Rejected But Pregnant

Kylie's POV

Sara took out the final thing from the box and placed her Paris-winter snow globe on the bedside table neatly as she hummed the tune of Back To Life.

"And I'm bringing you back.. to life.. OOOoooOOhhhhh…"

"And what are you singing now?" Clara discreetly asked as she furrowed her eyebrows. Penelope stood tall in her five inch heels adding to her 5'3'' height. Her long sleek black hair tied into a high bun. The pencil skirt and blue satin shirt only accentuate her petite body. Descended from the African and Asian line, amplifies her rowdy . She placed the handle bag on Sara's table still waiting for her reply.

"Shoes off! Shoes are not welcome in my room!" Sara alarmed.

"Jeez, chill out. It's just shoes girl. Chill!" Penelope took off her shoes, casually threw it outside to the living room then she let herself fall onto Sara bed while Clara gave her a sharp stare.

"So what are you up to, what's the box for?" Clara pointed to the empty card box lying on the floor in Sara's simple and plain bedroom.

"Ohh I just quit." Sara replied lightly, continued tidying up and gave final touches on her table. Clara waited for her friend to elaborate her statement but Sara seemed to be uninterested and continued fiddling with the clips on her table before leaving the room with the dejected Clara.

"Wh- You can't just drop a bomb and leave me dying here just like that! I'm basically scalding here. Spill!" Clara pouted watching her friend walked into the kitchen opening the fridge door.

"Well, I finally quit my job today. You know how I can't stand him any longer. Each minute spent in that office is like taking away my precious years of well-being. And you did not see how extra temperamental he was today. Gosh!" She revolted.

"And with Mamie's condition, I just feel that it's the perfect time to start new." She recalled back to her conversations with her grandmother a few days earlier.

Clara watched as Penelope started to slice the chicken breast into smaller pieces, chopping the garlic and tossing the pasta to a boil.

"Yeah, your grandma surely understand you better than yourself and just wants the best for you. I guess she just wants you to finally pursue your dream rather than having to stand that rude, annoying, arrogant yet handsome, good-looking, attractive, fine, charming, perfect boss of yours. Damn, I would melt just at the sight of him." She trailed off without paying much attention to her friend who has dumbfoundedly dropped her jaws.

"Gosh, were you even listening to me every time I told you how rude he was, or how he just seem to enjoy to humiliate others or how he has no tolerance for any mistake at all. He is just condescending, arrogant, rude and.. and pure evil!" She continued to toss her pasta with much exasperation.

"Damn girl, I heard you alright, and I also happen to remember how he's voted as one of the most wanted bachelor of 2019 and 2018! If only I get the chance to meet him! Ugh!"

They continued to bicker while eating the savoury chicken alfredo pasta that Audrey prepared before making amends and went to their separated rooms.

Sara took a quick shower, changed into her loose tank top and grey shorts then laid herself down on the queen sized bed. Letting her thoughts wonder before drifting to sleep. Reflecting back to the days working for a the Loius corporation straight after graduation and worked her way up to the Managing Director position in an impressive three years' time. The pressure of being impeccable throughout her whole year of being the Managing Director was due to her demanding and insolent boss. Ever since she was promoted to the Managing Director position last year, she was introduced to the sole successor of the Loius corporation, and has been answering to the boss himself, Benard Loius. She relished her time working at Loius Corporation with her co-workers, employer and other staffs. The only thing that is making her hate her work was the CEO himself. Once, she witnessed how her boss threw the files to the floor because it was the wrong file that was brought by his marketing staff. There was also a time when he demeaned her fellow employer for being incompetent and fired him immediately regardless the many years he had worked for Louis Corporation. She felt terrible for Justin as she somehow felt responsible for his dismissal. Her project proposal was chosen over his, while he was discredited and humiliated. Most of the time, she would often stand up to her boss when nobody else even dared to say a word. She cannot comprehend how someone could be so mean to others.

"Excuse me, Mr Louis, perhaps you don't have to make that poor girl cry." Sara flared as she saw Betty, the accountant staff cried her way out of the meeting room.

"Well, she should at least understand the job description of an accountant before she even applied to work as one! Such idiot!" He adamantly stated.

"I simply cannot understand how your mind think, sir." She mumbled.

"That is why, I am here and you are there, Miss Clara. Now, is there anything else regarding this meeting? If not, all other comments can be kept to yourself." He stood up and started walking out of the meeting room.

Sometimes she wondered how she still had her job until now, and slowly her eyes closed, drifting off to sleep.

