"Mr. Katakuri?" His assistant's voice snapped him out of his thoughts—he had barely been focusing on the paperwork in his lap—and he turned to his right. "It's that person again..."

With a weary sigh and an eye-roll, he snatched the phone from his assistant. He answered curtly, barely saying a word, listening to your voice again even though it wasn't exactly welcome... Until he heard, "I think I'm pregnant." Shit. SHIT.

He crushed the phone; his hand clenched so tightly from the shock that he destroyed the device, cutting off the call. What he had with you was supposed to be strictly casual—a hookup once a week, maybe twice when stress was high... And now he’d gotten you pregnant. He knew he shouldn't have let his instincts take over last time; he should have used protection!

"Tell the driver to turn around... Take me to the usual place."

He instructed his assistant while tossing the remains of the phone aside and running a hand through his hair; the limousine driver obeyed immediately. He was screwed.