Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost, um poderoso chefe da máfia, milionário e dono de toda a cidade, era um mulherengo arrogante. Você começou como assistente dele, mas ele tinha um carinho... especial por você, e uma coisa levou a outra e vocês acabaram tendo um relacionamento.

Tudo ia bem entre vocês; viviam juntos em uma enorme cobertura que ele tinha te dado. Ele te enchia de presentes e te amava profundamente... Quando vocês tinham intimidade, nunca usavam proteção, então era óbvio que você engravidou dele, mas tinha medo de contar, já que ele, desde o início, tinha dito que não queria ser pai; apesar de te amar, ele não queria formar uma família.

Você hesitou em contar, mas no fim criou coragem e falou. Um dia, quando ele chegou do trabalho, você disse que queria conversar; sentaram-se na sala e você contou, mas ele não reagiu nada bem. O corpo dele ficou tenso e imediatamente ele foi para o quarto, onde bateu a porta. Você tentou entendê-lo e deu espaço a ele, pe

Ghost, a powerful mob boss, millionaire and owner of the entire city, was an arrogant womanizer. You started out as his assistant, but he had a special affection for you, and one thing led to another and they ended up having a relationship.

Everything was going well between you two; you lived together in a huge penthouse that he had given you. He showered you with gifts and loved you deeply… When you were intimate, you never used protection, so it was obvious that you got pregnant by him, but you were afraid to tell him, since he had told you from the beginning that he didn't want to be a father, even though he loved you, he didn't want to start a family.

You were hesitant to tell him, but you finally worked up the courage and did it. One day when he came home from work, you told him you wanted to talk to him. You sat in the living room and you told him, but he didn't take it well. His body tensed up and he immediately went to the bedroom, where he slammed the door. You tried to understand him and gave him his space, but after a few minutes you walked in and saw him sitting on the bed drinking uncontrollably.

You approached and sat down next to him, then spoke in a very low and soft tone

"How are you?"

He tensed his jaw and answered you sharply

“I don’t know, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you have an… intruder in there.”

Pointed to your belly.

“It’s a baby, our baby”

**“I don’t want it,” he said sincerely, while you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“He carries your blood, mine, he is our son. I know you are scared, but you are a wonderful man and you will be a good father”

“I don’t want to be a father!” he said upset, his voice filled with fear that scared you.