Chapter 77 ~ That night

ALEX

I'm many things, but stupid is not one of them. I also know what it takes to have a

baby, and I've never touched Leah, nor have I ever kissed her.

Is she another liar?

I clench my hands into fists as I step back, feeling disgusted at women's

desperation to have anything.

"Get out of my office." I growl.

"Alex, the child is really yours." She pushes, ignoring my cold glare.

"I've never touched you Leah, it takes semen to knock someone up, and I'd know

if I placed my dick where it shouldn't be." My voice is cold even to my ears.

Leah flinches but maintains her stance. Is she dense or what?

"Remember that night?"

"What night?"

Leah sighs, looking hurt like I just slapped her. She moves behind and takes a seat on the couch.

"Remember that night when you came home so angry, I tried to comfort you with my body. We were in the heat of the moment, and I ended up getting pregnant. I couldn't tell you because Athena had just gotten pregnant too. So I left to give birth abroad."

That's impossible.

My dick has only known and only reacts to Athena. Fuck, even after so many months she's still in my fucking brain, drilling every thought inside me.

I hate her so much.

"I know this is not the best time to give you this news. But I couldn't do this alone. You Know my family's reputation and now everyone is judging me for having a child out of wedlock."

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Your family's reputation? You think I give a damn about that right now?"

but I don't

expect me to believe that I slept with you, got you pregnant, and just conveniently forgot?"

stares at me, eyes glistening with something between desperation

was no fucking night, Leah!" My voice rises, my control slipping. "I would remember if I

Silence.

uneven. Leah looks

she whispers. "So fucking drunk, Alex. You

Drunk.

dragging something dark and hazy with it.

forget sleeping with someone? Drunk enough to forget

No.

gut twists, screaming at me that

He's awake now, staring up at

No.

in Leah's arms, his tiny fingers curling

hair is black, a stark contrast to mine and Leah's, but the shape of his nose...

Fuck.

unfamiliar fear settles in my

voice is barely

my skull as I take a

beneath me.

No.

Not possible.

into mine, forcing me to face the

to believe.

towards my desk and press on my

eyes on her as I wait for

from me

"Call Quinn."

"For what sir?"

eyes on Leah who doesn't look the least bothered at

that I just requested

she so

and steps out

word, leaving the tension in the room thick enough to suffocate. Leah esn't flinch, doesn't protest. She just sits there, calm,

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