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Chapter 2

"WHAT?!?" Nick shouted as he stood up from the couch.

"You heard me! Marry me!" Paradise said as she, too, stood up.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm pretty sane!"

"Why would I marry you?"

"Because your career rests in my hands."

"Excuse me?"

"That's right! You obviously don't remember me so let me refresh your memory! You," Paradise pointed at Nick, "are the father of my baby and there is no way in hell that I am going to have this baby out of wedlok!"

"You're kidding right? Do you expect me to believe you? Do you know how many people want me to be the father of their babies? How many people want to marry me? You're probably just another one of those sluts who wants some moolah!"

"You're wrong Nick! I didn't even know who you were until recently! If you want proof, I have it!" Paradise took some papers out of the bag she was holding and threw it at Nick's face. "That is your proof. I got tested 3 times! And it all says positive! I am pregnant and this is your baby!"

"Do you think that I'm gonna marry you just because you're pregnant with my baby? There's probably a long line of women claiming to have my baby!"

"Oh believe me Nick, you are gonna marry me! Whether you like it or not! How would your fans feel once they find out that their golden boy isn't perfect? Do you think your records will sell well then? Face it Carter! You're stuck! You're gonna marry me!"

Nick covered his face with his hands. "This isn't happening!"

"It is Nick. I'm going to go and give you some time to think about the future. You can talk it over with your management if you have to, but let it be known that I have the power to make or break you!" Paradise said as she walked out of the house, her head held up high.

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