Avoiding Lucas was out of the question, but keeping something secret from him was like trying to hide something from a parent, because they always knew what you were up. The sex was mind-blowing, and I had felt a true emotional connection with Lucas—not just a physical one, but the guilt of going against my father’s wishes was what caused me to leave Lucas that night. I was riddled with guilt.

I didn’t want to be known as that slutty omega that slept with the boss. Every accomplishment I would ever make would be tarnished and labeled as favoritism because I was sleeping with the boss.

So, I went for the third option — keeping busy and focusing on work more than anything.

I’d been vomiting for a good few days now, a month after Lucas and I first had sex. I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t ignorant, either, which left me no choice but to get a pregnancy test kit and do a test as soon as I could.

The result? Definitely the shock of my life. But in all honesty, maybe I wanted this, because I could easily have remembered to take the morning after pill, but just somehow forgot to take it, due to being so busy with work and having a million other things on my mind.

I had to consider my options and be honest with myself. I definitely wanted to be pregnant and have the baby. After all when I really think about it, it’s what I always felt like I wanted, but Lucas had told me many times that he was not into relationships, so how was I supposed to tell the alpha who just wanted an affair that I was having his baby?

I couldn’t. That was for damn sure. At least, not yet. So I kept up with being busy, and it worked. For now.

When I left his condo, the day after he took my virginity (not counting that time in the dressing room), I was so nervous and sad, thinking it was just going to be a one-time thing. This was further cemented when Lucas didn’t come to my apartment on that Sunday, and I repeated to myself like a mantra that at least I got to experience it once.

Imagine my surprise when he sent me an email marked important, early Monday and told me to come to his office.

Inside the office, we fought. He was mad that I left, and I was mad that he didn’t come after me. But with our anger was a rising tension and uncontrollable passion, more intense than ever, and it drowned us. Tempted us. We had to be together.

Before we knew it, were fucking like rabbits in his office, with me bent over on his office desk, then making love as quietly as we could on his couch. I hadn’t looked at those two furniture pieces the same way again.

Again, I thought that was it. But Lucas kept seeking me out, and soon what had just been a curiosity between us turned into a full-blown affair, one that was filled with passion, heat and our friendship blooming further. I couldn’t get enough of him—his mind, his body, and the way he made love to me with an intense focus and drive that had me coming apart each and every time. He used all his alpha skills on me, and I experimented on him, loving how I could make him lose control, too—with my mouth, my hands, my kisses, and of course, my ass—which he jokingly would say was his property now.

It had been a floating month as I found myself getting more and more involved with it. Then the floating feeling came crashing down when I found out my condition, though our affair never wavered. Still, I was feeling pretty sick most of the time, which I excused as the flu. I thought that would explain the vomiting.

I was ordered to stay home and rest for a few days if I had a flu, and I had no choice but to follow, in order to keep up the ruse. Lucas further surprised me when he visited carrying soup. Embarrassed, I hid under my blankets and told him to go away, because I hadn’t exactly showered and my hair was a mess.

But he ignored all that and sat beside me.

“Get some soup in you,” he ordered. “I don’t want seeing you like this.”

“We’re not at work right now, so you can’t tell me what to do,” I muttered sarcastically. He merely shot me a look and fed me slowly, and I had never felt appreciative of any gesture more than this. He genuinely cared about my wellbeing.

Later, when he was gone, and I was alone in bed, I realized that not only was I appreciative.

I was also steadily, hopelessly falling in love.

* * *

Almost two months into the affair and the morning sickness was gone.

In its place was horniness. Extreme horniness at all hours of the day.

It was shocking. It was something the doctor assured me was normal, and I had nothing to worry about. Apparently, it was also safe to have sex, which was a bad thing to tell me—because suddenly I couldn’t get enough of Lucas and I going at it every single day, at every available corner we could find. It was driving me crazy, especially when I’d done my best to cover up the sickness by not having sex with him for a while.

