Chapter 4

VIVIAN

I slammed the table as I went through my day with a frown.

"What on earth happened?" I mumbled under my breath. "How the fuck did this happen?"

"Vivian," Nicholas called as he walked into my office which was just in front of his.

"Yes, Nicholas," I replied às I stood up.

He raised an eyebrow at me but looked away after that.

"Do you have my schedule for the day ready?"

"Yes," I replied as I went through my notes. "Actually, no."

Once again, he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Get it ready then."

He headed straight for his office and I was left all alone with my thoughts again.

He might not look like it most times but Nicholas was my lover.

As both my lover and my boss, Nicholas was a mix of both hot and cold. He can be warm sometimes and cold sometimes.

Today seemed to be the day when he was more business than affection, and that suited me well.

As I hurried to cobble together a coherent version of his schedule, I couldn't help the turmoil in my mind.

"How on earth did this happen?"

I knocked on his door and opened it before he could say anything.

"Welcome, Vivian," he said as he worked on his computer.

"I have your schedule," I said as I placed it on his desk.

"Would you take a look at that article on the table?" He replied by pointing at the tab he had left in front of me.

"Why?" I asked calmly as I picked up the tab.

"You tell me," he said as he continued working, not even looking up at me.

I frowned as I skimmed through the details of the article.

"May Greenfield is pregnant," I said. "That's surprising. I thought that girl was an angel. Conan Grey must be devastated. I was too busy so I couldn't watch the engagement yesterday."

"Keep reading," he said calmly.

I kept reading and then slowly grew stiffer with each line.

"Nicholas..."

"It appears May Greenfield got impregnated by artificial insemination," he said. "She obviously wasn't aware of it or she wouldn't have denied it so vehemently. I also see no reason to get pregnant and ruin her image when she could have just had sex. I mean, if you're gonna do the time, at least commit the crime first. Don't you agree?"

"Y-Yes," I stuttered.

"Normally, I have no business with this," he shrugged. "The girl is too much of a goody two shoes for me and Conan isn't even worth my thoughts. I have never had anything that would have connected me to her or this saga surrounding her.

"Nicholas..."

"So imagine my surprise," he said as he sat up and stared into my eyes. "When the article said that it had been confirmed to her pregnancy has my DNA in it. It has the DNA of three people actually, which is unprecedented, but I am quite interested with mine being a part of it. I am not a promiscuous man and there was only one person with access to my semen."

"I can explain," I said.

"Oh, please do," he smiled as he interlaced his fingers under his chin and stared at me with a hit of a smile on his face. "The one thing I need more than anything else is a fucking explanation."

"This.... I....." I couldn't get the words out. Those stern green eyes staring into mine was too daunting of a situation to be in.

I summoned the courage to look away from him as I finally spoke.

"I wanted to bear your child, Nicholas," I said slowly. "I wanted to be more than a convenient sex tool."

"That was not your decision to make," he said calmly. Too calm. "Did you think I would accept you if you showed up with a pregnancy and claimed it was for me? Even if it was mine."

"I was hoping."

"What surprises me is the fact that you allowed it to be given to someone else," he said. "If you wanted to bear my child, then why aren't you carrying my child?"

"T-There was a mix up at the hospital," I stuttered. "I only found out about this a few days ago too. Your semen was mislabeled and given to the wrong person."

"If you only found out days ago then that means you did have a semen deposited in you, right?" He smiled. "You're pregnant, and I'm not the father."

"I can fix this, Nicholas," I said desperately. "Give me a little more time. I can still be the mother of your child. I can-"

"Enough," he sighed. "I never wanted you as the mother of my child. I guess this worked out the best way it could possibly have. I don't want my child having a mother that would literally steal my semen and impregnate herself. That's demented."

"But-"

"Like I said, this girl, May carries not only my DNA but that of two other people, Donny Yield and Harry Weiss."

"Nicholas, you're not."

"Yes, I am," he said coldly. "Thanks to you, I am now in a tussle with those two bastards for ownership of a child that should be rightfully mine. Harry would be especially tough to deal with. That bastard has been trying to get under my skin for years now."

"I can fix this," I said. "I can-"

"You aren't suggesting aborting my child, are you?"

I stared at him for a few seconds.

"You said you won't accept the child if I was pregnant with it."

"I won't," he replied. "But, you aren't. You couldn't even achieve that, could you? You let my semen is injected in some random girl who somehow retained the DNAs of two other people!"

That was the first time in a while that Nicholas has yelled.

He seemed surprised at himself as well.

He cleared his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Scratch my schedule for today and call my lawyer. I'm going to meet this May Greenfield.”