It's here! The breakthrough chapter is finally here! As I though, writing this was quite easy. It took me under three hours to finish it, which is probably a record on my side!

The real drama is just starting!

It's a bit shorter, but we will get to see Vic in a different light.

I hope it won't be disappointing!

Enjoy! ^.^

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VICTOR's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes. He was just sitting there, looking all comfy and shit, and it just pissed me off. I wasn't in a mood to talk to him at the moment. I needed time. Time to get used to the news I just found out. He being here was the worst thing that could happen right now. I wouldn't be able to keep my cool. Not that I ever could, but it would be ten times worse than normally, which was not good. My anger could get the best out of me at times, and I was afraid this was going to be the case.

"So? How did you get in? You're not supposed to be here, Oliver. This is a private property, and you can't get in just like that. I could call a police right now," I said, but didn't mean any of that. I might be angry, even furious, but calling the police would make everything worse. All the papers and protocols that would have to be filled would make my mood even worse, so it wouldn't solve anything. Moreover, if he was willing to come here on his own, I could at least listen to what he had to say. I might get out of control, but he agreed to talk to me too, though it was because I threatened him, so he deserved my attention for the moment.

"Here, I was told to give this to you if you had any problem with me being here," he mumbled, holding out his hand with a little piece of paper in it.

Frowning, I took the paper and sighted when I recognized the handwriting. That damned woman will be the death of me. The note was simple, but pretty clear and it made me even more irritated. I didn't need anyone sticking their nose into my business. Not now.

Talk.

He's got interesting news for you.

Don't blame the poor receptionist. She was gone when I sneaked him in.

Love ya, hubby!

I crumpled the paper in my fist, gritting my teeth. I really hated her sometimes. She had this way of getting under my skin and doing everything in her power to make me mad, and it always worked. I really didn't understand why I was even friends with her.

"Alright, I guess Alison can be pretty demanding and persuading. You've got fifteen minutes at most." I glanced at him and turned to get behind my desk. Sitting there would give me a feeling this was kind of official, and I hoped I wouldn't get too angry whatever it was he wanted to talk about. Being official was almost like work, and whenever I was dealing with a tough partner or competition, I've almost never lost my head and tried to keep everything in a professional tone. It worked in nine out of ten cases, anyway.

Looking at him very carefully, I could see how his expression changed from nervous one to a panicked one in a matter of few seconds. He was fidgeting all the time, and his hands were trembling so much it was visible even from the distance that was between us. It looked like he really didn't want to talk, which made me curious. I've never seen Oliver act like this. Even when he caught me with the Charlie bastard, he was composed enough while talking to both of us. This was new.

And it was fucking scary.

"I-" he paused, rubbing his hands together.

"Ugh, damn!" He stood up abruptly, slowly starting to walk back and forth, looking at the floor. He was a nervous wreck, and it looked like he was mumbling something to himself while moving around.

"First thing first," he stopped after a while, giving me an ugly but determined glare.

"You have no right to get pissed. I was pissed off, still am to be honest, and even though I should've probably told you, I just didn't want to be involved with you in any way. Not to mention your family is famous, and that would make everything worse. I hate publicity, and I didn't want to deal with paparazzi and all the annoying idiots hunting for a good shot," he babbled, talking so quickly I had a hard time understanding him.

"I have a family now. I'm going to get married, and I don't plan on keeping in contact with you. Leaving Boston is out of question for me, and I doubt you will want to leave whatever your current home is, so don't think you need to do something," continuing, he came closer to me and took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I don't want your money. If it was up to me, I probably wouldn't even tell you. Not anytime soon anyways. But your bitch of a fiancée forced me into it. You really suit each other, by the way. Both of you are sly and arrogant, and you think you own the world or something," he paused again, his eyes suddenly turning everywhere but me.

By that time, I was more than confused, and my mind was coming up with all kinds of things. I had no idea what he was talking about, and it was making me nervous and crazy at the same time. All I could tell was, he was about to tell me something big, based on the way he was behaving. But I've never imagined it would be that big.

He placed something what seemed like a picture in front of me, turning away and looking out the window.

"His name's Matthias."

Staring at the little piece of paper, I couldn't help but recognize the face that was looking at me from the photo. The same eyes, nose and jawline, dark brown hair and the cute dimple on his left cheek, the child on the picture looked just like me, and I couldn't help but gasp. Standing up from the chair and startling Oliver so much he jumped few inches away, I felt my head spin. The documents I read yesterday kept on running through my mind, one specific word standing out.

Pregnancy.

I took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm down enough to be able to speak again. I needed a minute to collect my thoughts because they were all around the place, and it made me feel even more stressed out.

An awkward silence settled between us, making the tension in the air almost unbearable.

"Say something!" Oliver spoke up, his voice louder than before, full of emotions I wasn't able to recognize. Not in my current state at least.

Looking at him, my eyes probably looking crazy at the moment, I felt sick. How could the man I loved so deeply in the past do something like this? How could he keep such a huge secret? Keep my own son from me? I've never considered him to be such a horrible person.

I was at the loss of words. My mind was in such a chaos I couldn't form a sentence that would make sense. My emotions were going haywire, and I had no idea how to deal with that. The last time I felt so many emotions was five years ago, when we broke up. However, this time, it was much worse.

Tugging on my hair helplessly, I let out another sight.

If I didn't read the files yesterday, I would probably react differently. But knowing what I knew now, I couldn't even be shocked. All I was left with was the fact I had a child I didn't know about, and that was too much to absorb at once.

Deciding for the best option at the moment, I opened my mouth.

"Get out," I whispered, leaning against the wall behind me, closing my eyes. I needed a break. I needed a time alone so I could think and actually accept this as reality. I've never imagined I would be a father one day, and here I was, finding out I had a child that was around four or five years old. A little child who looked just like me when I was his age. A little being I created together with Oliver.

And he didn't find it important enough to tell me.

"What?!" he almost yelled, making me open my eyes again. He was looking at me with accusing eyes, as if I did something horrible, which pissed me of. He had no right to look at me like that. If anything I was the one who should be yelling, crying, the one accusing him. I was sure these feelings would surface and make me suffer later on, but I was too numb to these feeling at the moment. Even the irritation faded out as soon as it appeared. The emotional turmoil was just too much.

"What do you want me to say, huh? Do you even realize what you just told me? I need time to process this because this is too much. Just," I paused, talking another deep breath. This time, it was a bit shaky, and I felt a weird pressure in the middle of my chest.

"Just go, I need to be alone for the time being, to sort out my thoughts and come up with some solution." I hardened my stare, making sure he would understand I was serious.

"But don't expect this to be over, we're going to have a serious conversation about this. You can't expect me to just leave now and never look back," I finished, going over to the couch to sit down. I felt like I would really colapse if I continued standing.

Oliver kept on staring at me for next few moments, as if he wanted to say more on the matter. When he saw me sitting down, though, a weird expression appeared on his face, and he just nodded, leaving the office, almost running as if it was on fire.

I leaned against the headrest and closed my eyes again.

If I thought the day would be bad in the morning, now, I was sure it was one of the worst days of my life.

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So, the cat's out of the bag!

How do you think will Victor react after he fully accepts the reality?

What do you think about Vic's and Oliver's reactions?

Let me know all your opinions! ^.^