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She had tried to get me to have sex with her, but I was too drunk. After several failed attempts of trying to get me hard, we eventually stopped and went to sleep. And before that night, it had been many weeks since we were sexually active with each other. So, whatever game she was playing, I wasn't going to fall for it.
I simply was not the father of the child she said she was carrying.
Knowing that, and armed with the information my attorney had sent me, I waited patiently for her to show up. She came into the restaurant twenty minutes late. I watched her as she made her way to where I sat, her tummy already bulging out a little, but it didn't affect her amazing figure.
Lauren was a twenty-eight-year-old lingerie model with, obviously, an amazing body. She went to the gym every single day; it had been one thing we had in common, but that just wasn't enough.
She was smart, beautiful, and had great charisma. I met her at a fundraiser, and we had hit it off nicely. She was a fun character, but two months into the relationship, I realized she had no goal of improving herself, all she wanted was a man that would pay for and cater to all her needs without her having to lift a finger other than give him sex.
A few weeks into our dating, she started to make comments about “when we get married” and such. I didn't care about how much she made me spend on her, but I soon realized that I wasn't into having her as a life partner. Not any kind of partner anymore.
The sex had been the only thing keeping me interested in her for a while by then, but I soon broke up with her, cut her off, and had hoped never to see her again.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to meet up with someone." She apologized as she sat.
"It's okay. Hope you're good?" I asked.
"Yes, just a bit heavier than I used to be." She chuckled. "So, have you finally decided to do what's right?"
"What is right?" I asked confusedly.
"Accepting me and our unborn child. Taking care of us both. Marrying me."
"Oh, that!" I smiled and waved it off with a hand gesture. "I have put a lot of thought into what you told me, and here is what we're going to do." I looked at Lauren. She leaned toward me, her face full of greedy anticipation.
I explained, "I want a DNA test to prove that I am the biological father of the child you're carrying. Once that is proven undeniably, then we can discuss how to proceed."
Lauren's jaw dropped. It was obviously not what she had anticipated I would say. "How dare you ask for a DNA test!" She almost yelled, right there in the restaurant. "What kind of woman do you take me for?" Her anger was visible.
I’mnotfalling for it, Lauren. Nice try, but no cigar.
"This has nothing to do with what I think or don't think about you. You say the child is mine; it should be no problem for you to have a DNA test," I repeated calmly.
"I will not stand for such accusations! I will sue you." Her voice was still loud.
"Lauren, you and I know very well that the court will rule in my favor. In fact, without that DNA test, you don't have a leg to stand on in court. You know this. What I am asking for is quite simple, and totally logical, given that we have no relationship," I reminded her.
I could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and she had begun to stutter. Her actions made me feel even calmer; her reluctance to get a paternity test only proved that she was lying about the child being mine.
"Y-y-you can't seriously ask me to do a test this soon? There's no way to determine that right now," she said, trying to make excuses.
Everything led me to become surer of the fact that the child wasn't mine. She had gotten knocked up by someone who didn't fit her dreams of a wealthy lifestyle, and she wanted to pin it on me.
She should know better. I'm not one to fall into her trap.
"You should be around the last week of your first trimester by now, right? You can technically already get a test done. But I’ll give you some time. By the third week of your second trimester, I expect to hear from you. If I don't, I'll assume from your silence that I'm not the father of your child."
With that, I stood up and left her in the restaurant.
I had done what I had in mind. Her reaction said everything: The child wasn't mine. If she was certain of me being the father, a paternity test wouldn't have caused her such alarm.
With Lauren out of the way, I knew what my next move was: I could go to Lindsey without any fear.
I had made up my mind to explain everything to Lindsey regardless of whether she asked. I was going to tell her about my relationship with Lauren.
I was going to tell her more than that.
Chapter 26
