A walk through a small town with Foster— the untouchable man who controls my career—should have meant nothing. I told myself it was just chemistry. Harmless. Temporary.
Back in the city, assigned to the same project, I thought I could stay professional. Deadlines. Meetings. Focus. But every look, every quiet moment, felt deliberate—like he was guiding us back to each other. And somehow, the man everyone feared turned out to be unexpectedly romantic.
Falling into his bed didn’t feel wrong. It felt inevitable.
Until everything changed.
Two pink lines.
Panic should have come first—but it didn’t. It was him. The way he looked at me when I told him. Calm. Certain. Not surprised. Not even a little.
As our lives grow more intertwined, I can’t shake the feeling he knew exactly where this was heading.
But instead of running, I let myself get pulled deeper—into him, into us.
Which is why I never see it coming.
