his voice is a lot more quiet and I know he's trying to
I'm dressed in a long, grey halter neck dress. My housemate, Stella, slept over at some Frat house so I have the apartment all to myself. Stella styled my hair yesterday before she left so I just have to make sure it stays that way. Against my better judgement, I decide on some make up. I stroll into Stella's room and right to her dressing table. I really should get make up of my own but I almost never use it, mostly because it makes my face itch but also because I'm too lazy most of the time. I dab on some foundation- much too little, in hopes to reduce the itching. Powder up my face with Stella's fluffy powder brush, then I opt for a nude, almost unnoticeable eye shadow. Then, with the eye liner, I gradually stroke a line from one corner of my eye to the other and repeat the process for the other side. I groom my brows and fill them with an eyebrow pencil then apply a coat of mascara on my lashes.
It's Saturday. 3 days after my graduation and it's my wedding.Well, fake wedding.I stare at the big, white box delivered this morning that holds my 'wedding dress'.I tear my gaze away from the box and make my way into the bathroom.Taking my time in the bathroom, it's 9:20 by the time I return.The sound of my hair drier soon fills the room.Soon enough, my hair is dry and I gently massage my scalp with my hair cream.Then I head for the white box, excitement bubbling in me.I'm irritated by how excited I am for this dress.Opening it up, I find a really beautiful, silk dress that probably costs a fortune but one glance and I know I'm not wearing that.It's pretty and all but, it's too revealing and I'm pregnant. I can't wear that.'Trust the Trevalyan's to totally f**k this up' I snort"Now I'm talking to myself" I raise my hands in exasperationGoing through every potential wedding dress replacement i
"How was that?" I ask, turning to face Anthony with a shit-eating grin plastered on my lips.Why the heck am I joyed so over-joyed?Surprisingly though, he grins right back "Not bad for a girl"Maybe it won't be total hell living with this guy for a few months after all"A girl? What's that supposed to mean?" I try to frown but fail miserably"Oh nothing" he raises his hand in a 'surrender' gesture"Good. Thought I'd be having your head for my first meal"He chuckles, a light, quiet one laced with amusement "I see I've married a feisty soul""Oh, trust me you don't know yet"He makes no move to leave so I hop out first and turn in the direction of the house but I freeze on the spot as the house comes into full view.It's not a house. Mansion hardly describes it. Palace comes close. It is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass. It's unapologetically modern.The sides are polished
"Dad says to give you this" Anthony says in his usual impassive tone as he stretches a brand new IPhone 12 towards me.The phone pack glitters in my eyes and the imaginary sound of a magic wand in a fairy tale movie fills my ears.Tempting as it is though, I have to decline. I will not allow myself to be indebted to these people in any way."No" I say simply and go back to scrolling through my Instagram feed on my iPhone 8.I glance up just in time to see his impassive look morph into one of confusion."What do you mean 'no'?" He mutters, his look and tone impassive once again."Mr. Trevelyan, I'm sure you're not dumb. The word 'no' can be defined as an act or instance of denying or refusing. It is a negative vote or decision. What don't you understand, Sir?" I blink up at him with an innocent smile playing on my lips.He's not the playful guy I met the day I married him. As the days went by he's morphed into something humourless, with
I stumble my way through the front door at exactly 12:23 am.I'm so tired.If there's one thing I'm glad about...it's that I don't have to see Violet or Anthony this night.Ugh...they annoy me when they're together."Seriously¿ A Club?" A deep, authoritative voice resonates through the room as I step into the living room.I freeze in my spot, startled greatly by how calm yet fear-inspiring the voice is.Recovering from my state, I turn slowly to the direction of the voice."Hi" I breathe, because honestly the expression on Anthony's face has me shitting myself on the inside."What kind of married, heavily pregnant woman goes to a club?" He growlsHe makes me feel like a child caught stealing candy."I'm not heavily pregnant" I whisper."You're married. What will others think of you?" He says through gritted teeth.In a moment of confience, I square my shoulders and scoff at him "You're married and you go arou