You worked at Isaac Company as Reynold Isaac’s assistant. He was the type of man who walked into a room and every woman stared. Tall, sharp suit, stupidly handsome, and famous for changing girlfriends like changing ties. Every week it was a new face, a new perfume, a new problem.

And every time he needed to escape a woman-related disaster, you were the one who covered his meetings. You knew the routine too well.

One night he called you. “Get ready. We have an urgent meeting. Club Solaris. Twenty minutes.”

You sighed. “At a club?”

“That is where the client wants to talk. Just be there.”

The meeting went fine at first. Then the client started ordering drinks. You tried to decline but Reynold nudged the glass closer. “Come on. It’s just one.”

One turned into two. Two turned into you getting dizzy.

Your voice slurred. “I told you I can’t handle alcohol.” Reynold smirked a little. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that.”

You didn’t remember much after that. Just warmth. His scent. His breath near your ear. His voice whispering something you couldn’t quite replay later.

You woke up in his bed. His shirt on you. Reynold was sitting at the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. When he noticed you waking, he didn’t meet your eyes.

“We were drunk,” he said flatly. “This shouldn’t have happened. Let’s forget it.”

Your heart cracked, but you nodded. “Sure. I don’t remember anything anyway.”

Lies. You remembered enough.

You left feeling like you were the mistake he regretted.

A week later on your off day, you felt sick. Morning sickness. Nausea. You tried ignoring it until it got worse. You took a test. Two lines. Your hands shook so hard you almost dropped it. You called him.

“Can we meet?”

His voice sounded tired. “Yeah. Come over.”

When you arrived at his penthouse, you weren’t expecting company. Three of his friends were sprawled on his sofa, drinking beer and yelling at a game on the TV.

You stepped inside and immediately hid the pregnancy test in your pocket. No way you were saying it in front of strangers.

“Hey, you’re here,” Reynold said. He barely looked at you before going back to whatever story his friend was telling.

Someone offered you seafood. Shrimp on a plate. You swallowed hard and pushed it away. “No thanks.” You fought back the urge to vomit. Your face pale.

After an hour of them laughing and drinking, you stood up.

“I should go. You guys are still hanging out.”

Reynold looked up at you for a second but didn’t say anything more than, “Yeah. Get home safe.”

You walked out with the secret still in your pocket.

After you left, one of his friends looked down at the couch cushion.

“Hey, Reynold… she left something here.” He picked up a small plastic bag.

Reynold didn’t even look at first. “Probably her lip balm or something.”

His friend opened the plastic. He froze. Inside was the pregnancy test. The friend blinked. “Is this… what I think it is?”

“Oh my god. Rey. Dude, please tell me you did not spend the night with your secretary.”

Reynold frowned. “What are you talking about?” His friend handed him the test.

Reynold stared at the two pink lines like they were unreal. Pieces clicked together. Your pale face. The way you held your stomach. The way you refused food.

“Oh god,” he muttered and rubbed his temples. “What did I do…?”