CHAPTER FIVE: THE PREGNANT BOMBSHELL

ADRIAN

I was reviewing security footage in my office when Helen knocked urgently and didn't wait for permission to enter.

"Mr. Adrian, there's a woman here demanding to see you. She says it's urgent and she won't leave until you speak with her."

I looked up from the screens. "Tell her to make an appointment."

"She says she's pregnant with your child."

It was as if everything stopped. "What?"

"She's in the foyer and making quite a scene," Helen said, wringing her hands. "Ms. Emma is already down there."

I was moving before I could think, taking the stairs two at a time, and when I reached the foyer I saw Emma standing near the entrance with her arms crossed while a blonde woman in a tight dress gestured wildly.

"Adrian, finally," the woman said when she saw me. "We need to talk about our baby."

I stopped several feet away, studying her face and trying to place her. "Who are you?"

"Kasia," she said, like I should remember. "From Monaco, few months ago? The yacht party?"

Monaco. I'd been there for a conference and yes, there had been a party, too much alcohol, and also faces I didn't remember.

"I don't know you," I said carefully, aware of Emma watching everything with an unreadable expression.

"You knew me well enough that night," Kasia said, moving closer and placing a hand on her flat stomach. "Well enough to get me pregnant."

Emma made a sound that might have been a laugh or a scoff, and I felt heat crawl up my neck.

"This conversation needs to happen privately," I said, gesturing toward my office.

"Why? Ashamed of me? Of your child?" Kasia's voice rose and I saw staff members appearing in doorways, drawn by the drama.

"Now," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument, and Kasia huffed but followed me.

In the office I closed the door and leaned against my desk. "Start talking."

"I'm three months pregnant and you're the father," Kasia said, sitting in the chair across from me. "I want child support and I want you to acknowledge this baby publicly."

"Do you have proof?" I asked, keeping my voice level even though my mind was racing.

"Proof that you slept with me or proof that I'm pregnant?" Kasia pulled out her phone and showed me an ultrasound image. "Because I have both."

I stared at the grainy black and white image and tried to remember anything about that night in Monaco, but it was all blurred edges.

"I'll need a paternity test," I said finally.

"Fine," Kasia said, standing. "But I'm not going anywhere until we settle this, so I hope you have a guest room available."

She left before I could argue and I sat there trying to figure out how everything had gone to hell so fast.

The door opened and Luca walked in without knocking. "Want to tell me what that was about?"

"Not particularly," I said, pouring myself a drink even though it wasn't even noon yet.

Luca closed the door and locked it. "A pregnant woman shows up claiming you're the father and you think you can just brush it off?"

"It's none of your business," I said, but Luca was already crossing the room.

"Everything about you is my business," Luca said, planting his hands on the desk and leaning forward. "Especially when it involves someone else carrying your child."

"We don't know if it's mine," I said, but hearing it out loud made it feel more real.

"Did you sleep with her?" Luca asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

I didn't answer which was answer enough.

Luca moved around the desk and grabbed my shirt, pulling me up. "You fucked her."

"It was before you," I said, but Luca wasn't listening, he was kissing me hard and angry, his hands were all rough as they shoved me back against the desk.

"Before me doesn't matter," Luca said against my mouth, his hand already working my belt open. "You're mine now."

"Luca," I started, but he spun me around and bent me over the desk, his body covering mine.

"Say it," Luca demanded, his hand sliding down my spine. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm not saying anything". I responded as I gripped the edge of the desk and let him fuck away the anger and jealousy until we were both breathing hard and I couldn't think about anything except the feeling of him inside me.

After, Luca pulled away and fixed his clothes without looking at me. "That woman leaves tonight or I do." he said angrily.

He then walked out and I stayed bent over the desk trying to remember how to breathe, wondering how everything had gotten so complicated so fast.

EMMA

I found Sophia in the wine cellar doing inventory and probably hiding from the drama upstairs, and when she saw me she smiled.

"That was quite a show," Sophia said, setting down her clipboard. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I said, walking between the racks and pretending to study labels. "Adrian's personal life has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" Sophia followed me deeper into the cellar. "Because you looked pretty upset when that woman showed up."

"I was surprised, not upset," I lied, stopping at the far end.

"Emma," Sophia said softly, and when I turned she was right there, close enough to touch. "You don't have to pretend with me."

"I'm not pretending anything," I said, but my voice came out shaky.

Sophia reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're tense. Let me help you relax."

"Sophia, I don't think..." I started, but she was already kissing me, soft and sweet, nothing like the angry kiss I'd shared with Adrian.

I kissed her back, letting her press me against the wine rack.

"That's better," Sophia murmured, her lips moving to my neck. "Just let it go, Emma."

Her hand slid down my side and under my skirt, and I gasped when her fingers found my bare skin.

"Someone could walk in," I said, but it came out as a moan when Sophia's hand moved higher.

"Then you better be quiet," Sophia said, and then her fingers were sliding my underwear aside, touching my pussy which was already wet and aching.

I grabbed her shoulders for support as she circled my tilts, her mouth on my neck and her other hand holding me steady against the wine rack.

"You're so responsive," Sophia whispered, adding pressure. "I've wanted to touch you since the moment we met."

I couldn't form words anymore, I could only hold on as she worked me expertly, her fingers knowing exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply, building me toward something I desperately needed.

"That's it," Sophia encouraged, her fingers moving faster. "Come for me, Emma."

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure was getting too much.

My body was shaking against hers, and Sophia held me through it, her fingers still moving gently until I couldn't take anymore.

She pulled back slowly and brought her fingers to her mouth.

"Delicious," Sophia said, smiling. "We should definitely do this again."