Molten Chocolate - S01 E42

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Molten Chocolate - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

Evan's POV

I was sitting in my office and staring at the picture of my parents' wedding. Emily and I were still babies but I was such a chubby one.

I wonder what it would be like to actually become a father.

My office phone rang and removed the thought from my mind.

"Evan Hollen," I answered.

"Mr. Hollen, I have a Miss Blackman here to see you," my secretary said from her end.

My heart skipped a beat. Jasmine?

"Jasmine?" I asked her.

"No. She said her name is Zenia Blackman. The little sister."

"Send her in."

Why is Zenia here?

Sitting up in my chair and straightening my suit, I watched Zenia come through the door. She walked up to my desk slowly while gazing around the room.

"Good morning," I greeted her.

Her eyes landed on me now. "Good morning," she answered back.

"How can I help you?" I asked her.

"There's something you have to know before it's too late," she said.

My eyebrows creased in confusion and a smirk came on my lips as I shook my head. "What did your sister put you up to?" I asked her, turning my attention to the computer to check my emails. I was a very busy man and I had absolutely no time for games.

"Jasmine doesn't even know I'm here. I've gone behind her back being here and telling you this."

"Telling me what, Zenia?"

"Mr. Hollen, you should talk to Jasmine because I think she should be the one to tell you. My sister misses you dearly but you're turning a deaf ear to her. You're lacking rationality?"

I looked back at her. She was sitting in the chair opposite me, locking her eyes dangerously at me like if she wanted to murder me.

"It's compassion, love and trusting people again I lack. Your sister embarrassed me in front of the entire company.

Why don't you just cut to the chase and say what you really came here to say because I doubt you came all this way to beg on the behalf of your sister."

"Jasmine is over one month pregnant and she's thinking about having an abortion."

"WAIT! WHAT?!"

It was the fastest I had ever driven to someone's place. It was a wonder that I wasn't pulled over by a police officer for a speeding ticket. I pulled onto the pavement outside Jasmine's apartment. I got out of my car at lightening speed and ran up the steps to her front door.

"I'll tell her that you're here," Zenia said behind me.

She was in the car with me the entire ride there but, somehow, I felt like I was alone. My mind had drifted to whole other universe.

She moved past me, inserted her key into the door lock, and went inside. I stood there, controlling myself with a breathing exercise. I heard scuffling noises inside the apartment, like someone was trying to run away quickly from the living room.

"HE'S OUTSIDE!" I heard Zenia's voice.

I pushed the door in and walked into the apartment.

Jasmine was standing against a door which I assumed was her bedroom door.

"Jasmine, come here," I told her, gesturing with my hand for her to come to me. I looked around for her mother so I could greet, and meet, her, but there wasn't an elder woman in sight.

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She must be out.

Jasmine walked over slowly. Her hands covered her stomach and she held her head down like a child who just got disciplined.

"I'd like to talk to you outside in the car," I said as she got in front of me. I turned on my heel and walked out of the apartment, glancing over my shoulder every second, making certain she was following me.

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Jasmine's POV

He opened the car door on the passenger's side and I got in without saying a word.

I can't believe Zenia snitched on me!

I watched as he came around on the driver's side and slid into the seat. He started car and turned on the AC units. He was looking straight ahead through the windshield while he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Are you pregnant?" he finally asked.

"Yes," I answered. My voice was like a whisper. I was scared and panicked thinking of what he might say to me.

"Is there a possibility that someone else could be the father?" he asked and I knew exactly what, and who, he was referring to.

"No," I answered, truthfully. "I've never been sexually involved with anyone apart from you," I added in quickly.

His eyes remained ahead.

"But I've been looking at other options that I could have," I said to quell the unfriendly tension between us.

"What other options?" he asked sharply, turning to me now, and rocking fear to my core. His eyes had already gone into an eclipse.

"I've been looking up on an adoption agency and/or an abortion and even--" I began to explain.

He cut me off. "Jasmine, what's the name of that drug you've been taking?" he asked me, tilting my head towards his face.

His touch made me shiver all over again and I hated myself for allowing such feeling to happen in his presence. Evan Hollen would always have an effect on me.

"Drug?" I asked confused.

His dark eyes scanned my entire body.

"Well you have to be taking something in order for you to be speaking like someone without any sense."

"Evan, I was only exploring options."

"Well then STOP exploring damn options!" he yelled, causing me to leap with fright.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to yell," he quickly apologized after seeing I was frightened by his tone of voice.

"I don't think this baby is coming at the right time. We've already parted ways and are moving on in life. I just want my life back, Evan. I'm strongly leaning to an abortion," I said. I wiped the sweat from my hands on my jeans. I was nervous as a sinner in church.

Evan adjusted himself on the car seat so that he was facing me undivided. "Do you realize you're sitting in MY car, carrying MY child, yet you're talking some bullshit about abortion and or adoption?

"Jasmine, do you think I'm one of those deadbeat dads out there looking for the easy way out? Hell would have to freeze over before you give my kid up for adoption, and you'll be having an abortion over my dead body!"

I froze.

I found myself looking at him and admiring the man I couldn't seem to get over. It was like, every time I saw him, he became more handsome. He had grown a clean beard, which complimented his face and made him look more mature. Just when I thought he couldn't get any more handsome, he just had to go mouth watering on a woman.

"I just got an idea," he said, shaking me from my trance. "Pack your things."

"Pack my things?" I repeated, wondering if I had heard him correctly.

"You're moving into my mansion."

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