"Ma, you're one month expecting”The physician said.
Emma Robert held the results of her test, her gaze fixed on it. She sat in front of her doctor.
Was she actually expecting?
How could she be so careless?
The physician, observing her depressed demeanor, politely stated, "Madam, it's not simple for you to get pregnant considering your health. I recommend that you think about retaining the child.
Emma wasn't sure if she was fortunate or unlucky, given how simple it was to become pregnant. She said, "I will give it some thought," and then stood up
“Thank you doctor. I’ll take my leave now” she muttered and left the hospital in a haste. She bite her lower lip.
Just a month ago, she missed her period. She was worried that she had to buy a Pregnancy Test Strip before heading to the office today.
When she arrived at the office earlier today, she tested herself and found out she was pregnant.
She doubted it and came to the hospital for confirmation. The nurses ran the blood test on her and it had just be confirmed.
“I’m really pregnant”
Emma came back to work and met her working place in chaos.
"Someone's expecting on this floor!"
"How did you know?"
"I saw the test kit in the toilet!"
She had just stepped into the office building when she heard these words.
Emma stopped in her tracks and lifted her eyes to look at the two interns who had been talking just now.
As soon as the interns saw her looking at them, their expressions immediately dropped as they dipped their heads and resumed their work.
Emma then recollected herself and entered her office.
Her phone wouldn't stop ringing with notifications. She tapped on the notification bar and realized that someone had spread the news into their office group chat.
If there was one thing this office didn't lack, it was the sheer volume of gossip every day.
Emma stared as more and more people joined in the discussion in the group chat. She could hear her head throbbing.
She'd been too careless. She should have wrapped the test in paper towels before throwing it away in the trash.
If Mr. Terence Bonston learned about this, she didn't even want to think about the trouble she'd get into with him.
The assistant knocked on the door and entered her office. "Ms. Emma, Mr. Bonston would like to see you in his office."
Emma’s hands under the table clenched into fists.
"Ms. Emma?" The assistant called again.
Emma hummed and said, "Okay, I got it."
…
Emma stood at the door to the CEO's office and took a deep breath. But before she could even knock, the door swung open from the inside.
Mr. Bonston chief secretary then walked out of the room.
He looked at her and said;
"Ms. Emma, the CEO is waiting for you inside."
Emma smiled and replied, "I know. Thank you."
The office was filled with the scent of musk from the burning incense.
Terence must have had some to drink during lunch. He was now lying back against the couch, his legs lazily bent toward the side. His black shirt was half untucked, making him look slightly disheveled yet seductive at the same time.
His eyes were only half open, but even then, his side profile was simply to die for.
Emma sighed. It was no wonder Terence was always surrounded by pretty women.
He was the perfect package, after all, not just in power and social status but also in his looks and body proportions.
Any woman who looked at him would feel her legs turn into jelly.
The only problem was that Mr. Terence Bonston was a cold and ruthless creature. He had never opened up his heart to any women around him.
And that included her as well.
"Come here," he ordered emotionlessly.
Emma recollected her thoughts and walked over to him.
"Is there anything I may help you with, Mr. Bonston?"
Terence’s lips curled up into a smirk. He tugged her down into his lap and snuck his hands under her prim and proper office wear.
Emma’s expression was tense. She knew Terence too well.
As long as he had something to drink, he would always want to sleep with her after. It didn't matter if it was in the middle of the day.
And every time he was done in bed, he would return to his sober self, and his hangover would disappear.
She supposed this was a way of curing someone of their tipsiness that was unique to Terence.
"I still have a meeting to attend later," Emma said, stopping him.
However, Terence was already nibbling at the side of her neck. "If that's the case, you need to hurry up."
Then, he kissed on the spot he'd just nibbled.
"Don't leave marks."
Terence chuckled, his breath stinking of wine.
"If you'll just do as I say, then I won't leave any marks on you."
Emma dug her nails into herself to control her body from responding needily to him.
"But I'm not feeling well today. Can I just use my hand instead?"
Terence narrowed his eyes. The hint of tipsiness in his eyes was gone.
However, they were dark with lust.
"You're not feeling well? Are you on your period? It shouldn't be coming yet."
He then reached farther into her clothes to check if she was on her period.
After he was done checking, his face turned dark and grim.
"You just don't want to do it, do you?"
Emma repeated, "I have a meeting later with Hades Finn. We're going to talk about the terms of our contract, and it's going to take up quite some energy."
Terence just placed his chin on her shoulder lazily as he swiftly and familiarly unhooked her underwear from under her clothes.
"You've worked hard, Ms. Emma," he said, still not letting go of her. In fact, he only got more aroused and touched her everywhere.
Emma was silent for a brief moment. She knew that there was no escaping today.
"Then, go easy on me today."
"Would it make you feel less unwell if I went easy on you?"
Terence looked and acted his part like a well-mannered gentleman. However, he was wild in bed.
Every time they were in bed, he would talk dirty to her to make her blush and attack her until she was sore from the inside out.
As of now, Emma’s circumstances had changed. She was terrified of him.
"Fine, I'll be gentle this time. But if you beg me to do you harder later, don't blame me for being a beast."
Emma’s face and neck turned as red as a tomato.
Terence loved it when her usual pale complexion flushed a bright red.
He leaned forward and licked her earlobe before capturing it between his lips.
Emma felt goosebumps prickling from her skin from the wet, warm attack on her ear. Terence just laughed in response.
"You're so sensitive."
He then held her chin and pressed his lips against hers.
The taste of wine invaded her mouth. She was slightly reluctant and struggled this time.
Terence must have felt her reluctance. He grabbed her arm and yanked her against his body. Emma grunted in pain.
"Terence, gentler, please."
However, he pulled her even more roughly against himself. "Darling, behave."
Emma went weak whenever he called her "Darling". Terence finally seemed pleased with her behavior and carried her into his restroom.
…
It was a whole hour later when they were finally done.
Terence had tired Emma out so much that she leaned against his body while all covered in sweat.
Meanwhile, his hands kept wandering all over her body.
"Why were you spacing out so much today?"he asked.
Emma was quiet for a bit. Then, she propped herself up and got to her feet, wobbling over to her clothes on the floor and picking them up.
"Mr. Bonston, have you ever thought about marrying and starting a family?"
Terence eyes frosted over immediately.
"No. Why?"
His answer couldn't have been more straightforward.
Emma felt a chill through her bones.
She knew that he would never marry her. He would also never want children. Still, she wanted to test the waters.
"No reason. Just voicing my thoughts out loud."
Afterward, she pulled her clothes over herself and stepped into the toilet.
Emma touched her lower belly. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. She just knew there was a throb in her heart that was starting to spread.
"Didn't you say you had a meeting to attend? Why are you spacing out?"
Terence appeared at the door.
He was buttoning his shirt—another clean, crisp shirt.
Emma hurriedly removed her hand from her belly and turned around to look at him.
After she was sure he wasn't looking at her suspiciously, she sighed in relief and said, "Mr. Hades Finn is a tough nut to crack. I might end up working overtime today."
Terence just hummed nonchalantly.
Emma tidied herself up and splashed some cold water on her face. She waited until the blush on her face faded before walking out of the toilet.
At the door, Mr. Bonston suddenly called out to her, stopping her in her tracks.
"I heard that someone was expecting on your floor. It's not you, is it?"
He said and Emma’s back went stiff when she heard that.