“Help desk, this is Mia,” the woman on the other end answered.
“It’s Dimitri Volkov,” I said while keeping my gaze on Emma, who nervously watched.
Mia released a shaky breath. “Mr. Volkov.” I glared at Emma, which wasn’t directed at her, but something told me that Mia was about to tell me something that would be upsetting. “Sir, I need to tell you something, but I don’t want to do it over the phone. Can we please talk in person?”
I turned away from Emma and stared blankly at my office door. “Is it necessary? I’m a busy man and—”
“I’m pregnant,” she said thickly.
I tensed. “And this is my business because...?”
“It’s yours, Mr. Volkov. I haven’t slept with anyone for over a year. Not until you.”
I clenched my jaw. “I’m coming down, and we’ll talk about this in person.”
Mia began to say something, but I ignored her and set the receiver back in place with aclick.
“Mr. Volkov,” Emma breathed. “What did she say?”
Standing up from my seat, I fixed my jacket and looked at my mate. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Emma cautiously approached me, but I left the office and strode to the elevator. Red filled my vision, and my demon stretched within my mind. On my way down to the main level, I went through all the possibilities. How the fuck was this woman pregnant with my child when I had no recollection of sleeping with her? I had only seen her outside the office once, and that was at the bar when I had to get away from Emma for a while. That was when I ran into Mia, who had pathetically flirted with me and offered me a drink. A drink that left me feeling drunk and, at one point, caused me to black out.
My stomach dropped.
When I blacked out, had I slept with Mia? How the fuck was she still alive if I had?
Mia waited for me. She stood by the help desk, her gaze weary and frown lines etched onto her face. Her fingers fidgeted at the bottom of her shirt, pulling at a loose string.
“Follow me,” I ordered and walked past her. I refused to touch her to bring her into a room for privacy.
We went into a small room that was used for interviews, and sometimes lawyers brought their clients there to talk about their case. Closing the door behind us, I turned to Mia and glared at her. “What are you playing at? Are you looking for money? A raise?” I snapped.
I’d never lost my cool like this. When it came to the idea of touching another woman, it made me sick to my stomach. Emma was all that I wanted—all I needed. I’d never dirty myself by stooping so low and cheating on her. Humans were disgusting creatures I wanted nothing to do with. Before I met Emma, I used them to get off. That was it.
Mia shifted her weight, and her eyes darted around, refusing to meet my eye. “I’m pregnant, sir. I’m not looking for money or a stupid raise, but I’m not about to go through this alone. I-I thought you’d want to be a part of our child’s life.” She swallowed hard and turned her gaze to me.
“Abort it,” I said.
Her eyes widened, and her hands went to her stomach. “I’m not aborting the baby.”
How could my seed plant inside her womb when I never touched her? And if I had, how was she still alive? If she survived a night of me ruthlessly fucking her, she’d die from my acid-like cum. It burned through everything and would be a slow, painful death for any unfortunate human I spill myself inside. I could only assume Emma survived it because she was my mate.
“I don’t remember touching you. Are you sure it’s mine and not someone else’s?” I asked as I slipped my hands into my pockets.
Her head reared back like I’d just slapped her. She blinked a few times, letting my words settle into her mind. “I’m sure it’s yours, Dimitri.”
I narrowed my eyes. “So now we’re on a first-name basis?”
Mia’s throat tightened as she swallowed. “Mr. Volkov, I swear it’s yours. You don’t remember coming home with me after a few drinks?”
“No.” I ground my teeth together.
My inner demon bared his teeth, a growl vibrating deep in his chest.“Kill the bitch.”
For once, I agreed with him. I could take care of the problem by killing Mia. But I wanted to know why I didn’t remember going home with her. All I could recall was having a few drinks, her flirting with me, and feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Mia frantically pulled something out of her pocket. She held out a stick that had the faint scent of urine. “Look. It says I’m pregnant. I took ten other tests, too.”
