For this battle, Sayuri chose to be the white lotus type of girl. Well, only in terms of how she looked for she was definitely not going to be the weak type when confronting that shameless hussy.

It was also time to make it known that Kyle was her man.

In truth, even though she stated that she could date, she wasn't planning to. She just didn't want him to do so. Everything that she was doing, was to protect her heart. She had loved him for so long but only when she got pregnant did she feel that what she had done before, wasn't enough.

Despite all of the ridiculous conditions she had set up, it was really to force him to stop taking her for granted. She just knew that she wanted him to see what he was missing, and what he was going to let go.

What would he feel like if he could see her, but not get her? What would he think if the things she used to do for him, she did for someone else?

Would he feel jealous? Or would he feel nothing at all?

If, by the time she had given birth and there was absolutely no change in his feelings for her, then she would leave him.

There was no point in beating a dead horse now, was there?

For now, she was going to let the whole world know that Kyle Smith was off the market (as if he ever was on the market in the first place) and that she, Sayuri, was the one that got him.

She will make her mark on him.

She grinned, thinking of the huge mark she did leave on his neck.

Although it was mostly covered by his shirt collar, it could be seen if you look at him long enough. Of course, no one in the company was crazy enough to do so, but Sayuri figured that Samantha would most definitely notice it.

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Samantha looked longingly at the deathly handsome young man in front of her.

It had been six years now, but she had never forgotten him.

He was the one guy that clung onto her heart, the inner demon that she could not let go. When she found out she was pregnant, she was ecstatic. Finally, she had something of his connecting her to him forever.

She admitted, at first, she had gone slightly crazy. She must have sent her uncle up the wall with her antics. It was only after she got pregnant that she calmed down a bit. It was her uncle that helped her through the tough times and got her back on track.

She devoted her time to become the sort of woman that Kyle liked.

Strong, poised and elegant.

Her uncle had not been happy with her wanting to come and see Kyle, and had given one sort of excuse after another. Luckily, she managed to escape his constant vigilance on her and finally came here, with her son.

This was like a dream come true.

Something she had been wanting, and waiting for, for years.

Time had certainly made him so much more handsome, and she even gulped thinking of how his body must be like. She remembered how it had been when he was so young and from the looks of it, he had kept his physique.

The matured Kyle was far more dangerous than the teen Kyle.

She had been keeping abreast of the news on Kyle and there had never been any woman linked to him.

However, if that was so … why was there that suspicious red mark on his neck?

She couldn't quite see what it was but it couldn't be a love bite now, could it? It was so big. And didn't look like a normal bruise …

Suddenly, his impatient voice cut into her daydream, "How did you get the DNA test done?"

"What do you mean, how?" Samantha asked, her face looking puzzled.

Kyle felt like a headache was coming on. Did she truly not understand the question, or was she playing dumb?

Suddenly, the line he gave his father about the sperm fertilizing the egg hit him. Karma was such a b*tch, really.

Kyle knew the DNA test result was fake, since it was impossible for her to get pregnant with his child. Even if she had been insane enough to steal the condoms that had his sperm, the condoms had spermicide. Usually, it is on the outside of the condom but Kyle had chosen the ones that had spermicide on the inside.

He even got some spermicide lubricant for added measure. The last thing he wanted was for any accidents to happen.

Sperm typically would die once it is dry, and if ejaculated inside, would survive for five days since it was moist and warm. The condom may not be moist and warm, but it certainly wouldn't have dried out the sperm quick enough. So he had the spermicide for extra insurance.

He had done his homework before the mission and knew that Samantha was a variable that was difficult to plan for.

It looked like, despite all his planning, she still managed to procure a son from him?

Just who was the kid, really?

"Did you get the test done yourself, or did someone do it for you?" Kyle pressed on.

"Of course, my uncle did it for me," Samantha told him, "He didn't really let me leave the house much."

Some pieces were starting to fall into place, but Kyle still had to make sure.

"Just what do you want, Samantha?" Kyle asked in exasperation.

"Well," she began then got up and walked over to him, leaning forward, "I want you."

Kyle leaned back away from her and was about to scoot away when a voice was heard from the door.

"Well, tough. You can't have him, because he is mine."