I should have known that something fishy was up. In some twisted way, I was not as surprised as I ought to be because this had his name written all over him. I was sort of angry because I had not figured it out sooner myself.

I looked at him through furious eyes. "This is some kind of joke right? Why did you do this?"

He smirked. "Is that how you respond to my generous gesture?"

"Generous my ass, Mark. I cannot believe you would do this! I'm so out of here." I turned on my heel to leave but his voice interrupted me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said in a clipped tone.

I whipped my head around so fast, that I could have sworn I heard it crack. "And why would I not be allowed to walk out of here?"

He rose from his chair and walked over to sit in front of his desk.

"Because I said so. I hired you as my P.A and now you're just going to turn the job down? So ungrateful." He said, matter-of-factly.

I just scoffed and turned back around to leave, but what he said this time made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Walk out that door, and I guarantee that you'll never work in this country."

I begrudgingly turned back around, and found his gray orbs looking at me in a challenging manner. Oh, so now he was threatening me

"How dare you!" I fumed. "You couldn't possibly do that, moreover I know Mr Smith will call me back some day." I said and Mark laughed

"As a matter of fact, I can. I have enough power and money to crush all your job opportunities in the blink of an eye. I tried being nice, but now you leave me no choice, Kylie."

"Do you think I actually want to work for you, after what you just said. Who do you think you are? You can't just order me around and dictate my life. I'm not your wife anymore!"

"Look," he began, standing up and walking closer to me.

"I get that you despise me and I'm the reason for your financial status. That's why I hired you, so I can make up for all the time wasted these past years. I just want to right my wrongs." He admitted earnestly.

I scoffed once again. "As if I'm gonna believe that crap. Listen, I'm not just gonna accept your oh so generous job offer and be at your beck and call 24/7."

"You have to, and you will. Don't make me follow through with my threat." He voiced icily. By now he was only about a foot away from me.

I threw him a cold look.

"You were a manipulative bastard and I see you still haven't changed. I wish I'd never met you." I spat venomously.

His deep, and dark laugh resonated in the office. And damn, did it sound so sexy.

"I'm just trying to change your opinion of me but I see you will forever be so damn judgemental."

"And you think literally forcing me to work for you will change anything? It sounds almost as bad as being married to you." Ugh! He always brought out the worst in me.

He stepped even closer, so that now we were face to face.

"You never complained when I was hovering over you, making you writhe with pleasure."

A blush crept all the way up my face, probably making me look like a fire truck. That was just below the belt and utterly embarassing.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.

"That's Mr Bastard to you, Ms Carter." He smiled triumphantly. He turned away and began walking back to his desk.

"Being my personal assistant is a very demanding job. I expect nothing but perfection from all my employees, especially you. I sincerely hate fuck-ups and tardiness. Every morning, you will be here at 7 a.m on the dot or before that. As soon as I enter my office at 8 a.m, I expect to see a steaming hot cup of black coffee by my desk and you will tell me how my day looks like. And you were right about being at my beck and call 24/7. You will be in charge of scheduling meetings, organising my mail, typing my emails etcetera. Before you ask, you will receive a weekly pay check of $4 000 dollars." By the end of his oh so informative rant, he was seating at his desk, peering at me.

I had to say this, but this job pays so well. It trully is a tempting offer, minus the part about being forced to do it.

I sighed defeatedly.

"Fine. I'll do it, but it will just be for the main time"

He grinned at me. "Great. You can start of by going through today's agenda, which you will find in the computer sitting at your desk. I will send someone to show you around the building. Get to work, Miss Carter." He pointed at the door.

I rolled my eyes at his formality and turned to leave. Before I could even take a step. I heard him groan.

"Did you know that those pants are too tight and make your ass look so huge?" He asked, gruffly.

Now it was my turn to smirk. I began to walk to the door, purposefully swinging my hips seductively and pushing my butt back too. I placed my hand on the door handle and gave him a sly sideways look.

"Get used to the view, sir." I purred, and sent him a flirtatious wink.

I chuckled to myself as I pushed the handle down, and walked out of his office. Bryce had no idea what he had just started but two can certainly play that game.

He really had no shame making such seductive remarks to me. Though I couldn't deny just how heat seeped through the thickness of my skin instantly at his words. I would have loved to conclude those sexual preferences were for Betty but his occasional meaningful glances towards me said it all. By now we were all done eating and I couldn't be anymore glad. I don't think I could hold back the intimate memories I shared with that bastard from resurfacing any longer.

"I bet you guys must feel pretty tired after such a long journey. You can all rest while I do the dishes," I said breaking the monopoly of the silence that had enveloped the entire room.

