A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

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The name of the place is spelt "Rain resort," according to the little paper in my hand. It definitely belonged to Nick. As I sped on behind them, I realized how far in the outskirt of Orphic town I've come. A precise forty-minutes drive from our house. Which means the resort is

only ten minutes away from the very place my father intended for us to move to.

How fucking ironic! We were actually planning to run towards the person we wanted to avoid. Well, we aren't moving anywhere now, are we? He's got my Alex.

I lost sight of them the moment we entered the resort. Rushing into the lobby like a deranged woman, I stamped my hand on nonchalant clerk's desk to get his attention. Two minutes later, I'm riding an elevator marked Private to Nick's suite. "We're here, Miss," the bellboy announced.

His words were accompanied by a ding as the door slid open to reveal a place that looked quite similar to Nick's living room back in L.A. If the name of the resort isn't enough, the interior design proves it quite well that the place is his.

"You were supposed to call first, Sara," Nick said.

"Where's my son?" I snapped.

"OUR son. He's where I want him to be," he replied.

"He's not ours, he's mine! Give him back this instant!"

"Woah, I see the kitten grew claws, huh?" he mocked, eyes gleaming as they roam my face. "You'll see him after we talk. Have a seat." He motioned towards a couch.

"I'll stand! Where is he? Alex! Baby!" I started screaming, walking around the vast room and poking my head on all the doors I can see.

"Sara!" Nick called with an urgency in his voice. I ignored him and kept screaming for my child. Soon, I feel a large hand encircle my arm as he started to drag me to a sofa. "Let go of me!" I yelled.

His hand remained clasped around my arm as he pulled me towards the sofa and tossed me onto it.

"Sit!" he commanded.

I landed with my face against a fluffy pillow, convulsing as the tears threatened to choke me.

"You need to calm down, Sara." His tone is surprisingly soft. "You'll see him. I just want us to talk." "You were at my house a moment ago. We could've talked before you took him from me," I cried. "I don't want him there another minute!" he snapped.

I sighed and sniffed, wiping my eyes with my hand. "So talk. I'm listening."

"I've ordered a paternity test incase. your try to bring your human lawyers into this." He pulled a stool and sat

in front of me. Too close. "I can't let you see him till I get the result-"

IMS

I bolted up from the chair, ready to begin a thorough search of the entire hotel. He caught my wrist again and tossed me back down. "Sit, Sara. Do I have to tie you up?"

I yanked his hand away. "You bring Alex out here right now!" I barked.

He straightened, eyes moving over

me. "Wow, Sweetness, motherhood really changed you, huh? You've grown quite bossy." His tone is flirty. For a second, I nearly lost focus. Then his face curved into a smirk and I imagine wiping it off with a stap.

"I'll let you see the boy if you say it! Tell me he's mine and you get to see him before you leave."

"Before I leave? I'm not going anywhere without him!"

"You're not leaving with him, Sara!"

His gaze became dead serious, sending fresh panic through me. He moved the stool closer and I was momentarily distracted by the nearness.

"I should make you pay for what you did," he said in a lowered voice. "You were supposed to take care of the pregnancy. I offered you a huge sum, but no. You were greedy for my seed!"

I stared at him, horrified at his words. "I've stayed far away from you all these years. What the hell are on about?" I barked.

"You said you loved me, Sara. You thought you'd make do with my child since you couldn't have me, didn't you? Tell me I'm wrong and I'll call you a liar!" he fired back.

The words were half true, though I

didn't get pregnant on purpose. It touched my very last nerve and filled me with so much bitterness that ran out of words. There was no point having this conversation.

"Think what you like, that's your problem. I'm here to collect my child. The one you made very clear that you didn't want!"