I surged forward in bed, my sudden burst of strength shocking me.

"I'm dreaming," I whispered. There was no fucking way that he was here, standing tall, firm, lean, and muscular in my face with those dark, smoldering eyes. No fucking way. This must be a side effect of the pregnancy. Yes, that's it. If I just close my eyes and lie down, all of the images of him will obscure from my view.

But Kirk's pitiful expression made my heart leap and I ticked my eyes on to Mr. Dick Almighty who was now approaching me ominously.

I flinched back into the bed as my eyes went up to his approaching figure. "Don't come near me!" I warned, wariness taking over my features.

He hadn't spoken since he stepped into the room. His silence was more terrifying than him doling threats at me. But the most frightening of all were his eyes, they reflected the unspoken words of fury. It was as if a pacing beast lurked beyond those red and black flecks on his dilating, epileptical eyes, that at any given moment if provoked, will attack me.

"Kirk!" I called out desperately, my eyes darting towards my boss in fear.

He shook his head causing my heard to dive in my chest, "You dug your own grave, baby. I warned you. I told you what the consequences would be, yet you pressed on with your stubbornness. Now you shall eat the fruits of your labor, and a heads up, which I think you already know, his flavor is spicy."

He turned to leave the room, still as those red, vehement, disconcerting eyes locked onto me. "Oh, and he won't hurt you. He knows fucking better." Then Kirk was gone.

"Bastard!" I yelled at the closed door with trembling lips. "Fucking traitor!"

"The only traitor in here is you, my sweet little prostitute." His voice was low, acidic, and unnerving.

My eyes aligned with his dangerously handsome face, feeling courageous for a moment. "I did no such thing, " I sneered at him, "Furthermore you owed me for all the shit you put me through."

The bed suddenly dipped under his weight and his face came mere inches to mine. I felt his warm, minty breath on my cheeks as I leaned away from him. "Trust me, my liaire, you had no idea what shit you left for me to clean up after you disappeared quite...conveniently."

His presence alone had me quaking, not just in fear but in sexual hunger. My avid eyes ticked to his lush lips then I elevated them to his eyes, licking mine in response. He's so fucking hot.

The cotton shirt he wore was partially buttoned, leaving a salivating amount of toned skin for my leering eyes to see. His skin was smooth, hard, and I knew the strength in those muscles all too well.

Oh God, the scent of his cologne had me undone with need. As opposed to the other man's cologne I smelled, his was like a puppet string to my body, pulling me in, daring me to bury my nose in his chest and inhale.

Fuck, get your shit together, Asche. I scolded myself.

A dark chuckle rolled from his lips and he reached out and ran his hand down my cheek and throat, inhaling deliciously.

"You are indeed with child," He confirmed with a gloating smile. "I can smell the sweet scent of pregnancy emanating off of you. Your body simply needs to adjust to the atypical feeling of carrying a child. A rare child." He whispered the last part.

I ground my teeth at his exultance, ignoring his last remark, and without thinking, I snarled, "It's not your child. So why the fuck are you here?"

He stiffened and his eyes flared in anger. "Do not test my patience, young one. I'm certain you're carrying my child and nothing you say will dissuade me."

I pshawed, "I'm a prostitute. I sell my body and five percent of the time, I do it without protection. So you do the math."

The breaking, snapping sound of his hand crushing the headboard of the bed scared me and I flinched with a startled shriek.

He was breathing heavily and the atmosphere suddenly felt dense and hot. Oh, shit. I forgot he has anger issues but besides that, what great strength he possesses to have crushed the wood like that. My eyes goggled at the damaged wood.

Unable to control myself, I trembled and failed miserably at trying to stem it.

"What are you?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"The man who's semen will be the only bodily fluid gushing up your ass. Your days of prostitution are over. I'm taking you to my penthouse with or without your consent. I'm done playing your childish games. You will not endanger my child's life with your careless frolicking."

"How dare you!?" I drew back from him as if he were acid. "I have my rights!"

His crimson eyes went to slits, "You gave them away after you deceived me!"

"Your bitch ass was going to pay me anyway! I called it an early payment." I argued, tossing him a dirty look.

The wood splintered further, his face was now dark and foreboding with rage. "Asche, do not test me. You will mind me."

"Fuck you and your feelings, nobody owns me and most definitely not your arrogant ass!" I gave him a withering look.

"Falcon!" He roared out, his eyes drilling holes in my face.

I could tell he's holding his anger at bay. He's truly furious but he's holding back. Good, cause I'll press charges on his ass if he hits me. I'll even sue the generations of children out of his balls.

Falcon came storming in, alarmed.

"What is it, Drakos?" He asked, his brows knitting when his eyes landed on me.

"Take Asche here and ensure that he packs up his belongings before we depart. If he resists, you know what to do." He said, icily.

"Resist?" He croaked in disbelief. "Why would he? Did you not woo him?" Falcon seemed utterly confused by his request.

He focused irritated eyes on his brother, growling, "Change of plans."

"This is kidnapping!" I hollered, ready to defend myself and start swinging. "I'm nobody's bitch! Kirk! Kirk!" I screamed out hysterically.

But to my dismay, Kirk never came.

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