Theirs to keep

"I'm pregnant"

She said in the calmest voice she could muster with her blue eyes looking everywhere else but his.

Paul Costa's grey eyes shot up to the woman before him, easing his back onto the chair in his huge office.

The Woman has been working for him for the past six years since he became the executive director of Costa Incorporation. There was something different about her this afternoon, perhaps it was the way she styled her hair or the Color of her eyes, He had never seen her without her glasses. That was probably why she seemed so different. Heck! It could even be the perfume she was wearing, it was jasmine.

Paul couldn't remember if her hair had always been this black or her eyes this blue. He wasn't sure if any of those things were attributed to the difference he saw in her, But then, he had never paid any attention to her, all he knows was that she could do her job right, she was the 'perfect assistant' and that was why she still worked for him after 6 years.

Stephanie Hathaway had been working for Paul Costa since she left college. She was his assistant and in all her years of working for him, she had never seen him smile. He was stoic and huge and intimidating with his 6'5 height. She remembered that night when she saw another side of her boss.

 He wasn't that intimidating scary handsome devil anymore, in his place was this charming, loving demigod who made love to her as if nothing else mattered.

"Surely you can work for a few more weeks until we find your replacement."

It was a statement rather than a question. There was no bump which means she wasn't far gone and would be able to work. So it was the pregnancy that made her different, Paul thought.

Stephanie swallowed hard, "I'm pregnant with your baby sir."

Paul's head shot up instantly, glaring at her. How dare she joke with him? Had she no regard for him anymore? for someone who seemed to be afraid of him all the time, this joke was too much

"Have you gone nuts?" He growled and his eyes darkened. "I swear sir this is no joke. I am telling the truth" Stephanie stuttered, refusing to look at him. Of course, it would be difficult to recognize her that night.

 She looked different that night, she had replaced her usual nerdy glasses for contact lenses, dyed and styled her hair, and put on some makeup, it was a transformation! the personal assistant was gone, in her place was a goddess! She loved how she looked.

Moreover, she was speaking with an accent which made it much more difficult to recognize her. He wouldn't have spoken to her,much more making love to her if he knew it was his assistant. She only did that with him because she had fantasized about him for so long that when he made a move on her she didn't do anything to stop him.

"We met at the hexagon on the 13th of July at approximately 11 pm, we then left for the troupe hotel where we did it" She explained quickly.  

Paul glared at her with anger,his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes darkened. This joke was becoming too much,he thought.

He had been at Hexagon club that day where he met a woman with too much makeup and red hair. He remembered her clearly because of her accent and her hair, it was fiery red.

They never exchanged names or personal information but he knew he could recognize that woman anywhere and she was not his assistant. That woman was a tigress in bed.

 "We bumped into each other at the entrance of the club, I finished dancing and went to the bathroom when I bumped into you again on my way out,you laughed and said you wanted to buy me a drink. We went back to the bar, I had tequila and you had vodka. I was wearing a short red sleeveless dress and I dyed my hair red......i spoke with an accent," she narrated,still avoiding his eyes.

Paul frowned and his forehead wrinkled as realization dawned on him. "It was you?!" He yelled. "How!!!??"

Stephanie nodded silently. He looked closely at her, her eyes! The same blue eyes he had been enchanted by that night. The eyes he had looked at as he made sweet love to her.

 "How dare you!!" He growled as anger pulsed through his veins. Stephanie shuddered, about to cry. "How do I even know that you aren't telling a lie right now?" He exclaimed and even as he questioned her , he knew without a doubt that she was the woman he met that night.

Paul chuckled throatily, "How can I be so sure that I am responsible for that pregnancy which you so claim to have?".

He imagined his face plastered on every tabloid and newspaper with the caption "Paul Costa, Multimillionaire and executive director of Costa incorporations impregnates personal Assistant" and other ridiculous headlines that would be printed.

Stephanie whimpered. She looked like she was about to cry. "You are the only one I have slept with in years And we didn't use protection!!" She exclaimed.

Paul studied her face. She was telling the truth, He knew that. Stephanie had never told a lie, so what would she gain by doing that now and why on earth did he have to sleep with her of all persons? And why did she have to be pregnant?!!. He was rich and successful and any greedy woman would jump at an opportunity to entrap him.

For all he knew she might have slept with other men, gotten pregnant for one of them but because he was the most eligible bachelor she would pin the pregnancy on him to get money out of him.