Killian
I'd never felt so disgusted in my life.
Pregnant? By me?
Bullshit.
It couldn't be me, I was careful, I always was. And I should've been working instead of downing my third glass of alcohol but that bitch undid me and completely fucked up the rest of my day. Perhaps my week.
Fuck. She'd left me unable to focus on work, and all I could do was curse under my breath and gulp more chugs as I thought back to the night I'd fucked her with abandon.
I lifted the glass to my lips, letting the final drops slide into my mouth. Strictly speaking, it wasn't any of my business thinking back to that night but Hope was shaping up to be the major cause of my trainwreck, and right now, I wasn't sure of anything anymore.
What if... She hadn't been lying?
The look on her face should have been enough to make me believe her but I just didn't want it to be true. What if there was a slight chance that she was pregnant with a child, with my child. A child that I most definitely didn't want, a child that I swore I'd never have.
I lowered my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose, the weight of my situation pressing in on me.
And out of all the fucking things that she could say to me, she choose those exact words.
"Your Mother should be ashamed of you."
I was completely obsessed with the deep realization that came from her words and as hours passed, it continued to haunt me because deep down, I knew there were no truer words.
I mean, with the way I treated people daily, she would've been ashamed.
Despair toppled over. I pushed away from the pain in my chest and thought. I needed to take care of this, but first, I needed to be sure the child was mine.
Naturally, talking to Hope was out of the question. I needed to find out some other way and I knew the right man for the job.
I pressed the switchboard button connecting me to my secretary and yelled out her name.
"Yes, Mister Fobster?" She answered after a moment.
"Get Jerry from HR and tell him to do an executive sweep on a girl named Hope Sterling. I want to know everything there is to know about her, from where she lives to where she works, who she's fucked, who she talks to, and what she's been up to these past months and I don't care if he needs to hack Nasa to find it. Do you understand?"
"Noted. Mr. Fobster,"
"Good."
I cut the line off and leaned into my chair.
Fuck.
HopeI tried to get enough air, I tried to breathe properly, but the pain I felt was so intense that I wasn't sure I could win the battle. My arms wrapped tightly around myself. It felt like I was falling apart. I'd never felt this way before. It was new. Unwanted. I never wanted to experience it again. "Hope, please tell me what went wrong," Lesley implored, handing me another roll of tissue wipes. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened." I shook my head, tears falling from both sides of my eyes as I blew into the wipe and tossed it aside. I made a total fool of myself. Stupid, stupid! What was I honestly expecting? Lesley bit her lip, blowing a heavy huff of what could only be frustration. "You burst inside your house bawling your eyes out, and now you expect me to sit and watch like nothing happened?" I closed my eyes, inhaled, and forced myself to stop crying. Killian Fobster was an asshole who didn't deserve my tears. He didn't deserve this
Killian My life was pretty easygoing. Wanted a Rolls-Royce Sweptail? I got a Rolls-Royce Sweptail. Wanted to spend a month in Switzerland? I spent a month in Switzerland. Wanted a penthouse apartment with a view of the big city? I bought a penthouse apartment. For as long as I could remember, I lived my life how I wanted— controlling the outcomes and everything else that revolved around it—but recently everything was starting to fall out of place and it began about the time that woman with the body of the devil and face of an angel walked into my office. I tried but I just couldn't understand why such a woman intrigued me. I usually preferred my women glamorous and stylish with confidence and experience and a heavily endowed body to go with it. Hope sterling was none of that. She was timid and plain and too innocuous for my liking, and after that night, she should've been out of my head and long-forgotten but up until this very moment, she taunted my mind with an intoxicati
HopeRejection tasted bitter in my mouth. It'd been two days but it still lingered. I groaned as I dragged myself out of the comforts of my bed and headed to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. I'd probably need some ice too if I wanted to look anyway respectable for work. And yes I knew taking coffee wasn't healthy considering I was pregnant but a cup never hurt anyone. I slumped on the kitchen counter as I filled my mug. Today I was dragging, I'd drained myself from staying up last night. I shouldn't have stayed past my bedtime reading but it was the only solace I could find at that hour and I totally had to find out what happened to Ace after Sofia...you know... I was paying for it now. Soon enough, I arrived at work and got behind the booth. I tossed on my work outfit and began my shift even though it felt as though I was going to pass out any minute. According to the brochure I acquired from the hospital, my morning sickness shouldn't have been ge
