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Sweats trickled down my body, I blinked several times trying to get the salty fluid away from my eyes and at the same time trying to catch my breath. Vincent stood in front of me hands akimbo, glaring at me like I killed his favorite cat. I growled and pushed to my feets swaying a little but that didn't stop me. I marched to the asshole and shoved him, I didn't have anger issues before meeting Vincent but I was sure if I spent a month with him I'd develop one.

Pushing down the urge to spit at him I fixed him with a 'don't be stupid' look. The MF was making me do squats saying that it'd help my pregnancy when I wasn't even pregnant yet. At least that's what the pregnancy test said.

"Why are you making me do this?" I put as much venom as I could into the sentence, he only raised an eyebrow up and even had the guts to look irritated at my question.

"Okay, I can see you're pissed but this is both for your own good and mine. We must do our best to ensure the baby stays-"

"What baby? I told you the pregnancy test was negative. You're just making me do this because you hate me and-and" I trailed off when I noticed the murderous look he was throwing me, he slowly closed the distance between us and without knowing it I took a step back. Again.

"Hate you? You think I hate you? Now tell me, why will I make someone I hate carry my baby? Does that sound reasonable to you?" I had to internally shake my head at myself for saying that out loud. It sounded like what a dumb person would say and to say I was embarrassed would be putting it mildly, I raised my chin higher in an attempt to stand my ground and not let him see that I was feeling like a fool right then.

"W-well what then? If you don't hate me then why are you making me do t-this it's not as if I'm doing anything stressful that'd cause me to lose the baby." I sighed, It felt like I was taking the wrong approach so I tried again in a much warmer tone.

"I won't lose the baby, I'm not a wicked mother I won't do things that'd hurt my unborn child." I couldn't help but cringe at the implications of my words but continued nonetheless. "You don't make it easy for me either, always acting cold and heartless when you should be a caring hus--err baby papa?" He raised an eyebrow at the title, his expression softening a bit and I could see the corner of his lips twitch but no he didn't laugh.

"Baby papa?"

"Well, I don't know what to call you regarding the baby and this whole contract stuff."

"Baby owner would do." I pursed my lips and bit my tongue to keep from saying the first thing that came to my mind. Who knew if he was the type that hit women when seriously provoked.

"My baby isn't some property!" I screeched so loud, Vincent had to cover his ears, I myself winced as my words echoed. For someone who wasn't even pregnant yet I was too protective of my baby. Surprisingly what I said seemed to satisfy Vincent because he just nodded and actually look relieved.

"You should repeat the process today again, I promise I won't have you do it after 7 days is complete, if it still doesn't make you pregnant then we'll wait for a week before you do it again but for now please take a bath, you smell like rotten cabbage." He made a gagging sound for emphasis and exited the room. The funny thing however was that I laughed, real 'roll on the floor' laugh which made me question my sanity at the same time.

Sniffing my armpits, I realised he was right. I hadn't taken my bath nor brushed my teeth plus the bucket full of sweats that stream down my body, it'd be a miracle if I didn't smell like dead rotten rat. I wondered how he was able to hold his breath the whole time in front of me, not that I cared. Yawning, I followed him and head straight to my room. I was about to take my cloth off when an idea struck me. Why not inject the stupid stuff in before taking a bath? It's sure to leave me dirty and perhaps sweaty and I might have to take my bath again so I pulled my cloth back down and took two steps towards the door when I saw it.

The same tray from the day before was on my bed and a syringe nozzle laid on it. Heaving a relieved sign, I snatched the tray up and headed to the bathroom. At least I didn't have to go back to meet Mr asshole and have an awkward moment demanding to have his shit. I bet he'd try to make me look stupid, it's what he does best.

It was easier than the day before and within two minutes i was done and took my bath, washing off the spills from my body. Within the time I had gone off to the bathroom and got back, the temperature of the place had dropped so I grabbed a hoodie and wore a short. I unconsciously walked towards the see through glass walls, debating on whether to pack my hair up or leave it down when I spotted a sleek black car park in front of Vincent's house. A woman in royal blue suit and skirt got out of the car and slammed it shut. I couldn't really see her face but with her hastened walk I guessed she was meeting Vincent for a meeting of a sort.

I pulled away from the glass just as she entered through the front door. It didn't go past me as to why she didn't knock but I shrugged it off. My house, my rules and since it was not my house welp. My stomach grumbled loudly which made me look towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. 9:04am. I blew air out of my mouth and tried not to think of the time Mr Vincass woke me up. I giggled a little at the newly found nickname he'd have a fit when he hears it.

