Work had been I unusually slow since we finished the project with Mr. Hale's company. I've been pushing documents with so many numbers I'm starting to feel like I developed a new type of Morse Code using numbers.

Mr. Vasquez has decided to go out for lunch which is a first in a while. Mr. Hale and Mr. Vasquez could go toe to toe when it comes to the work lifestyle. The two of them live, breathe, and sleep on work. I suppose that's why they are very successful with their work for my ideal schedule consists of fatty foods and sleeping for excessive amounts of hours.

Sometimes working in an office can be exhausting when your butt is planted firmly to the chair for significant amount of time. It had been nice g enjoy lunch outside in the warm atmosphere and sunny skies. He chooses a local bistro that has amazing soups and club sandwiches. We sit outside accompanied by multiple people enjoying lunch as we are some couples, some business coworkers, some just regular people having alone time to themselves. I watch Mr. Vasquez devour the turkey club in a few bites.

"May I ask you a question Mr. Vasquez?"

"Of course."

I would rather have not asked him while we had been enjoying lunch, but I have never been good with timing. "Paragon." I simply state.

"How do you know about Paragon?"

"Someone mentioned it the other night at the event. I wasn't sure what it was, but I thought you might know." I lie.

Mr. Vasquez pauses for a moment and lifts the napkin up to his lips patting away the excess particles of food. When he finishes chewing I know that the clarification I'm going to get is going to put things into perspective for me.

"Paragon, is a dangerous place," he takes a sip of his glass of water. I know this is a sensitive topic. "My father was a member of that club and warned me of the dealings of what men with power do in their spare time. It was only a matter of time before I got the invitation... in person. I had been presented with multiple pleasures of women, drugs, and other things I don't want to state. I declined the offer."

I felt as if I was prying too much into his life but he answered truthfully. "Why did you decline the membership to Paragon?" I ask.

"Because being a member of that club is granted permanent membership. You can't leave. When I get married I do not want my children to be subjected to a lifestyle of that. What kind of father would I be?" It's almost as if he asked himself.

"Did you know that Mr. H—"

"If you have worked in any major business you would have been offered the membership." The certainty in his voice makes it known that this association could be global. "Tread carefully, Ellie. You do not want to mingle with anyone who is a member of that place."

The warning comes around quite late as I have slept with danger, moved in with danger, and fell in love with danger. We leave the conversation at that. Mr. Hale said he had been intelligent because he knew there was no way out of that club. All the illegal acts taking place at that club would mean he's a liable person to expose every horrible thing.

"You cannot report the place to anyone?"

Mr. Vasquez shakes his head slowly. "Politicians, Government Officials, Central Intelligence, Police Officers you name it linger in that association. How I do not understand. I would just assume that Power is in the hands of those corrupted." He leaves the conversation at that.

Mr. Hale. Corrupted.

He's an intelligent man.

The words linger like a spell being casted over and over. I refused to believe that Mr. Hale is bound to a club so twisted and cynical that it almost makes me sick to my stomach. "Excuse me," I try not to make it seem obvious but quickly I shuffle towards the bathroom inside of the restaurant.

A toilet is my safety net as I vomit into the bowl making sure my hair does not touch any part of the toilet. Everything that I had eaten previously was now presently in chunks of gook in the toilet bowl. The smell reeked of sandwich bread and multiple different foods combined into one.

The whole sickening feeling I'm catching out of nowhere leads me to believe that a doctor visit is in order.

"Ms. Ellie Donovan," a nurse holding a clipboard with a folder compiled of paper work calls from the desk.

I'm feeling the nervousness settle over once more as I stand up smoothing out my beige skirt before I follow the nurse into a room.

"How are you feeling today, Miss Donovan?" The nurse is a perky Hispanic brunette who's hair is in a perfect bun sitting at the top of her round head.

"Lately I've just been feeling nauseous and light-headed quite randomly. I'm not sure if it's because I might be pr–," I cannot finish the sentence as it worries me that Mr. Hale would end the relationship period had I been pregnant.

"Pregnant, ma'am?"

"Uh, yes. I apologize."

"I'm going to check your temperature, blood pressure, and vital signs. Then we will administer a pregnancy test. If anything comes back inconclusive Dr. Brennan will be in to speak with you."

The nurse explains offering a warm smile, but when Dr. Brennan's name comes from her lips I feel as though this situation will go sideways if I do not speak to Mr. Hale first.

I watch as the nurse place the Stethoscope in her hands and place the small round disk shaped medical tool to my chest. "Breathe in, and breathe out," she says repeating the same motion to my back. Each test making me more anxious. We check my blood pressure with the Sphygmomanometer, the Otoscope to check my ears, a Ophthalmoscope for my eyes, and a Thermometer for my temperature. By the time we're finished I feel like she have finished a full medical exam that has told her what an emotional wreck I have been the past couple of months.

