Page 23 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
So occupied, I couldn’t worry about my upcoming procedure to end my pregnancy, and so occupied, I couldn’t think about the kiss I’d shared with Alpha Damien that left me seared. Of the way the intense dislike I felt for him had rapidly faded within seconds of being in his arms, leaving me wanting, no, needing him so much that if he hadn’t almost caught a whiff of my real scent beneath my scent inhibitors, I’d have stayed in his arms and let him—
No.
No, I needed a clear head to finish the arrangements for thecelebrations. It was harder than usual to pull off because my procedure was slated for today in exactly an hour.
Matching Wendy’s irritated stare with an impassive one, I pulled up my checklist to see the tasks yet to be handled.
My heart thudded in my chest as I noticed that of the two tasks left, one would require an in-person conversation with Alpha Damien, whom I had been steadily avoiding for the past two days since the kiss had happened.
I wasn’t ready to see him. Not now. I thought fast.
“I’ll contact the decorators and check out the hall,” I stated casually. “But the confirmation of the order of events and the guest list needs to be confirmed with Mr. Blackwell. I already have it printed and—”
I’d barely gotten the words out when Wendy snatched the guest list right out of my hands, just like I’d expected.
“I will be the one to take care of Mr. Blackwell personally, not you,” Wendy called over her shoulder flippantly, already opening my office door to head out. “In the meantime, try not to make any more mistakes. Mr. Blackwell can’t keep forgiving your errors.”
Wendy’s words glanced off the knot of anxiety I felt in my chest as my phone buzzed with a reminder. I needed to head out now under the guise of checking in with the decorators to meet up with my appointment with Dr Warner.
My hands trembled, and I felt sick to my stomach. My phone continued to buzz. And buzz. And buzz.
I turned off the reminder. I couldn’t do it. I think deep down, I’d always known I couldn’t. That was why I’d kept pushing it off and delaying the decision. It was a stupid, ill-advised, and reckless decision, but I was going to keep the pregnancy.
I would have to leave this job and face possible homelessness to do it, but I didn’t care. I was keeping it. Tears filled my eyes, and my hand dipped to my belly—my office door slammed open, and a red-faced Wendy stormed in.
“He wants to talk to you,” Wendy’s voice was tight with disbelief and embarrassment.
Straightening in my seat, I stared at Wendy.
The top of her shirt had conveniently lost two buttons somewhere between her trip to Alpha Damien’s office and back, and her sizable breasts were on the verge of spilling out. It didn’t take much to put two and two together to guess she’d tried her hand at seducing Alpha Damien. I felt a strange bite of jealousy that I struggled to contain.
“What?” I questioned tersely, and Wendy’s expression grew darker still.
“Mr. Blackwell wants to discuss the order of events with you alone.” Her tone was bitter.
I blinked, her earlier words finally registering through the haze of jealousy that held me. Alpha Damien wanted to talk to me. Alone. My mind helpfully offered up a memory of the last time we’d spoken in private.
“No!” I panicked, scrambling for an excuse. “I mean, I can’t. I still have to head out to check the hotel hall reservations now and—”
Wendy flung the guest list in my face.
“Don’t bother putting up the innocent girl act with me,” she snapped sharply, and I paused, beyond perplexed.
“What are you talking about?”
Wendy leaned over my desk in a distinctly threatening motion, the edges of her lips tipping up into an ugly, condescending smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“I know men like Mr. Blackwell,” Wendy started, her voice soft and insidious. “A slip like you can’t hope to satisfy a man like that. He’ll use and discard you like the whore that you are—”
I slapped her.
Wendy grasped her cheek, staring at me with undisguised shock.
“You hit me?”
I straightened to my feet, meeting Wendy’s gaze. My temper might have gotten the better of me at the moment, but the truth was this confrontation was long overdue.
“I’ve tried to tolerate and work amicably with you, Wendy, but I’m not interested in trying anymore,” I let out a breath. “Henceforth, Iwill not do your work for you, and if you talk down to me like you did just now, I won’t stop with just a slap.”
