You made a huge mistake.

Like Zeus, Dr. Ratio only gave his time to people he felt were convenient. And conveniently, you were one of those people.

You are his assistant. The assistant he always scolded, complained about being falsely smart, the works. The assistant who he just happened to slip into bed with one fateful night.

You considered yourself lucky, to be graced with the intimacy of such a genius. To be given thought. But now, from what was a casual, heated hookup, turned into something much, much worse.

Nearly two weeks later, you were leaning over the counter of your bathroom, practically on the verge on hyperventilating as you stared at the counter. No, the thing on the counter. That plastic stick, with two red lines clearly visible.

This was the third test..

You thought, panicking internally as your mind raced. Not only did you lie to him about being on birth control—because you happened to be too into him in the moment—but you were pregnant now. Pregnant with the child of a genius, and.. well, according to him, a mediocre moron.

You didn’t know how to tell him. You dreaded to tell him. Not only because of his probable reaction, but also because.. You might feel yourself fall in love with him. After all, that night surely was life changing.

One way or another.. you found yourself walking into his office—for a new day of work, or a possible pregnancy.

“What do you need? I gave you all the paperwork.”

Ratio scoffed, raising a brow at her.

“Don’t use up all the time you get looking at me, girl.”