Suppressing Desires for the CEO

Chapter 15

Friday rolled by and I hadn't seen Scott. He had called every night just to ask if I was fine, needed help with packing, and to remind me not to lift any heavy items. I managed to get my packing done by Thursday in time for drinks with the girls. It was a much needed relief as I had pretty much stayed cooped up at home. Luckily Patrick had graciously allowed me to work from home - I knew Scott had arranged it, but I dared not ask either of them how they had come to this agreement.

The girls and I met at our local bar, and talked about Sarah moving to Miami at the end of the month, and Pam's scheduled travel to India. I didn't reveal the real story behind Scott and I as we discussed arrangements of the Engagement party next week, and I felt a little sad that we were all becoming distanced by our respective lives. As they passed their regards for me getting engaged, I wished for the first time we had chosen a restaurant as I was wishing for a sip of something strong to bring me back to sanity.

The next morning, I was up early, and after breakfast I went online to check the news and markets as I usually do. As I scrolled down a picture of me at the bar last night caught my eye, under the celebrity section. It had the heading "Pregnancy myth?" I didn't think twice before I opened and read it. It used the photo as proof that I was drinking potent cocktails all night "celebrating bagging the most eligible bachelor this side of the coast", and had chosen the local bar to "avoid being caught". It ended by stating that I couldn't be reached for comment before the story was published.

I sat back, and whiskers jumped into my lap. I was livid. This paparazzi and blogger had completely invaded my privacy and insinuated that I wasn't pregnant! I screamed for the first time this week. My angered was heightened when Linda called.

"I've taken care of it. Next time tell me when you are going out." She barked into the phone.

I looked at the phone incredulously, "I thought that was only when it was with some guy?" I mocked.

"Your social life is Dainway camp's social life. At least you know how to dress that would've been a camp disaster, or worse if you were caught throwing up." She went on.

I found my temper rising but as it did I felt a headache brew and cramps in my abdomen which had me clutching my stomach. I gritted my teeth. It didn't feel good.

"Are you done?" I managed to grind out.

"Yes. Larry is outside your door. Time for both of us to go." She hung up before I gave her a piece of my mind. I exhaled slowly and though the door-bell rang thrice, I waited for the pain to subside before getting up. I needed to go see the doctor.

I opened the door to find Larry pulling out his phone.

"I'm here." I said weakly.

"Ms Paul. You look ashen. Shall I grab your bags and take you to someone?" He said worriedly.

I nodded, grateful for the support.

An hour later I was in the gynecologist's office. I imagined how this must look if the paparazzi caught me. I imagined the headline "Insemination consulting" or something ludicrous. I didn't consider being caught by anyone else until he walked through the door right then behind the doctor the minute I called the doctor in after getting comfortable.

"Scott!" I definitely hadn't expected him - I needed to remind myself to kill Larry.

"Hi honey.." he dragged out the nick-name, causing me to cringe. It was like I had been caught doing something wrong.

Dr Patel, another traitor of the day, gestured for Scott to sit in the 'dad' seat by my side.

Scott obliged taking my hand and kissing it. I tried to pull it away but failed.