Chapter 9: I'm pregnant!

*TWO WEEKS LATER*

Ashley's POV

The hotel building greeted me as I stepped inside.

The first few days after my incident with Tristan were nerve-racking. I lived under the constant fear that I would bump into him again and make sure that I had been fired.

Recently, I have become calmer. I switched some shifts with some other maid so there was almost a guarantee that I wouldn't serve him again. He had his private elevator to the presidential suite. Adding up all my chances, the possibility of seeing him again had been boiled down to a zero. Which led me to say that I think I might have gotten away with it.

I stepped into the breakroom.

"Why are you so happy today?" Ivy asked.

"It's a beautiful day," I answered with a smile. "I have a feeling that good things are going to happen." I continued.

"Well, I hope you win the lotto and become a millionaire. That way we can both stop working in this place." She answered.

Marcus walked in, giving out the instructions for the day.

"Ashley, I need you to clean up the suite in room 346. We have some guests coming in today." Marcus instructed.

I nodded.

"Ivy, I need you to go to Maddison's room." Marcus continued.

Ivy sighed.

I didn't get stuck with Maddison again, maybe today was a good day for me.

These days Maddison has become worse, especially with the rumours going around that she and Tristan are officially in a relationship, she already thinks she owns the place.

The room slowly cleared as everyone went on to do their tasks.

I stepped into the elevator. I noticed Maddison walk in my direction, wearing a thick black coat and sunglasses.

"Tristan!" Maddison called out.

I looked up as the elevator doors started to close.

Why was she calling him, he wasn't even anywhere in sight. Maybe she was talking to him on a call.

A hand stopped the doors from closing as a man rushed in. He bumped into me causing me to fall off my feet. His hands reached me just before I hit the ground, holding me into place.

It took me a moment to register before I looked up.

It was him, Tristan Montenegro.

I quickly gathered myself up to my feet before he could further recognize it was me. I pulled away from his arms and stood in the corner, looking away from him.

I pressed the button to the nearest floor.

"I'm sorry about that Miss," He spoke.

I kept my head bowed as my hair hung on the sides of my face.

I noticed as he leaned over to my side. I panicked, maybe he wanted to see my face and discover my lie. I tried my best to turn away from him.

His hand reached for the elevator buttons, pressing the button to the top floor before he leaned away and moved to his side.

I was safe. At least for now.

I quickly stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened.

Once the elevator doors had closed, I breathed heavily as if I had just run a marathon. I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breath.

For a moment I considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator, that way I wouldn't risk seeing him again. But even I knew it was madness for me to walk up thirty flights of stairs.

I pressed the button waiting for the elevator.

Even in the elevator, I felt I wasn't safe. One thing was clear, there was no escaping him, I just needed to hope for the best.

I stepped into the hotel room.

There was much to be done here, most parts of the suite had already been cleaned. It was just the usual changing of bedsheets and putting new towels in the rooms. Everything else had been set.

Within two hours, I had completed all my tasks.

Before stepping out of the suite, I peeked to see if Tristan was anywhere in sight. My paranoia was taking me to new heights. What would he even be doing here on this floor?

I went to the break room for some tea. It wasn't every day that I didn't have as many tasks to do. I know I had some rooms to clean later on but those too didn't have any guests.

My shadow stepped into the room; Marcus arrived. I have no idea why we keep bumping into each other considering how big this hotel is.

"Seeing that your friend still isn't done, why don't you go and help her out," Marcus suggested.

I sighed getting off my feet.

I arrived at Maddison's suite; Ivy was busy cleaning up the living room while Maddison paced the room.

"I need to put my clothes in the closet," Maddison instructed pointing at the seven bags. I have no idea where she expected me to put those clothes, last I checked there was no space left. The walk-in closets were huge, but she was the first guest to fill them up to the brim.

I carried the bags to her walk-in closet.

After rearranging some things and pushing others close together, I smiled at the final product, happy with my organizational skills. I didn't think that I would be able to make all these clothes fit.

Maddison stepped into the room speaking on the phone.

"I knew what I'm doing mom," Maddison answered.

She walked to the closet, searching for an outfit.

Instead of searching through the closet like a normal person, I watched as she pulled the clothes off the hangar and pilled them onto the floor, she didn't even want to wear those clothes.

I couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief.

"Everyone knows powerful men like him just want some dumb bimbo he can parade around as his trophy wife. That's why I did what I had to do, know it looks like I have to move on to something smarter, give them a little taste of the real Maddison Riley.

She finally pulled out the jacket that she wanted.

"You should have seen her mother; the old woman is unbearable. I think she is going to be a problem; I need to deal with her quickly before she becomes a problem." She spoke.

With the way she sounded on the phone, I'd hate to become her enemy.

"I need this plan to work before everyone finds out that our family is going bankrupt," Maddison whispered.

