The Nurse?

"There's something I want you to know, I feel like you should know this, it might help you in the future, it's really important"

Little Taylor listened attentively, whatever her mother was dying to say felt really important.

Turning her heart away from the children playing, she focused on her mother.

"When I was carrying you in my womb, a lot of things happened, a lot of people were against me giving birth to you.."

Taylor did not understand.

How would anyone not want a sweet beautiful girl like her.

Nevertheless, she listened as her mother continued. 

"I chosed you over them, because I love you very much, I do not regret bringing you to this world.

"In life, there's a whole lot of choices, I can choose what to have and what not to, the most important thing is following your heart, even in the face of the most difficult choices, choose what your heart says, what your heart whispers to you" 

The moment Taylor opened her eyes. She saw him towering over her, a look of concern on his face.

Taylor thought she was dreaming not till she got into a coughing fit, releasing all the water that had gone down her system.

Her eyes were not playing tricks on her.

He was there, staring at her.

His curly hair wet, his clothes too were wet, Taylor was speechless.

Her heart raced, her mind was blank, there was something about his aura, his presence enveloped her as it had done that night.

"Are you.. okay? He asked

The deep sound of his melodious voice and the way he was staring at her brought back memories that she didn't like to remember.

"I'm... I'm okay" she stammared, standing up to her feet.

She felt weak, but still she wanted to be far away from him as possible,  

He stood up, not giving her the chance, she was to weak to even execute her thought of walking away without a backward glance.

The first step she took proved futile, the chilly air worsened the situation, Taylor was shivering from head to toe.

"Let me help" the sound of his voice send shivers running down her spine again..

"No... no" Taylor eplied quickly, still he did not waver, he reached out for her and swept her off her feet, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Taylor was too cold to argue or fight her way away from his arm, instead she shivered, not missing out his manly scent from the brown leather Jacket he wore.

He was drenched, they were both drenched.

* * * * * *

Entering his suite, Zan released her from his hold.

What would have happened if he hadn't found her?

He removed his leather jacket tossing it in the couch, running his hands in his hair.

If he had not saved her, his dear hotel, would have been broadcasted by the media, leaving a mar on his reputation.

He'll take care of this mess later, the woman in front of him was freezing, her long hair wet, the curvy gown she wore clinging to her skin.

She looked familiar.

Be had seen her before, he just could not remember when and where.

He took up his phone, dialed a number and his Maids came in.

They could handle the rest.

Stepping out, he met Mark.

"Sir.... the guests!

" What's wrong? Zan asked.

"They're waiting..... your clothes?

" Don't worry, attend to the guests"

" I can't!

"You're the one they want to see"

Zan chuckled..

" I know you want to step on that stage"

" Go on"

"You.. you're coming right? Mark was pleased, he was going to represent the biggest man in Texas on stage. 

"I'll join you shortly, there's something I need to attend to" Zan stared at his phone.

" Why do you look so worried? Mark asked.

"Is Stephanie pregnant?

"Markkk". Zan frowned

"I'll go handle the guest's Sir" 

Mark bowed politely and left with a smile..

He knew how his Boss felt about issues concerning marriage or kids.

But still he knew that Zan had something in mind..

The Dalmonte's wanted an heir and Mark knew that Zan was definitely going to give in.

Biting her lips, Taylor changed into the new outfits, choosen by the maid.

They attended to her with utmost care.

The cold vanish, she felt warm again, she declined the food they served, and her eyes went over the room admiring the cool decorations, the portraits on the wall and the neat tiles on the floor.

As the door opened, Taylor's heart started that rhyme again.

Right in front of her was Zan Dalmonte, he'd changed into a blue shirt, 

He looked so good Blue, his dreamy eyes, and the curly black hair.

Standing up to her feet, Taylor decided that it was the perfect time to go.

"Thank you very much" she held her wet clothes that had been packaged neatly for her.

"I need to go now" 

"Wait" he stopped her.

"You don't look too well, I've called the nurse already"

Taylor panicked.

"No need..."

"I'll let you go right after that" he stared at his phone.

Panicking, Taylor held her breath, her secrets were about to be out, in front of the very man, she'd been avoiding.

She had to look for a way out of this mess, she could not afford to let him know about the baby!

" She's here " He looked up , oblivious of her worries.

There was no other way out!

Taylor was terrified.

She had to say something, to do something.

Before she could do anything, the door opened and the nurse came in with a smile on her face