Ariana visits you and tells you she's pregnant

Truth be told, you didn't really care if you ever got the chance to hook up with Ariana again, and things were't looking very good in that department anyway after a few weeks passed by and she never contacted you.

Until one day she showed up at your door, wearing a tight little white skirt and a low-cut pink shirt, that is, and invited herself in.

"What brings you here to my door Ariana?" you ask her, Ariana placing a hand to your mouth and sitting down on your couch as she starts to explain what she is there.

"I'm pregnant with your kid John," she tells you, so sure of herself that you knew in the back of your mind that it was true, "and I'd rather we didn't waste each other's time and you tell me what you plan to do about it."

"What am I going to do about, Ariana?" you icily ask her as you push her down on the couch and pin her to it, your change in demeanor making her cower in fear, "I'm not going to do a damn thing, baby. I did what I set out to do that night, which was to get your slutty ass pregnant."

"YOU BASTARD!" she shouts as you slide her skirt down and try to **** yourself on her again, kissing her until she started to melt into your advances.

"Unless of course you want to give me this pussy any time I ask for it Ari," you whisper to her, your tone softening now that you had her where you wanted her, "you know you enjoyed every second that I was fucking you, baby girl. Now what's it gonna be, raise the kid on your own or get over your hatred for me so we can raise a family together."