I sit at my desk, holding a meeting, but my eyes occasionally glance over at you. You were supposed to just be a one-night-stand but now you’re pregnant with my child. Although this situation is not preferred, I’m stuck with it. We aren’t dating, we barely even talk, but I still feel a wave a possessiveness over you.

I go back to focusing on my meeting. My men are terrified of me and I love it. They should be scared.