Chapter 3

Camilla. 

“Get the hell out of my company! You’re fired!”

Those were the first words that I heard the moment I stepped foot in Grey’s office. I was shocked. That was by far no way an angel will talk. Wait a minute, did I miss something? 

At the end of the hallway is a massive double door, slightly ajar. I approached cautiously, I needed to be sure whose voice I just heard a few seconds ago.

“I don’t care how long you have worked here!” a deep voice boomed again. “You spill coffee on me, you’re done. I don’t tolerate incompetence!”

I froze, peeking through the crack in the door. Grey stood behind a sleek black desk, with so much anger on his face. A man in his mid-thirties stood before him, head bowed, mumbling apologies.

“I’m sorry, sir. It was an accident—”

Grey cut him off with a sharp gesture and slammed his fist against his desk, and instantly the man flinched. “Accidents cost money. Get out of my office. You’re fired.” 

 My heart pounded as I glanced back into the office.

 What the hell was that? I couldn’t believe any of it. He was supposed to be sweet, caring and so down to earth. Who was this person I just saw? Something was certainly wrong somewhere. I pulled out the magazine from my purse and stared at the picture again, just to make sure he was the one. It was him.

Grey picked up his phone and dialed a number, I stood in a spot, so scared to approach him. Not after what I just witnessed. 

“Bryce, come in here,” he said curtly.

A moment later, another man entered the room through the other door. He’s tall and good-looking, and he walked with so much confidence. From the look of things he was very close to Grey, more like they were friends.

“Another one bites the dust?” the man—Bryce—said, smirking as he sat on the edge of Grey’s desk.

Grey rolled his eyes. “Clumsy idiot. Spilled coffee all over my suit. I don’t have time for incompetence. And honestly, sometimes I wish I worked with robots, humans are so disgusting.”

Bryce chuckled. “You’re too hard on people. Not everyone can be as perfect as you. You need to learn how to control yourself, you don’t want this going out on the news one day. Trust me, it would jeopardize everything you’ve worked for. And you know most of the contracts you get from the government is because you’re the people’s choice. If they find out everything is a lie, you will be doomed!"

“Please, spare me the lecture. I know exactly what I’m doing, there's no way I'd be out there in the news for anything bad. And this is not why I called you here, but obviously you’re not about to make me feel better so excuse me.”

Bryce shrugged. “Well, good luck. Let me know when you’re done terrorizing your employees.”

He left the office, and Grey leaned forward, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was exhausted.

I couldn’t stand here forever. I forced myself to move forward, unable to hide anymore. 

My heels clicked softly against the floor as I entered the room. Alexander looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing when he saw me.

I didn't need anyone telling me how this would turn out! This man was no good! He was a self centered human being! How could he possibly help me?

At this point, I thought of going back. But then I just couldn't, what waited for me there was worse than anything this man could possibly be. But what could this encounter yield? This man was obviously a nassarcist who doesn’t see people as humans. He would out-rightly refuse this child without even thinking twice. But then, what other choice do I really have?

I stared into his eyes. Even though I was drunk that night, I could recognize those eyes from anywhere in the world. The way they made me shiver and how they held me captive, and sends shivers down my spine-

Shit I couldn’t possibly be lusting after this man. What was wrong with me?

But really, who wouldn’t lust over him? Now I understand perfectly why every young girl in the city would kill to be with him. It wasn’t just because of his wealth, it was also because the man was so damn beautiful! More like God created him on a Sunday when he had nothing else to do. He was far too beautiful for anyone to resist him.

But the way he was looking at me, like I was some piece of trash who’s not worthy of being in his presence. Or maybe I had shit on my clothes. My chest tightened as I shivered under his gaze.

“Who the hell are you?” he snapped.

Before I could bring myself to answer, he pressed a button on his desk. “Sandra, get in here. Now.”

A few moments later, the door opened and a middle-aged woman, different from the one who had let me in, rushed in, looking flustered.

“What is this mad woman doing in my office without my permission?” Grey demanded, looking so furious I almost skipped the fact that I was the one he was calling a mad woman.

Sandra stammered, her face was pale. “I—I’m sorry, Mr. Grey. I thought she had an appointment with you. I didn't...”

“Well I am also sorry for you and your entire miserable generation. You’re fired,” he said flatly, cutting her off.

My eyes widened as Sandra’s face crumpled. She nodded stiffly, her lips pressed together, and she left the room without another word.

How often does he do things like this? I had to put myself together, all of this was none of my business, I came here for myself. 

 Alexander turns back to me, his eyes burning with impatience. “I’ll ask you again. Who are you, and what are you doing in my office?”

 And suddenly, it hits me. 

 He doesn’t recognize me.

I tried to speak, but my throat felt so dry. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze piercing through me like he could see every secret Iwas trying to hide.

“My name is Camilla, and I am pregnant with your child.”