The nurse exits the room after recording each number down on her clipboard. There is a knock at the door in less than five minutes and in her hand is a white box.

"This is your pregnancy test. There is a bathroom down the hall to your left. Once you are done we will check in five minutes to see if you are indeed pregnant or not."

All while she is smiling expecting to hear the good news that I may be carrying another life inside my body, I'm freaking out that the man of my dreams might decide this is too much for him. What if I am pregnant with Xander's child? Will he accept him or her? Will he be closed off scared that he might shape himself into his father and abuse our child? What if he leaves? What if I am a single mother living in New York will a billionaires baby who wants nothing to do with children? There were many questions that needed to be answer, but first I find out for myself.

"Miss Donovan, what a pleasant surprise. Miss Rodriguez tells me that you are having symptoms regarding that you may be pregnant." He looks up from the clipboard almost in shock for when we first meet I didn't have a boyfriend and now I'm fearing for my future.

"I have been feeling light-headed and nauseous. I just wanted to be safe than sorry," I try to smile slightly but I cannot contain the anxiety boiling to the surface.

Dr. Brennan sits down on a stool sliding up close enough so that his presence is a little too close for comfort. "Ellie, I understand that you are nervous about the results and I can assure you no matter what you will be fine." His warm voice reassuring me trying too soothe me.

I glance over at Dr. Brennan who I know is apart of the club as well. I wonder what pleasures provoked him to join that horrid place. "Have you been sexually active in the last few weeks, Miss Donovan?" He questions interrupting my thoughts.

Ashamed of myself I nod slowly.

"Unprotected?"

I nod once more feeling the tears develop over my tear ducts. "I'm scared," I admit trying to keep myself from losing myself, but I feel like slowly everything is going to slip through my fingers before I've been able to grasp it.

"Leave us for a moment." Dr. Brennan commands the nurse who which she obliges obediently.

Once the door shuts it's just Dr. Brennan and I alone in the cold room. "I realize this is something that you may not personally want to discuss. In any case whatever is to come out of this test you will have the help of me and my staff to get you through whatever you need Miss Donovan." I hear the sincerity in his voice but it's not enough to keep Mr. Hale from exiting my life as if he never existed.

The sound of the wine pouring into the glass catches me off guard for I had been starring out the glass windows from his loft onto the city skyscraper lights. "You have been awfully quiet tonight? What's troubling you?" Mr. Hale eliminates the bleak silence.

This is my chance to explain to him what I had been feeling lately because if I didn't it would just eat me alive all the time. "When I had been attending college there had been multiple women who set out to be Surgeons, or Lawyers, even Reporters. Every one of them seemed to have their life planned out for them. Then each one of them fell in love with the man of their dreams, moved to some unknown town and conceived children. While I thought they would never pursue the dreams they set out for themselves it seems that they are beyond happy with how their life turned out." I explain rubbing my index finger across my lips for the slight sensation soothes me slowly.

"Is that what you want, Ellie? A small town life with children?" He sits down in the chair across from me with his arms crossed.

"Is it bad that I do not know what I want, but accept my life for all it's changes glorious and horrible?"

Mr. Hale looks puzzled trying assess the situation as best as he can. "Everyone has an inkling if not a thought briefly of what they could be doing instead of what they are doing now. There are sometimes where even I myself think what if I had been a Actor or Award Winning Author, even a Race Car driver." The way his eyes look with the concern in every aspect of his iris's.

"I went to the doctors today."

Mr. Hale nods unfolding the napkin below the silverware and placing it in his lap. "Are you feeling unwell? Why didn't you tell me?" His eye brows furrow.

"I've just been feeling nauseous every now and again. I have something to tell you," this had been the moment in which I will be honest with everything that's been going on. "I went to the doctor's office because to find out if I had been pregnant or not."

It's almost like a weight has lifted partially off my shoulder for I needed to be honest with him and trust in his maturity that we could discuss this like two adults. Mr. Hale places his fork back down as he was going to attempt to take a bite of his food. I'm unaware of his emotions, thoughts, or how he will react. We sit in silence. He staring at the food on my plate and I staring at his blank face.

"Does this mean you are?"

"I'm not ready for children either," I admit. "The test came back negative."

Mr. Hale's face relaxes slightly as he finally glances up at me. "I don't think I will ever be ready for children, but if you did ever get pregnant I will be right here supporting you." He rubs his hand over his chin as if he had been nervous.

The words tug at my heart for this response had been reassuring for me. Everything had seem to drift away as if we had both been sitting in a dark abyss. I felt our souls connecting on another level slowly but surely. My anxiousness and nervous demeanor earlier had been disregarded by those negative test results.

