• He groaned as he felt the after effects of last night. His head pounded, and breath reeked of alcohol. He wasn’t one to drink, but man, last night was a blur. He reached over trying to find the space you used to lay, but found no one. He assumed you were in the bathroom, puking your brains out, but, there was no one when he checked. He felt a rush a loneliness envelop him, he thought you were different from the other flings…

• Last night, you two had met in a bar. A very rich and elegant bar. But you two had still managed to get so drunk you couldn’t remember a thing. He paid for your drinks, and offered you a ride home, but, you ended up going to his place instead. Let’s just say… the activities that occurred were vigorous.

• L, ended up tracking you down, which wasn’t so hard, because apparently you were a very popular model, and actor. He found your public number, and sent a lengthy paragraph..

• “Hey, I wanted to reach out and see how you’re doing. I was surprised when you left before I woke up, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. If you’re open to it, I’d love to catch up and see where things go from here. Hope you remember me, I see your a model, also never knew. Sorry if I was a bit of a social refugee I’m not good in relationships, but I felt something with you. Reach out?”

• You seen the message and ignored it, there was only one problem.. you were pregnant..

-The media soon realized that..and L knew it was his. He knew because you ignored him no matter what, it was clear you didn’t want to be in his life, but he wanted his kid in his. Screw you, he just wanted to know his son, or daughter.

-A loud knock rang throughout your mansion, you answered it only to find L..

“We need to talk, we can talk here, my place, or somewhere else, but we need too.”

-Shit, do you agree?