Trapped By The CEO's Obsessive Love

e of nausea hit her. She lunged toward the marble sink, her hands gripping the cold edg

she slowly raised her head to look in the mirror. Her face was entirely drai

t. She took out the familiar small plastic bottle of birth control pil

bitter smell she was accustomed to was gone. Instead

pped. The blood r

the bathroom, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor of the hallw

. Reed's name, her chest tight with panic. The loading icon spun on the screen. She bit her l

ear photo of the pill in her palm and hit send. Sh

mattress, her knees weak. She stared at the scr

d's reply was brief. It is a stan

softly on the duvet. Her pupils dilated. Th

ort. A cold sweat broke out across her back. She remembered Julian standing in the doorway every single

nizing second, her heart pounding against her ribs, before she texted her best friend, Paige: "I need three pregna

m and down the hall to the entryway. She checked the video monitor, saw the building's concierge holding a white pa

n slippers. She ran back down the hall, her bare feet

ds trembled so violently that the plastic

short, shallow gasps. She laid the first test flat

es shut, her fingernails digging into her palms, praying t

line was stark, bright, and undeniab

ipped open the other two boxes. She repeated the

k at her. They looked like fres

oor. She pulled her knees to her chest, buried her face in her arms, and cried.

solute clarity that she was now permanently te

air burned her lungs. She had to survive. She cou

f toilet paper. She shoved the bundle deep into the inner pocket of her heavy winter coat hanging in the cl

tly where it had been on the middle shelf of the cab

handle. The hot water blasted from the showerhead, filling

mechanical click echoed through the apartment. T

to her throat. She reached out a