"I'm worried that Mr. Dalton is going to cause major issues between the both of us. Everything seems to be changing so fast and I haven't had time to really sit down and assess everything. I want the honest truth of how you feel, what you are feeling, and the security but I feel like you are keeping something away from me because you care about my safety. I need you in every way possible. Every way."

Mr. Hale rises from his chair to walk over next to where I'm sitting. He kneels down still at eye level with me and places his hands in mine. "I want you in every way possible. The past doesn't make the present being. I'm putting my actions to use to show you how much you mean to me. I apologize if I still seem to be distant, but this relationship thing is new to me. I am unaware of everything I am suppose to be doing, but I can assure you everything I do, I do for you. For us," he pauses for a moment looking down at our fingers intertwined. "Your safety means the world to me, and if I lost you then my life is meaningless. I spend days looking outside my glass windows just thinking of being in your presence for it lifts my worries away. I apologize for my actions towards you in the past for I didn't want the connection, the responsibility, or the expectations of a boyfriend. I only realized now that everything I had been running away from was just me overreacting like a child. I will talk with Mr. Dalton and clarify everything then we will take a trip out the city where you will have all of my attention."

His explanation makes me smile especially with all my feelings being eased at once. "I won't even bring work with me," he states proudly.

I lean forward against his forehead. "I just didn't want this pregnancy scare to be the reason why I lost you."

"Any man who's afraid to raise a child isn't a man at all. My adoptive father raised me better than that."

"I love you, Xander Messen Hale."

"I love you."

He presses his lips against mine pulling me in for a slow kiss in which I've been yearning for all day. I missed him even though I had been with him all the time it seemed. I feel his hands cup my face begging for the space to be limited between us.

"I want you."

I melt like butter feeling his fingers tips slide down the small of my back causing little goosebumps. When his fingers massage up my waist I shiver from the sensation. "I said I want you, Sir," I repeat

"Get on your knees for me."

This time I will obey his every command being submissive to his will. "I want you to swallow every drop I'm going to give to you, Miss Donovan. If you don't I will have to spank you. Do you understand?" He watches me kneel down so that I am staring up at him with wide eyes and no rebellion bone in my body.

"Answer me."

"Yes sir."

"That's my girl."

His fingers work their way over his zipper for the growing bulge underneath his pants must be aching for freedom. "Please say that again," I sound as if I'm begging, but when he takes ownership of me being his girl, his girlfriend it clings to that of my heart in multiple ways.

"My girl."

He repeats letting his pants drop down to the floor. I grasp him fully in both of my hands. I want to please my man in every way possible. My tongue circles around him teasingly before I take him into my mouth. When he groans it's a pleasing feeling that makes my thighs tingle sending those arousal feelings straight upwards. I feel the secretion gathering inside of my thongs.

"Are you wet, Ellie?"

The way his low and husky voice asks me makes me stop mid stroke. "Extremely," I respond softly.

"Come."

He walks over to the couch in the living area positioning himself down on his back. In the midst of us relocating areas I take the time to undress myself down to just bra and thongs. The grip of his hands pull me on top of him so that I'm straddling his face. I gasp by the quick and swift movement of this position. My face next to his shaft and his face next to my clitoris. He slides his tongue down my lips cause me to quiver above him.

I moan in response as he is well aware of what to do when he's down there. It's hard to contain my moans but I lean down taking him into my mouth once more. Every time his tongue strokes over my clit I moan in return the vibrating in my throat causing him to groan in pleasure. He wraps his arms around my ass thrusting himself into my mouth, but continuing the slow torturing pace of sucking and pulling at my clitoris.

It's futile trying to fight the moans for he's relentless in his assault. I lean upwards grinding myself against his lips for my orgasm is nearing. My legs feel feeble shaking uncontrollably as he holds my legs tightly down. I cannot move for he has me planted over his face massaging his tongue all over my lips, clitoris and playing around the entrance of my sex. My eyes have close as I feel my body melting on top of him. I'm scratching as his abs trying to pull away, but he keeps going.

I know it's been over fifteen minutes since we have started for I'm weak at the knees. Once more I start to suck him off vigorously using motioning my hands along his stiffened shaft as he starts to ease off of my sex. I can relax as I have orgasmed at least twice. While he's groaning I try to swallow his shaft whole hitting the base to where his public hair is slightly touching my chin then draw back. The saliva dripping all down his gloriousness.

Over and over I repeat the motion until he starts to thrust in the motion of me bobbing my head up and down. It takes a few more strokes before he has burst in my mouth. I'm caught off guard as drops of his ejaculation have dropped from my mouth. I swallow the rest quickly but I know he has felt the drops on his body.

I look back at him once he's done releasing everything. "Oops," I giggle slightly.