Two months passed after my moment with Isaac in my living room and I barely heard a word from him. He was supposed to help me with planning a birthday party but never came through. What the hell happened? Did I scare him off completely? Have I lost my best friend forever? Mom and dad said that they were going to stop by my place for dinner and that we would have a calm and quiet birthday dinner, just the three of us, and it sounded pretty good to me. I’ve been too down in the dumps to party, really, and anytime I need some cheering up, I go to Dominic.  I guess this collaboration turned out to be alright in the end. Sure, he’s bossy and a dom, but sometimes that’s what I need to distract myself. A part of me felt disgusting over the fact that I secretly liked being submissive, but only in the sexual way, all other ways I am in control. My assistant Louisa kept me at work longer than usual with some

Two days passed after my birthday and I was now sitting at my desk in the Claudette Reed studio, staring off into space. Yesterday I had an appointment with my gynecologist, and she confirmed that I was nine weeks pregnant. She asked if I had a support system since I went to the appointment alone, and I told her that I had an incredibly supportive family, whom I haven’t told the news to yet.  How do I tell them? Do I try to form a relationship with Dominic? How do I tell him that I’m carrying his child? The man is a pain in the ass, and not in a pleasurable way. He’s so selfish, I feel like he would refuse to accept the pregnancy and own up to his actions, and it would ruin our current relationship as business partners. I’ll tell him once the collection is finished. No, wait, that would take over a year, and I’m sure he will notice a baby bump, probably telling me to lay off the carbs o

It’s the day of dad’s fundraiser now, and I’ve spent the last two weeks coming up with scenarios that may arise with Dominic as my date and how to handle any of them professionally. I decided that should he try to put his hand on my ass at any point, I won't snap at him. Instead, I will reach back with one hand casually and instead entwine our fingers between us. Should he make a comment on something that I don’t approve of, I will hold back the look of disgust on my face and instead force a laugh. Should we be I'm anyone’s company when he does such a thing, I can playfully smack his chest and say with a smile “Isn’t he such a jokester?” I’ve never attended an event with Dominic Knight before, so I am unsure of how he behaves at events or any form of social gathering. I want to prepare for the worst, though, just in case. I&

“You’re so fortunate to not have many symptoms. I hope it stays that way for you.”“Thank you.” Whitney smiled at me gratefully.There was a considerable amount of awkward silence between the four of us as Dominic finished his drink, Whitney adored Isaac, and Isaac and I looked at each other. “Care for a dance?” Dominic asked me with his hand out after placing down his cup.I looked at Whitney and Isaac and smiled at them as I took Dominic’s hand and we walked to the dancefloor. Isaac and Whitney followed shortly behind us and began dancing as well on the other side of it.“Something's troubling you. What is it?” Dominic looked sincerely worried about me. I wonder if he took some sort of ‘I care' pill today or something to turn him human?“Nothing is wrong, I’m fine.” Dominic narrowed his eyes at me. “Is it the redhead with the man yo

Isaac POV“Baby, is something wrong?” Whitney asked as we danced together on the dancefloor. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’ve just… Been thinking.”“Yeah? About what?” She had a sparkle in her eye and a hint of a smile at the corner of her painted lips as she tilted her head an inch. I frowned. “Just…things.” “Things like?” She kept pushing me and my mind was in overload after everything that Steph had said to me. I knew that something was off about Whitney's pregnancy, but I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt and believe her when she said that she was pregnant. I had never seen any proof of her pregnancy, and a part of me was suspicious, but the part of me that knew that it was still possible for her to be pregnant with my child stopped me from ever saying anything.