On Air A Pregnancy Romance Thriller

CHAPTER 1

***ALEX***

“Let’s get married,” Nathan said, looking straight into my eyes as though he meant it. Well, for a moment there, I did wish he did. But the circumstances that led us here, to this conversation sure enough made it clear to me in my mind that we’re two worlds apart.

I stood there lost for words and my voice, not because I was surprised by the outburst, but because I did wish those words were truly meant.

“I’m sorry?” I said it in the most subtle tone, more like a whisper. The files in my hands felt too heavy to hold, my heels, usually my armor against the corporate battlefield, now seemed too delicate to support me. But I held his gaze, searching for the joke in his eyes that never came.

“Let’s get married, Alex,” he said again, his gaze not leaving mine. “I need a bride, and you need a home.”

His words, so blunt and devoid of romance, pierced through the fantasy I had allowed myself to indulge in. Was this all I was to him? A convenient solution to his problem?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember telling you I was homeless, Mr. Bennett; I’m very much not homeless,” I replied, now finding my voice and balance.

“For now...” he said, in a mutter, almost as though he was talking to himself and not to me, but I shook it off. Now I felt insulted; he’s my boss, yes, and I’m just a secretary; he’d made that clear since day 1 when I started working here.

Shaking out of my thoughts, I knew I had to get out of there; the atmosphere was uncomfortable already.

“This is the file for the list of possible companies we could support, sir,” I said, his gaze leaving mine, he turned to the files I had placed on the table.

“If that will be all, sir, I’d like to take my leave,” I added, without sparing me a moment's look, he raised his hand to signal my exit, and I, without thinking twice, turned and left.

Striding to my office, just a whisper away from his, I couldn’t help but let my mind race. The richest under-30 CEO in New York City had just asked me—his secretary—to be his bride. Was he rehearsing his proposal for someone else? Was this some kind of twisted joke meant to amuse him?