ATHENA'S POV The elevator dings softly as it opens onto the private parking level and my heart thunders in my chest... perhaps even louder than the seemingly loud sounds of my footsteps. I clutch the strap of my duffel bag tighter than I'm already holding it, feeling every nerve in my body wound up tight.I’m almost there, I'm almost there, I say, repeating it over and over again in my head.The driver’s side door to the pure black car Xander bought “for my comfort” is already unlocked— thanks to the spare key that I swiped days ago just in case.I move quickly, opening the door and tossing the bag into the passenger seat. Then I get in and my hands start to tremble again as I slide in behind the wheel and fumble to start the engine.Freedom is just seconds away from me but the second I reach for the gear shift, I hear the elevator ding again and a figure quickly starts walking my way.I freeze and then in seconds the driver’s side door beside me is pulled open.... And my lungs li
ATHENA'S POV I stand frozen in the hallway, with my hands on belly trembling. I don’t even remember how I got here—whether I followed instinct, or suspicion, or something else. But now I know.And the way Xander is looking at me as if I’ve already slipped through his fingers tells me everything I need.But I still want him to tell me with his words.He should tell me just how long he'd been fooling me.“I asked you a question,” I say, my voice coming out quiet and tight. “How long have you known?”He doesn’t speak. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticks at the side of his face, but nothing comes out of his mouth.He just stays silent.“You knew about the genetic contract,” I whisper. “You knew that they picked me, that I wasn’t just some random mistake. That someone chose me— and you didn’t tell me?"Xander moves closer to me, going away from the door he was standing in front of. “Athena, it wasn’t like that.”“No?” I ask and laugh, the sound seeming so broken to my own ears. “Then ex
XANDER'S POVI slam the mahogany door behind me so hard that the frame shudders.“My son,” Richard says without looking up, flipping through a stack of papers like he’s reviewing a dinner menu, and not playing god with my life. “Took you long enough.”“I should break your fucking jaw.”I definitely should, with sort of text he sent me.Fuck it, he's even sitting in the guest office room with paper work on the desk as if this is his house and he lives here.Who let him in here anyway? I'll fire that person straight away after I'm done with him.He should be down in the living room, not here while he lifts his eyes lazily to meet mine. “Language, Xander. You’ll be a father soon.”I don’t move though I want to. My fists clench tightly by my sides as the high amount of anger inside me pulses.I'm barely holding my own self from doing anything physically damaging to the man in front of him.I've never been close to him, but right now I can't even can him my father.Athena doesn't know i
I wake up before dawn even though I’m not supposed to.... especially not with the sedatives Xander had Camille slip into my nightly tea which were little and just enough to keep me calm. However my body and my heart just have other timing to wake up; blame it on the early morning shift I always took at the hospital.My fingers tremble as I stare at the door to my room but I don’t move... because I can feel the heat from Xander right behind me.He’s in my bed, not touching me and not speaking either but he's near enough to swallow all the air in the room and away from my lungs.I think he doesn’t know I'm awake.“You’re tense,” he murmurs into the quiet atmosphere of the room, his voice sounding rough from sleep.It seems like he spent the night in my bed with me.My breath catches, and his hand skims my hip, spreading warmth through my cotton nightshirt.“I didn’t hear you come in,” I whisper, only remembering seeing him leave but not coming back.“You were already asleep,” he says,
Since this is a penthouse, the elevator always goes downstairs from up here.However the elevator that leads up to the rooftop is only secured between 11 p.m. and 6 a.m. If I time it right, I can get out through the maintenance stairwell that Xander probably thinks I don’t know exists.It's still around midnight so the whole place is quiet outside my room door.Thinking this through, I rush out of the bathroom and back into my room.Then I go over to my bed, pressing a pillow under the blankets so that it will look like I'm still in bed sleeping soundly. The babies kicks once, as if it's sensing my plan, and my heart hammers in my chest as I place a hand over my belly.“I’m getting us out,” I whisper.I walk on my tiptoes across the room, avoiding making to much noise as I pull open my dresser, take out an oversized hoodie and throw it on.Then I slip into a pair of black flats, tuck my burner phone into my bra and head out.I reach the stairwell, my heart pounding wildly in my ches
I’m not a prisoner.That’s what I keep telling myself, but I know very well that I'm just lying to myself, especially this time that I hear the electronic lock click behind me.“You need to rest,” Xander had said this morning as he kissed my forehead and handed me a schedule like I was some sort of obedient little house wife.Remembering it again now, I scoff.A “calm” day, according to him was yoga at ten, vitamins at eleven, prenatal appointment at two and a nap by four. God, this man's version of care feels very much like a trap with spiky ropes.I stare out the window of my room with my arms folded over my chest---- which by the way is a very uncomfortable pose for a pregnant woman, so I pull my arms down immediately.The city pulsing below me looks just like a world I used to belong to, a world where I listened to patients, and carried out surgeries...Life was good then; it was dull and plain, but good. But now, even my thoughts feel as if they're being monitored, both by who