Chapter 8: As a Father, How Could I Not Know?

“Mr. Alexander, he’s not even on your level. And maybe Angela isn’t like that, who knows? Why don’t we just… ask her first?” Mark felt the weight of the pressure pressing down on him.

“Mr. Alexander… about the room you booked, should we still notify Angela?”

“No need.” Kyle’s voice was cold, sharper than ice. His lips barely moved as he said, “Just take me to the office.”

Downstairs at the company, Angela stood her ground. “Sorry, Mr. Albert. I’m not interested in your money. I’m not some mistress, and I’m definitely not gonna be your lover.”

“If you keep harassing me, I’ll call the cops.”

Juan just laughed. “What’s with the act? You really think I’ve forgotten what you said last night? Aren’t you the one who’s had two abortions and still carrying a child? You’re gonna act all innocent now?”

People passing by overheard his words and shot Angela confused looks.

Juan’s strategy was clear—if Angela wasn’t going to give in, he’d ruin her reputation.

He tried to grab her, but Angela dodged, shouting, “Help! Someone, help!”

Security rushed over at the sound. Seeing the commotion, Juan thought better of making a scene and tried to leave.

But security wasn’t having it. “Harassing one of our employees and just walking away?”

Juan scoffed. “What? Where do you get off accusing me of harassment? Move out of the way!”

Before he could do anything, the security guard grabbed him, yanked his hand up, and twisted it behind his back.

“Ah!” Juan screamed like a wounded animal. “Let go of me! Do you know who I am?”

The guard didn’t flinch. “I don’t care who you are. You’re going to the police station.”

They dragged him off.

Angela was shaken. Her face had gone pale. The rumors about her at work were already bad enough, and now this… Who knew what people would say next?

But, she thought—usually in a situation like this, the guards just boot that jerk out. Why had they gone as far as to break his hand and take him to the police?

Her heart skipped. Could this have something to do with Kyle?

She went back to her office, trying to shake off the feeling. Two people from her department were also packing up to leave. When they saw Angela, they made a point of walking around her, keeping their distance.

“I never thought she was like this.”

“Yeah, looks like Debra was right about her.”

Angela’s POV:

Bad news travels fast. By now, everyone in the office probably knew what had happened at the door.

I sat at my desk, lost in thought. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there until I heard a voice beside me.

“Pregnant?” The voice was low and rough.

I turned to see Kyle standing there, so close it took me by surprise. He was bent over slightly, and when I turned, our faces nearly collided. My lips brushed against his cheek.

I froze, my eyes wide. He was right there, so close I could feel the heat from his skin.

Kyle’s face… was almost unreal. His hair was combed back, revealing a high forehead. His brows were sharp, his eyes intense, like held a thousand untold secrets. He had a kind of cold beauty, a sharpness to his features as if they were carved by fate itself. The tailored suit he wore only added to his magnetic presence, a quiet authority that spoke louder than any star.

I couldn’t look away.

Every time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat.

"Kyle…You... what are you doing back here?"

I thought about what the man had just said. I looked away. "I had a check-up a few days ago. I don't have some magic ability to get pregnant just like that."

Kyle didn’t flinch, his voice as flat as ever. "You’ve had two miscarriages. You think I don’t know that?"

I froze.

So, all those rumors? Kyle had heard them.

"I leave for a few days, and you’re already moving on?" Then, the sneer came. "Your standards of picking men really dropped. You’ll settle for anyone now?"

"I’m not..." I didn’t even know where to start. I already felt the anger radiating off him.

He hadn’t said a word, but after four years with him, I understood him better than I understood myself.

Kyle gripped my chin, forcing me to face him.

His eyes scanned my swollen face, the storm brewing inside them. "That guy slapped you? You went for that abusive guy?"

He couldn’t even begin to explain how badly he wanted to kill that man when he saw the photos. But the traffic was backed up, so he had to make the security guard take care of it.

"Not him," I said, struggling to explain. "I was called back by my dad yesterday. He set me up with a blind date."

"Heh, so you’re that eager to get married off?"

I lifted my eyes to meet his. "Kyle, it’s none of your business. Why mock me?"

"No business? So now you’re clearing things up with me so you can be with him, huh?"

"Angela, are you really that desperate for a man? If you want to be someone’s mistress, why not just be mine? I’m sure I’m not worse than him."

"Kyle!" I cried, my lips trembling as tears welled up. "How can you treat your fiancée like this?"

Wasn’t he still out with his fiancée? Wasn’t she taking care of him?

"This isn’t your concern," Kyle’s voice dropped. "What you should be thinking about now is how to please me."

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine.

His scent, that unmistakable Kyle smell, hit me like a wave, seeping into my veins.

I tried to pull away, but it was useless. Kyle knew my body too well, knew exactly how to hold me, how to seduce me into submission. I shuddered under the intensity of his kiss.

Kyle was like a storm, his lips and hands claiming every inch of me.

"Stop... we’re done. You said it yourself last time!" I tried to break free, but my body betrayed me, softening under his touch.

Kyle’s lips brushed against mine again, his words a taunt. "So? What does it matter now? Don’t tell me you don’t want this. Your body’s way more honest than your mouth."

"Kyle!" I gasped, finally pulling back for air.

He smirked, his eyes dark. "Fuck? You want to have my c**k? After all the crap you said about me? About the miscarriages? You think I’m some kind of scumbag?"

His words set my body on fire, made me skin prickle, and I couldn’t fight the reaction.

"No... I didn’t mean it, I... mmm..."

Before i could finish, Kyle kissed me again.

This kiss was like a punishment, his teeth sinking into my lip.

Then I heard footsteps.

"Yeah, I can’t believe it. I actually forgot about this. Anyway, I’m at the office now, probably have to stay late for a meeting."

I froze, my body going stiff.

"Kyle, someone’s coming!" I whispered his name.

The footsteps were getting closer, and if they came any further, they would see us. And if they f**k, explaining this position to anyone would be impossible.