We stared at the at-home pregnancy test. He was shocked but my level of astonishment was simmered down to fifty percent from its original one-hundred percent.

"Asche, what are you?" Kirk broke the silence.

I snapped irritated eyes on him. "I'm a normal ass human like you, what the fuck else?"

"Doesn't seem so. Men don't just fall pregnant."

"Of course fucking not! Kirk, you're not helping right now." I glared at the blonde-haired man whose eyes settled on me with intrigue.

I snatched the test from off of the sink countertop and walked out of the bathroom. Kirk followed behind, with a parade of questions.

"Is it the red-eyed man? He seems strange. Otherworldly."

I slowly turned and he almost bumped into me. "You think? His cock almost murdered me!"

An amused grin spread across his lips. "Interesting. I wouldn't have guessed that. There's no wonder you got impregnated."

"Kirk, honestly, I don't want to think about it. It was a horrible experience. I thought he tore my ass open, and the amount of juice that he let out in me was fucking unbelievable. Urgh, if he was here, I'd have my hands around his throat." I squeezed my hands together indicating a strangling gesture.

Kirk burst out laughing and smacked a hand on my shoulder, trying to compose himself. But the man was outright cackling in my face.

I slapped him on the head and shoved him from me, feeling annoyed by his presence. Kirk found my situation amusing, oh, great.

Just then nausea suddenly rose up out of nowhere and I couldn't hold back what gushed out of my mouth.

Blood.

Kirk came rushing to my side, his face was stricken with fear.

Something was obviously wrong.

"Asche!" He held me as I hunched over and emptied my guts.

"Gina!" He called out to his housemaid and she came scurrying in, pausing in fright at the sight.

"Call the air medic now!"

She nodded vigorously and dashed out of the room.

I did not know what was happening to me, but I knew this, I was afraid to die.

***

I sat in my office, sulking.

I came up with nothing in regards to his whereabouts. Falcon was probably home fucking and I did not want to face Felicia.

She'd most likely shove a lot of unwanted shit in my face.

So, loneliness was much welcomed. I leaned back and sighed, thinking back on our sexual encounter. He was amazing. Simply amazing, all that I've waited for. But all that glitters isn't gold.

Beauty is dangerous. A dangerous weapon used to hurt and destroy many.

And Asche used that to his advantage.

Such a cunning boy. Who raised him?

Well, he was not wise enough to realize what he was up against. I smiled at that and tented my fingers together. If he's pregnant, he'll be devasted.

His pregnancy will put a stop to his promiscuity. Thank goodness because I do not want any other man touching what's mine and nourishing what's mine. I'll do the nourishing as soon as I find him.

The loud piercing sound of my telephone ringing tugged my eyes to it. I grabbed the receiver and answered. "Drakos Armander."

"It's Kirk."

I sat up suddenly and gripped the receiver tighter. "Where is he, asshole?"

"Now, now. Let's not get hostile. You'd better tune that attitude of yours before I hang up this phone." He chided.

I gritted my teeth and fell silent, fuming. This fucker. I swallowed my pride and said with a more subtle approach, "What is it?"

"Asche is sick. He's vomiting blood and he's pale. What did you do to him?" He said accusingly.

My heartbeat quickened. "Vomiting?" Did the pregnancy have an adverse effect on his body? He's human after all.

"Let me see him. I can determine what's wrong if I'm there to examine him." I pressed, getting up from my chair and gathering my keys and documents from the desk.

"I don't trust you." He said frankly.

"I'm the one who impregnated him, there's no one else who can determine the cause. Tell me where you are, NOW!" Smoke fumed from my nostrils and my eyes went a deeper shade of red.

"Alright, calm down! You're very persistent, damn. We're in The Bahamas, on the island of Eleuthera. When you land, I'll arrange for my private yacht to come and collect you."

"You'd better not be telling lies or I'll burn you to ash." I threatened.

"Ooh, I'm shaking," He mocked. "Just get your ass here and fix this mess you've made."

"Don't worry I'll be there before you get a chance to blink." I said sarcastically, ending the call.

I then dialed Falcon's number. When he answered I said immediately, "Pack your stuff. We're going on a trip. No dillydallying, get your ass up now!"

After that, I ended the call and left my office.

***

Kirk stared at me with worried eyes.

"Am I dying Kirk?" I asked weakly.

"No, Darling. You will be alright. Help is coming. Just lie down and rest, you need to keep your strength." He gently cupped my cheek.

"I'm thirsty, " I complained, turning my cheek in his palm. "Can you get me some water?"

"Sure, I'll be back." He strode off to retrieve a glass of water.

My entire body felt weak, my throat was parched and it felt like I was burning all over. Tears stung my eyes and I rolled over and cried.

Regret was the only emotion that took over me. I could've avoided this problem by staying away but my ego set me up for the kill.

Kirk came back with the glass in his hand, wearing a smile and I frowned at his change of behavior.

I sat up slowly and took the glass from him, placing the glass to my lips with eager gulps.

"There's someone here to see you." He announced and my frown deepened.

"Who?" My voice was hoarse.

There was no need for him to answer because in came my nightmare.

***