"That's a great idea. Can we have a girls night out tomorrow? We really have a lot to catch up to do and you still owe me a story of your ex-husband," Betty declared earning my attention.

"Oh sure I'd love to Trust me I have lot to tell you about him,"I could feel Victor's eyes burning holes on me but I refused to glance at him.

This would be the chance to finally tell my best friend about his so called boyfriend. His drop down good looks could easily fool anyone about the heartless being he really is. I took the utensils and began walking towards the kitchen.

"Hun?" I paused to look at Luke.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" he questioned.

"Just go and rest . I got this. Besides its the least I can do after you prepared breakfast and lunch for all of us,"

"If you say so," I half smiled as I walked into the kitchen.

I had to gather my thoughts adequately. The anger in me was making it hard to think properly. Calming myself down I cleaned the dishes my thoughts jumbled. After I was done I wiped my hands with a clean kitchen towel before slowly walking upstairs to my room. I closed the door behind me but on turning I wasn't surprised at who I found waiting for me.

"What do you want Mark?" I sighed walking towards him.

"Can't I drop by and see my girl once in a while?" That jerk had the nerve to actually call me his girl.

My pent up anger got the better of me as I strode up to the bed and straddled him. He looked up at me taken by surprise before his face broke up in a seductive grin the damn grin that had caught me in the first place. I had to blink repeatedly to calm myself down.

"Mmm… You know I love this position," his mumbled in a rather deep and sexy voice.

"And you'll love more what am gonna do next you jerk!" he didn't have a time to open his lips before I began raining blows on his face.

He didn't even try to get me off him probably because he knew he deserved it. When I grew tired he just smiled.

"Always a wild cat I see," he remarked.

I turn to get off him but the next thing I knew I was flipped over and he was on top of me. It took me a few seconds to comprehend the position we were currently in. His hot breath fanned my face before I was momentarily frozen. His fingers trailed hot lines from my forehead down to my eyes then nose and lingered at my lip glossed naturally pink lips. My eyes closed and all I could feel the butterflies in my stomach multiplying rapidly.

What are you doing Mark?

What are you doing?

I mentally slapped myself forcing myself to open my eyes blinking rapidly. I tried to push him off me but I was no much to the solid mass of his muscles.

"What is wrong with you Victor?" I questioned bitterly.

"I know you still love me Pearl," he muttered much to my building up rage making me laugh bitterly.

"Love? You should get it in your head or rather in your balls that I don't love you anymore. After all you did to me you expect me feeling to remain the same? You need your balls checked," I stated as matter of factl.

"Slow down. What's with the attack on my balls? Last I checked you were so crazy about them,"

"Oh really now? Do you ever stop thinking using your balls?"

"I can't help it when you are around. Your presence always seem to get the attention of Victor Jr," I felt my cheeks heat up.

His mouth dipped suddenly to the crook of my neck nuzzling it. Trailing kisses on it I felt his hands drawing soft lines on my right arm as every fiber in my body came alive with so much ferocity. Unimaginable strong currents of electricity took charge of my body. A gasp left my throat. A gasp? Or was it a moan? This jolted my mind awake. Taking advantage of his lose position I pushed him as he fell on the other side of the bed before suddenly jumping off the bed like I was on fire. Literally speaking I was really on fire, How could I even let him do this to me?

He looked at me surprised as he sat up before his face went expressionless while he kept watching me.

"You actually have got some nerve!" I spat shaking my thoughts to become clear.

He smirked getting off the bed walking up to me. I stepped back as he took a step towards me.

"Stop stepping away from me Mark. Eventually we'll reach the wall and you'll be trapped in my arms. Can you just imagine that position?" He pocketed still watching me, a smirk already building up his lips.

He looked at me surprised as he sat up before his face went expressionless while he kept watching me.

"You actually have got some nerve!" I spat shaking my thoughts to become clear.

He smirked getting off the bed walking up to me. I stepped back as he took a step towards me.

"Stop stepping away from me Mark. Eventually we'll reach the wall and you'll be trapped in my arms. Can you just imagine that position?" He pocketed still watching me, a smirk already building up his lips.

"Don't take another step forward Luke. You have no shame at all. Just get out of my room,"I muttered in rage taking a step further away from him.

"Are you mad at me Mark?" really now? He knows the answer already.

"God! Am so damn mad at you Luke," I answered gritting my teeth.

"Is that the lie you are telling yourself Pearl?" I gave him a confused stare. I was fuming and he had to say that?

"We both know you are mad at yourself for not being able to resist me even after four years," he muttered before walking out of my room.