Killian"Does he have to be in here?" Hope asked, glaring at me as I plopped down on the stool at the other side of the exam table. The tech tossed her an odd look. "Isn't he your husband?"Husband? Was this woman blind or did she not see the way we irritated each other?"I do not have all day, please proceed and stop listening to whatever this crazy woman is saying." I scowled, fidgeting with my watch, twisting it back and forth. It was my nervous habit, and right now I was pretty nervous. "You're the crazy one," Hope muttered, laying straight on the exam table. I ignored her."Cute couples," the woman chuckled, shaking her head in muse as she draped a blanket over her thighs and lifted her dress to squirt ultrasound gel all over her belly. As she began to move the transducer around, I kept my eyes focused on the TV screen mounted high on the wall in front of me. At first, it was just a blur of black and white. I was calm, there was nothing to worry about. But when she stopped m
"I'm going to be a father." I dodged out of the way the moment Brad's drink broke out of his mouth in a spray that stained the wooden bar and the tender who quickly came down with a rag like he had expected nothing less. "What the fuck!" My blonde-haired friend exclaimed, wiping away the moisture with the back of his hand as he doubled over to release a burst of deep boisterous laughter that made curious heads turn our way, and maybe if I wasn't in such a horrid state of dilemma, I would have found it comical enough to laugh too, but I was.Apparently, rock bottom had a basement and I was currently living in it.I picked up my translucent glass, frustration nibbling on the edges of my nerves as I gulped down a mouthful.Frankly, there was a part of me that wasn't happy about it. Knocking Hope up was the last thing I wanted to do and it wasn't helping my case that I craved having her again. I leaned back into my leather chair and fiddled with my watch. All day long I hadn't been abl
HopeAs Killian had said, his driver showed up exactly on time and picked me up. The evening air was brisk and breezy and the traffic downtown was heavy no surprise.When the car finally pulled up in front of a towering building, I quickly thanked him, stepped out, and brushed my hands nervously over my skirt. The moment the doorman ushered me into the softly lit expensive restaurant, a model-thin beautiful waiter dressed in native Chinese apparel approached me."Ms. Sterling, the gentleman is waiting for you."I smiled, gripping my beaded purse more tightly in my moist hand as I stepped forward.The waiter led me down a dark hall that had a walkway lined with tall bamboo trees. We passed an opening to a large seating area and once we reached the end of the hall, she opened a door and motioned for me to step. Cautions, I nodded a thank you and entered. It was a small room widely decorated with flowers and Chinese lanterns.It didn't take long for me to spot Killian. He sat leg-cross
KillianMy office was a warzone. They kept coming in herds; the interview requests, emails concerning wedding bookings, bouquets of congratulatory flowers, and worst of all, constant calls from my stepmother."Killian? Are you still there?" She inquired from three thousand miles away in Ireland and I pinched the bridge of my nose, regretting why I canceled my lunch meeting just to hear her blab about things that concerned my supposed wedding. "Yes, mother," I answered groggily, still a bit woozy from waking up with a raging hangover."You need to bring her home, your father wants the wedding here, you know how traditional he can be.""Mother." I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. "For the tenth time, I have heard all you said and will discuss this with my fiancee. Rest assured, you will hear from us soon.""How soon, I need to meet this girlfriend of yours and see if she's well suited for you.""Soon mother, soon." Irritation pricked at me. "I have to go now, I am busy
Hope When the knock first sounded on the door, I didn't bother getting off the couch because I was currently elbowed deep in scooping my ice cream and pizza combo, and at this juncture, nothing was worth putting it down for. But when the knocking persisted, I forced myself up, feeling a slight pang in my belly which must have come from vomiting half the day. You know, most women finished with morning sickness and nausea after the first two months. Not me, I still woke up every day feeling like I had the flu. Brushing my hair out of my face, I walked to the front door, silently praying it wasn't my landlady coming to get me. I heaved out a soft exhale and opened the door and one look at the person standing in front of it made my stomach churn in a not-so-pleasant way. "What are you doing here?" "Well, I—" he started but paused when his eyes lowered to my chest. And then his brows cocked up inquisitively. "Why are your tits like that?" I looked down at my