My stomach wasn't having it any more and its protest all over again, so I gave up and quickly made my way down to the kitchen. I was about to exit the hallway and go down the stairs when I caught my reflection at the mirror. My hair went every witch way and had few wet strands, to prevent embarrassment incase I met the lady I saw coming into the house, I put my hair up in bun and tried not to make it look as rough as it used to be.

I continued my way down and was approaching the living room when I heard voices, recognizing one as Vincent's and another which I couldn't place but assumed it was a Lady since the voice was feminine. Shrugging, I descending the stairs and walked into the kitchen unseen. Their voices were clearer and I could almost see them in my head as I moved about in the kitchen preparing my food.

"You didn't call! How was I to know if nothing had happened to you? I was worried." The lady whined but got no reply, I almost chuckled but refrained from doing that knowing they'd hear.

"Don't you need me anymore?" I could almost picture her looking sad and like a heartbroken cat whose owner thought it was okay to unadopt it. I got irritated by her even before seeing her, why did she have to feed his ego? It was big enough as it was.

"I told you, I'll call you when I need you and right now I'm very busy. I promise okay?" Then I heard some sounds that sounded a lot like kissing and was sure that wasn't the only thing going on and soon they'd land on a bed so I increased my pace, packed the food when it was done and sprinted to my room, not sparing them a glance.

I heard a tiny gasp, then "So that's what you've been busy with?" That was the last thing I heard before I closed my door behind me and heaved a relieved sigh. Now I didn't have to explain to some lady as to why I was in her boyfriend's house, leave it to him to tell her whatever he wants.

I wasn't even eating yet when the moans started. I looked towards the direction it was coming from and noticed not from the first time that the glass which separated my room from Vincent's was not soundproof. A white curtain however blocked my eyes from seeing whatever was going on in the room. I couldn't be more grateful anyways.

Rubbing my stomach which was full from over stuffing myself, I went to drop the plates in the kitchen,. Peeking at Vincent's door, I was relieved to see it closed and more relieved when I heard voices inside it which meant I'd meet no one on my journey to the kitchen and back so I went ahead, cleaned the plates and even peeked at what was showing in the TV. It was on the news channel and I didn't want to change it so as not to draw attention to myself so I went back to my room and closed the door behind me.

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The sound of a knock pulled me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and checked the bedside clock to see it was evening already, it felt like I had just slept though. Groggily, I pulled myself out of the bed and went to open the door. The rose scent was the first to hit me before the owner came into view, I swallowed.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't scared but was nervous. I didn't know what Vincent told her but from the expression on her face of was likely close to the truth. The question was why would he tell her the truth.

I blinked, then gasped and closed my mouth with a fist. Before me stood Miss Devon. One of the interviewees that was with me on the day I officially met Vincent. I had guessed she got the job by seducing the boss but didn't think they'd go as far as this....coming to his home to satisfy him also. I internally shook my head, the length some women could go was quite amazing.

After the recognition I wasn't nervous anymore, she could bring whatever she could I was ready for her. She could call me a bitch for carrying a baby for money but then she'd be an hypocrite if she said that given that she was doing worse, at least I wasn't working for him,or pretending to.

She looked me up and down and didn't even try to conceal the look of disgust. I went defensive immediately, raising an eyebrow and taking a step in her direction. She eyed me and looked away, as if gaining composure then put on a fake smile.

"We've met before but it wasn't the proper place for introductions, I'm Alexis Devon, daughter to Mr Michel Devon, I'm sure you've heard the name before." She put as much attitude to it as she could while acting innocent. I nodded. Who didn't know Michel Devon? His companies were infamous for the production of syrups. There were rumors that he dealt with hard drugs but it soon died down when the police insisted they'd done several searches and found nothing on him.

"Just thought I should say hi to Vincent's baby mama." I'd give it to her, she definitely was a pro at changing the meaning of words from their original meaning by just her tone.

"You say the baby mama like it's some stupid title. Actually I think it sounds better than whore what do you think?" I titled my head to the side and returned her sickening smile. She took a step towards me.

"I'm not Vincent's whore, he just didn't want me to look old and shabby by carrying his baby and that's why you're doing the job for me. He said that himself." I inwardly smirked, that was obviously the lie Vincent told her, it was a smart one indeed.

"Or maybe he didn't want his child to be from a whore but no shit, keep believing whatever he says, that's the good thing now if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be." I brushed past her feeling good with myself until she opened her disgusting mouth again.

"I'll be sure to invite you and the unborn child to our wedding." I rolled my eyes. As if that'll ever happen.

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