Now the drive to be with him was back, more intense than ever.

And being beside him during meetings was pure torture. All I could think about was him ripping my clothes off and taking me as his omega.

Still, work was fortunately very hectic as we were fast approaching the end-of-year holiday season, which allowed us both time away from each other to focus on our tasks. I was torn between missing him and thinking space was the solution, and in the end missing him won out. I knew I was bound to get hurt with my actions, but I couldn’t help it—he was like a drug and I was addicted, and I’d already resolved that no matter what happened, I was going into this with my eyes open and my heart on the line.

My father was gone for a week on another much needed and well-earned vacation, with the reins now fully in Lucas’ hand. With Andrew back in Paris to take care of his own duties, it was up to me and Lucas to keep things organized, which meant we spent more time together again. Days turned into nights as we did lots of overtime, and it was just so fortunate that I was no longer puking my guts out every other minute.

But it was still pure torture.

Every brush of our hands as we sat beside each other had my body feeling electrified, and it was all I could do not to throw myself at him and just ravish him there and then. I was horny as hell around Lucas almost the entire time he was around me, and the consistent throbbing in between my legs and in my belly almost drove me to the edge. When Lucas offered to take me home on the last work day of that week, I was practically a live wire on the passenger seat, and I didn’t miss the looks he gave me at the quiet drive back to my apartment.

He parked his car at the side of the building, where everything was quiet and dark. Then he turned to me with a sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I shot back. God, even his voice was turning me on, and he wasn’t even intentionally making it sexy.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, Leo… but something’s up. I know you’ve been sick a few weeks ago, but now you’re okay and acting weird around me. Did you want this to end? I haven’t had enough of you—Hell, I don’t know if I’ll never have enough of you, but if you don’t want this anymore, then I’m going to respect it. But don’t think I’m going to give up so easily—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I was already yanking him toward me and kissing him for all I was worth. Then he was kissing me back, too, and pulling me to his lap until I was straddling him on the driver seat.

“Thank God,” he groaned. “I thought you changed your damn mind.”

“Just shut up and have me,” I growled out. “I want you inside me, Lucas.” I was already yanking his shirt apart, sending buttons flying everywhere.

A strangled noise came out of his throat as he ripped my shirt off and slid my pants down my legs. Cars were not the most functional or specious locations for sex, but we made it work. I was determined to make it work. I guess there was a reason why people did it in cars—it felt naughty and dangerous. It definitely got my engine revving.

Lucas slid his seat back to make more room and spun me around to have me sick on his huge cock. My omega-hole was already hungry and willing, so no lube was required this time. Desperation drove us to move fast, and there was no lazy thrusting this time. He plunged inside me with force, and I gladly welcomed it, an active participant as I bounced on him and he held me in place with his strong arms. My vision was tunneling and my mind was all blank, the pleasure forming a ball in my stomach before growing and growing—

Lucas reached over and grabbed my erect cock while fucking me and began to jerk me off at the same time. The sensation was out of this world. I was crying out in intense pleasure and coming apart on top of him, and the groan he emitted only drove me wilder with passion. Soon he was shaking and spurting his seed inside me with am animalistic aggressive force that staggered me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yeah,” he yelled, as his cock pulsed inside me.

We both rode that high together, then came down in a blissful embrace. He kept kissing me—only his kisses were gentle now, but still so intense. I kissed him back, letting my emotions feed through that kiss, quietly telling him that I loved him too much to resist him. I was drowning in my love for him, and it made me want to cry and laugh at the same time.

After a while, we broke apart. He looked me in the eye worriedly and asked if I was still on the pill. My happy mood came to a sudden end, but I nodded my head as guilt speared through me.

It wasn’t fair to tell him my condition right after I had sex with him.

But it wasn’t fair to keep it a secret, either. He had a right to know.

I tugged him up for another kiss, trying to gather strength now.

I would enjoy this moment and then tell him next week.

Then I would accept the consequences.