She turned towards me to see if I was listening, I quickly turned away and pretended as if I had been fixing the flowers.

"I have to go now," She answered.

She hung up the phone.

"I need you to put all these clothes back in my closet," She instructed pointing at the pile of clothes she had created.

She pulled off the coat she was wearing and dumped it on the pile.

She walked out of the room, pulling on her jacket.

Ivy walked in minutes after Maddison left.

I sighed before starting with the pile of clothes.

"Promise me that if you ever become rich you will never be that unbearable," Ivy spoke.

"I still can't wrap my head around how her parents would have possibly screwed her up this badly for her to be this way," I answered.

"Probably like most rich people, her parents never had any time for her, and she was raised by her nannies," Ivy concluded.

Ivy helped me out with the pile. By the time we had finished will all the clothes along with the other chores we had to do, it was nearly time for us to clock out.

Ivy and I stepped out of Maddison's suite as my feet ached.

"I can't believe we still have to stand in the bus after this. I'm pretty sure we can both agree that it's time at least one of us gets a rich boyfriend." Ivy spoke.

"I'm counting on you for that, I have terrible luck at love," I answered dragging my feet.

"That is only because you turn down every guy who does anything as much as even smile at you." She answered.

We waited for the elevator.

"Ashly," Marcus stooped me in my tracks.

I turned around.

"Before you clock out, I need you to take the boss's tuxedo. It's been at the dry cleaner, and I need you to deliver it." He instructed.

My heart throbbed threatening to make its way out of my chest, I knew which boss he was referring to. Wasn't the incident I had with him earlier on enough? Now I was sure that Marcus had it out against me.

Ivy and I stepped into the elevator.

"I'd offer to go in your place, but you know what happens when Marcus finds out we don't listen to instructions," Ivy spoke.

We first went to our lockers where Ivy handed me her black scarf. I looked in the mirror as I placed it around my head.

"I don't have any glasses," Ivy spoke.

"It's fine, I'll just make sure he doesn't see my face," I answered.

Next, Ivy accompanied me to the laundry room.

"New look?" Mara asked as she handed me Tristan's tuxedo.

"She found a new boyfriend; she is thinking about converting," Ivy answered.

I carried the tuxedo carefully and stepped out of the laundry room and walked to the elevator.

His penthouse seemed quiet. I tried to be as quiet as possible with my footsteps.

I walked to the bedroom to find him there speaking on the phone.

He pointed for me to put the tuxedo on his bed.

I did so, making sure to keep my head down.

I placed his tuxedo on the bed and then turned to leave.

As I stepped out, the scarf got hooked along the crystals of the nightstand.

I hadn't noticed, I continued walking causing the scarf to fall off and leaving me completely exposed.

I stood there panic-stricken; I covered the side of my face with my hand.

I kneed down to keep up my scarf but Tristan bit me to it.

"Here you go," He spoke handing me the scarf.

That's when we made eye contact, his eyes locking with mine.

I stood there unable to react.

"You," Tristan whispered as his reaction mirrored mine.

I quickly stood to my feet and turned away from him.

He looked away for a second, hanging up the call.

"Didn't I fire you?" He spoke

I shook my head, turning away from him.

I took steps back, and in just two steps my back was against the wall.

"You are confusing me for someone else sir," I whispered staring at the floor.

"I recognize that voice, you are also the one who stepped into my apartment the other day, with the sunglasses. Did you really think you could fool me?" He spoke.

He stepped closer towards me, before I realized, we were only inches apart.

I turned to my side to leave but he quickly closed the door, putting his hands on my side and locking me in that position.

Should I be scared, why was he closing the door?

"What does a guy have to do to get rid of you?" He whispered.

My heart raced, I didn't know if it was because of our sudden closeness or if it was that he had just busted me from my disguise.

"I told you to leave nicely but you refused to. Now I'm just going to do things the hard way. I'll personally walk you out of this hotel along with the security guards, you can explain

"Please sir," I pleaded.

He pulled his arms away.

"You didn't want to do things the easy way, now you have to face the humiliation. I'll be happy to inform your future employer what other extracurricular activities you are into. You'll never be able to find a job again." He spoke.

"Please," I continued to beg. Tears must have been streaming down my face.

This time I was ready to walk away from this job if I had to, but I wasn't ready to face all that.

"I'm calling security," He informed me.

He dialed a number on his phone as he listened to the ring.

What was I going to do? How would my mother react if she found out about this, I would never be able to face anyone.

"I'm pregnant," I yelled out.

"I don't care, congratulations to you and whatever loser that got you pregnant." He answered as he continued to listen to the ring.

"You are the father," I yelled out. The words slipped out by mistake.

"What?" He looked at me dumbfounded. Slowly pulling the phone away from his ear.

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