Trapped In His Love

1 - Pregnant?

Pregnant

6 Weeks

I stared down at the ultrasound report, feeling the way that my blood was cooling down by the second. To state that I was in disbelief, would be a complete and utter understatement. Of all the times that this could have happened, it had to happen now, when I stood on the brink of a divorce? I didn't feel like the fates had played me fairly. What was I supposed to do now?

Panic was slowly starting to set into my bones as I found myself asking a very important, very valid question: Would Austin still be willing to divorce me once he learned of it? I didn't even have to think for a significant amount of time before concluding that he would not be willing to divorce me. He would be more than willing to accept his shameless assumptions and believe that I would have done this deliberately in order to use the baby as a way to get to him, to blackmail him into staying with me.

Realizing that I was allowing myself to get caught up in my thoughts, I stuffed the report into my bag, uncaring about the damage that would occur to it from handling it in that manner. It didn't matter what state the paper was in, it wouldn't change the facts stated on it, or the truth.

As I made my way through the hospital, everything started to fade into nothingness. The cream tiles on the floor all merged into one, the bright lights shining down at me from the ceilings even dimming. I was taking deep breaths, doing my very best to remain calm about the entire situation. I couldn't do something that would betray what was happening before I knew what I was going to do.

When I finally stepped out of the hospital, my eyes immediately landed on the black Maybach that had been waiting for me the entire time that I had been inside. The back passenger windows were half-open, and judging by the cold breeze in the air, I could only begin to imagine what the inside of the car was going to feel like. And even from this distance, through the tint on the windows, I could make out the outline of the man sitting at the passenger seat—and I could feel him staring at me as I made my way to the vehicle.

I could tell that the car—and the man driving it—was doing quite a number on the eyes of the passers-by, many of them slowing down and craning their necks in order to look at the attractive man.

The flashy car, and chiseled face of a god, belonged to none other than Austin Payne.

Luckily, he didn't have the same effect on me as he did on everyone else. Why? Because I had known this man for years. I had grown so accustomed to all of this that it felt like second nature to me. And even though it wasn't easy to ignore the eyes of those watching us, I still got into the passenger seat of the car as if I belonged there—because for now, I did.

Austin Payne sat in the drivers' seat, with his glasses on, providing him the perfect form of protection. It meant that he wouldn't even have to look at me when he spoke to me, and even if he did, it would be very unlikely that he would even retain eye contact with me.

"That went faster than I expected it to."

The only thing that I did in response to his statement, was nod my head. I still felt like I didn't have enough grounding to speak, knowing that the shock of the information that I had just received, would be obvious. And I didn't want him to question me on it, because I didn't even know if I would have it in me to lie to him. But luckily, I had the perfect excuse for being here.

I handed him the contract that we had just signed with the hospital—the contract that had encouraged me to do my tests here in the first place. Our initial plan had been for me to come here on my own, especially since this case had already been delegated to me. But, as I had already pointed out, fate had a cruel plan for me today, which must have been why I had run into Austin on my way out. And him being the man that he was, he offered to drop me off on his way here.