Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 120 – Consequences

The woman steps out of her car, her impossibly long legs made even longer by the four-inch heels strapped precariously to her perfectly manicured feet. She closes the door to her Porsche with a click and then slowly, casually, strolls into the building labeled Prath Industries.

“Annabeth Prath, please,” she says to the receptionist waiting for her there, taking off her Louis Vuitton sunglasses to give the girl a dazzling smile.

The receptionist looks up at her and then does a double take. “Oh!” she says. “Oh, hi! Welcome!”

The woman continues to smile at the receptionist. She’s used to being recognized.

“Yes,” the receptionist says, nodding and checking the calendar. “Yes, I see your appointment noted here. Just a moment. Could we get you a cup of coffee? A bottle of water?”

“No, thank you,” the woman says smoothly and then leans against the counter to wait. She looks around the room with confidence, assured that everything, today, was going to go just according to plan. She hears the receptionist behind her making a quick call to let them know that she’s arrived.

A few moments later, Annabeth herself comes through a set of glass doors, holding out her hands to the woman.

“Annabeth,” the woman ways, giving her that trademark stunning smile.

“Well well,” Annabeth says, taking the woman’s hands in hers and looking her over from head to toe. “I must say, you’re looking very well.”

“Yes,” the woman says, shaking back her shiny hair and giving a little laugh. “I took a few weeks in San Tropez to get my plans in order, and then came back relaxed and rested.”

“Well good for you,” Annabeth says, giving her a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I admit, I was curious to get your call. Won’t you come in, Amelia?”

a smile that puts Annabeth’s

and climbs back into her car, the hint of a smile drifting across her face. Smoothly, she pulls her car out of the parking lot and gets back on the highway, heading

is much less fancy than the Prath offices. Amelia parks in a spot far from the entrance, not eager

her car, pulling a hoodie and a pair of sneakers out of a bag. In a moment,

she heads inside,

Therapy,” says a woman at a beat-up

than she usually would. “Hello, I’d

be happy to start that process with you. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me, so that maybe

It’s kind of a…high profile case. I

therapists who specialize in this kind of work. If you fill out this paperwork, I’d be happy to give you

woman hands her a clipboard. As the woman prints out the profiles, Amelia hurriedly fills out the form with a fake name and address. When she’s

handing over the stack of profiles. “These are some of the profiles of the therapists who work with Alpha

begins flicking through them, but she’s frustrated to see that, unfortunately, there are at least twenty-five therapists to choose from. Unlikely that she’ll be able to find the

of the fifth page in the bunch reads “Evelyn O. Specialization

smile spreads across Amelia’s

the woman’s desk. “I changed

but Amelia

a cigarette and takes a long, slow puff.

occasions when he’d smell it on her hair or when she’d get sloppy and leave a

memories, blowing smoke out of the window. She had told him she had quit, but it just meant she had to be more careful. Like all