You got her pregnant

Things had managed to calm down between you and Ariana before you fucked her again, but about a week after that last time you had hooked up with her, she came back to your office in a red tank top and a black pair of pants and closed the door behind her.

"Ariana...I assume I know what this visit is bringing?" you tell her, not sure whether the accompanying news is going to be met by the happiness it usually is, either.

"I'm sure you do John...I'm pregnant...and it's yours..." she tells you as she hangs her head down, not wanting to make any eye contact with you as you come over ad sit on your couch next to her.

"Look at me Ari," you whisper to her as you place a hand on her thigh and hold her head up with your other hand, "I know that we can be great together, baby. But you've got to decide right now whether you want to keep pursuing a relationship with me."

"You know I want you John...that's kind of why we're in this situation right now..." she whispers as you lean into kiss her, laying her on the couch as you straddle her, "but let's face it. Most people think I'm nothing more than a slut who slept my way to the top. How's it going to look now that I wound up pregnant?"

"You let me worry about that Ariana," you whisper to her as she pulls at your clothes and pulls you on top of her as you start to make out with her, her legs hooking into your back as your dick slides into her pussy again, "No one's going to drag your name through the mud as long as I'm around."