"Miss Levy." Hails Jeremy's driver greets me as I walk towards him. He's standing beside Jeremy's black SUV, the same I'd notice earlier in his garage.
"Hi."
He smiles. "Please," he holds the backseat door out for me and I get in.
The car ride is awkward and is only saved by the light music playing on the radio.
I mean, what do you say to the very same man who'd come to pick you up as a prostitute for his employer?
I glance out of the window to avoid his gaze through the review mirror and I think he is embarrassed too. His eyes are focused mainly on the road.
He drives us into the other side of the city and we found ourselves next to tall apartment buildings.
He drives into one of the building's parking lot and stops. I'm about to get out when he opens the door for me.
"Thank you," I finally meet his eyes.
He seems genuine. "My pleasure."
He then walks us to the elevator, he puts some code and it pings open.
Once inside, we ride to the very top of the building and I'm guessing we are going to one of Jeremy's apartment.
My guess is correct when we find ourselves in a foyer of a penthouse. Hails dabs in some code and the door opens to reveal the interior.
He walks me across the hallway and I have a sense that Jeremy likes abstract art because they're everywhere in his homes.
I find myself inside a living area. The first thing I spot is white tiles and a white huge u-shaped couch and on the couch sits Jeremy with his legs crossed and both arms of the back of the couch.
He's not alone. The other side of the crouch is a small frail woman who sits with both arms clutching her bag on her lap. Her posture makes me think she wants to make herself as small as possible in this huge living area.
She wears glasses which frame her blue eyes and she has her black hair tied back. Her clothes are business-like and she rarely casts her eyes on Jeremy whose attention is full on her.
Once Jeremy sees me, he springs into motion. He stands with a huge grin on his face.
"Hi." I greet him.
He only grins when he reaches me. He takes my face in his hands and then he kisses me instantly. Warmth and lust are soon swirling in my body.
"Hi," he says.
Then he looks behind me, "Thank you Hails." He dismisses him.
He turns to me, his eyes gleaming.
"How was your day?" He asks. "I hope you weren't in too much trouble."
"No, not at all, I think me being late had soon been forgotten once everyone had seen you." I tell him with a smile on my face.
He smirks, "What can I say, it's only the looks."
"Jeremy," I scold but I'm grinning.
He laughs and he kisses me chastely before releasing me.
"I want you to meet someone." He turns back to the woman.
She has been watching our public display of affection with a passive interest and there's slightly gleam in her eyes as she gazes at me.
I blush instantly.
"Leyla this Dr. Mason, Dr. Mason, Leyla," He introduces us.
My eyebrows pique up. She is a doctor?
"Hello." I offer my hands.
She smiles at me, "Please just call me Angela." She shakes my hand. And I take notice how tight her grip is.
Jeremy smiles at me knowingly, "She is the obgyn."
My eyes bulge at him and then at her.
He actually called an obygn like he had said.
"Or Gynaecologist as some people might prefer." She shrugs.
I'm speechless. Jeremy turns me to him, he's trying to gauge my reaction and I don't really know how my reaction appears like to him.
"It'll be fine." He tells me his thumb stroking my lips.
I sigh inwardly accepting this fate. He must've have paid her a sum to have here privately.
"Okay?" he asks me.
I nod.
"I'll leave you ladies to it then," he turns to Angela and then he leaves us.
I turn to her and she has determined look as if she's ready for business.
"Let's get to it then." She says as she places her bag down.
"I'll start by inquisition first to get to know you and your body."
"Um...Okay." I smile at her.
"Jeremy has told me your name, age and everything, so I won't get to that."
I nod furtively.
"When was the last time you visited the hospital?" She asks immediately once we are sat on the couch.
"A long time ago...when I was eight maybe. It was only in emergency when I had broken a knee."
"Have you taken any serious medication recently and are you allergic to anything?"
"No for both."
"How long have you been sexually active?" She stares intently at me.
I shift uncomfortably for a moment, "Only since Friday."
"And have you used any contraceptive pills or been injected with before?"
I shake my head.
"Have you used condoms in all your activities?"
"Um...yes...well...oh one time yesterday we didn't." I frown slightly.
"Hmmm, if you aren't certain then we need to run some tests first just to be sure,"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Pregnancy test, it might not be effective since it's only been four days," she moves to her bag and takes out the pregnancy pack.
I hesitate as fear slowly tunes in my body. I'm not pregnant.
"This is a very effectively pregnancy test that tells you when you've ovulated and been fertilised. You do know how to use this right?"
"Yes." I answer her stoically.
It's only been four days it might not be effective... her words run through my head.
Yes it's only been four days and we have used condoms in all our activities except for the bathroom incident.
I go to the bathroom to pee on the stick and once I'm done I return to her.
I place the stick on top of the paper towel on the table and we wait.
I'm not pregnant. I can't be. It's only been yesterday... but does that mean yesterday may impact later?