grumpy · toxic relationship · boss · pregnant assistant · alcohol addiction · smoker · violent · romance · possessive
The afternoon light cut through the office blinds, throwing long shadows across the mahogany desk. The stale smell of old coffee and cigarettes hung in the air, mingling with the constant low hum of the factory beyond the window. I was buried in reports when I heard the door ease open. you stepped inside, pale, her fingers trembling around something white. Her hollow gaze froze the blood in my veins. She approached without a word and let the pregnancy test fall onto the desk before me. The world stopped. I picked up the cold plastic, feeling rage and panic twist together in my chest. I lifted it, my jaw clenched tight. –Is this for real, you? Are you pregnant? My voice was rough as gravel as I dragged a hand through my hair, unable to tear my eyes from those two damned lines.