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slamming down the phone on Peter’s assistant.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
     
      Megan sits on the plush leather couch in Peter’s office, on the same sofa as where they first made love those few weeks ago, with her head in her hands.
     
    “This cannot be happening to me.” She whispers to herself as she rubs her knuckles into her eyes.
     
      She sits up straight, her shoulders back as she hears Peter open the door to her office.
     
    “My assistant says you’re very persistent.” He chuckles as he closes the heavy wooden door behind him.
     
    “Well, it’s kind of an emergency.” She says, watching him as he walks by her knees to sit on the couch beside her.
     
      He sighs out deeply as he leans his head on the back of the couch before turning his neck to face her.
     
    “Couldn’t keep away, hey?” He whispers, smiling.
     
    “No.” She says, shaking her head. “I’m pregnant.”
     
      He reaches up, gently stroking over her chin with the pads of his fingers before turning her head to face her with his palm.
     
    “Well, that’s okay.” He whispers to her, a small smile gracing his lips. “That’s good, right?”
     
    “No, Peter, that’s not good.” She says, and angry tear escaping from behind her eyelashes and falling down her cheek.
     
    “No?” He asks, his smile turning into a small, confused frown. “But I thought we were trying for that?”
     
    “Trying for it?” She asks, swatting his hand away from her face. “Peter why would we be trying, we just had sex, we weren’t trying to have a baby!”
     
    “But, I thought you said…” He starts.
     
    “You thought I said?” She asks, shaking her head. “Peter, we were just talking dirty! No one in their right mind would have thought you were serious!”
     
      He sits forward on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his palm. He sighs as he rubs over his cheeks before letting himself fall back into the cushions. 
     
    “You know I’ll take care of everything.” He says, reaching for her hand.
     
    “I know.” She whispers back to him, letting his fingers wrap around hers.
     
      She leans against him as they sit in silence before Peter clears his throat.
     
    “Let’s get married, then.” He whispers to her, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “I love you.”
     
    “Peter.” She says, standing up from the couch and letting go of his hand. “No, Peter, this was a mistake.”
     
    “I’m sorry.” Megan says, not looking at him as she opens the heavy door to his office and steps out, closing it behind her.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
     
    She sits at her desk, slowly sipping her steaming hot coffee as she rolls a blue ball point pen along her desk.
     
    “Megan.” She hears and she looks up, seeing Benj leaning forward on the wall in front of her desk.
     
    “Hey.” She whispers, gently placing her coffee down and giving her friend a soft smile.
     
    “Long time no talk.” He says, wiping his fingers over the granite. “Sorry about that.”
     
    “That’s okay, man.” She says, nodding her head. “I understand.”
     
      He smiles back at her before raising his eyebrows.
     
    “You heard about Mr. Fancy CEO right?” He says, leaning back.
     
    “Yeah, I heard about him.” She says, pursing her lips, feeling a little annoyed about Peter being brought up.
     
    “You heard he’s moving offices, right?” Benj says, nodding his head up and down his eyes wide before he lets out a chuckle. “What did you do to him?”
     
    “What do you mean he’s moving?” She asks, pressing her hand flat against her pen, stopping it from rolling.
     
    “I can’t remember where.” Benj says, looking up at the ceiling. “Some place in Europe.”
     
    “Are you serious?” She asks, standing up from her chair. “He never said anything to me about it.”
     
    “Yeah, we got a memo about it.” Benj says. “With his new number for video chats.” He says as he points