What are you doing here?

Larisa's pov

I let my phone ring, and the call ended. I knew he would call back almost immediately, and within a few seconds, my phone rang again. What should I say to him? Deep down, I felt furious, but I decided to answer the call.

"Hello..." For the first time we spoke, I chose not to use any endearing term.

"What's going on, Larisa?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed like he thought he was talking to a clueless little girl.

"Hello, Larisa," he said when he didn't hear my voice. "You don't sound like yourself. What's happening? I'm confused. What did I do?"

"Who told Taylor that I'm pregnant?" I asked.

"I never told Taylor. In fact, we haven't spoken in the past four days. Why would I tell him when you didn't ask me to?"

"Dylan, please listen to me. Your reaction when I told you about my pregnancy made it clear that you told him. I don't want to argue. I answered your call so you would stop calling me. Please don't call me again." I ended the call. As s