Bound to the Alpha I was meant to Hate

Chapter Four: The Solution

Diana 'S POV

“Diana , love You're being ridiculous and you know it…you need to figure out what's best for the both of you and the baby,” she answered tilting her head as if to fully look at me. "Still you won't be able to run from this forever."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I know. Although, every time I think about being face to face with him it's like my heart is running a mile per minute and my brain dismisses. What if he actually remembers it all? What if he doesn't?"

Rachel came over and put her hand on my shoulder. Besides, you have to care about your career and that of the child. Thomas will be back if he has a genuine interest. Take one step at a time.

Each word that I had said was true, but at that moment everyone seemed to mock me... "Yeah," she replied softly and I tried to hold on to those words in my heart. "You're right. I need to focus on my work.i have a presentation tomorrow and I cannot let all this absorb me,

Rachel smiled, and she lightly clamped my shoulder. "That's the spirit. You’re a strong woman, Emi You’ve got this."

The following morning I literally drowned myself in paperwork, keen to forget about Thomas. I practiced my presentation religiously, nutting out every detail until I felt comfortable. But I could not forget -with the taste of that night stuck in my rearview mirror.

Just as I was finishing up the presentation, my phone rang on the table in front of me. I looked at the screen and it was an unknown number that seemed familiar like that of Thomas I dared to pick up the phone and answer, slightly trembling fingers swiping.

"Hello?" I struggled to keep my voice even but I knew he could hear the whine of fear.

The deep voice came through the line, "Diana it's Thomas" and I shivered. I was thinking maybe we could get together. I have to talk to you about something."

My mind raced. Discuss what exactly he remembered?Lots of questions were going through my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, alleviating my nerves.

"Sure, Thomas. When and where?"

5th Avenue Coffee Shop 3 PM? he suggested.

"Fine," I said, my voice so quiet it was nearly whispered.

I went through the reminder of my day in a daze. My workday was dragged down by the meeting to come, constantly on my mind. What did Thomas want to say? Was it about us? However, was it something else?

My heart was racing in my chest ,I got to the coffee shop at 2:45PM. I got a decaf latte and sat in a quiet corner waiting. The thoughts and emotions in my head were on overdrive. Something told me this meeting would be life changing or maybe I'm wrong.

Thomas came in at 3 PM on the dot. He was as striking in his appearance as ever, dressed to tailored perfection with a neat style haircut. His eyes scanned the room, before finally making his way over to me. He grinned, and for a moment I felt as if my heart had paused in its cycle.

"Diana ," he said and went over to sit with me. - Thanks for coming out here and meeting you.

"Sure," I answered, trying not to let the shake in my voice be heard. What did you want to chat about?

Thomas sat, face calm. I wanted to clear the air. I think there's been this... sharpness since that night.

I gulped, my mind reeling. So he did remember. "Thomas, I”

He put up one hand to cut me off. "Let me finish. I am aware that what happened between us was sudden. It's been two weeks but it's still all that's on my mind.

I almost hope no one knows about it, and I want you to know that we should keep this between us, never disclose this incident to anyone.

I felt my heart race as he started speaking. My cheeks tingle. Thomas, that night...we were both drunk It was a mistake.``

"Was it?" he questioned, locking eyes with me. No,... It's not a mistake for me Diana . It is to me, a moment in which you just feel like showing your emotions.

''Thomas Look, this is really difficult to deal with' I said as my voice began to tremble.

"Teach me, then," he said leaning forwards. My answer was, "Because it's always on my mind. And I need to know if you and i stand a chance"

The breath, my mind moving at the speed of light.. Now, how am I supposed to tell him about the baby? Or should I wait? I shifted my approach. "Thomas, why were you really there in the middle of that night?"

His brows furrowed, and he looked startled as well. We got in some banter about how that was even real considering the fact we were drunk and had let our guards down.

Right, I answered, my voice firming in response. "We let our guards down. Too bad, now we pay! And that's not just your feelings."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes looking narrow.

My lips parted but the words caught in my throat as I was unable to breathe. Just before I do so, the barista interrupts our conversation. That momentary distraction allowed me to essentially just recollect author thoughts.

"Thomas, there's something else," I started, my voice barely leaving a whisper. However, that night after I ..." And then I just kind of stopped, not knowing what else to say.

Thomas got closer, his eyes curious and concerned. "Diana , you can tell me anything. I promise, I'll listen."

I drew in a deep breath, my heart racing. "Thomas, I'm pregnant."

He widened his eyes in shock, a look of surprise and even confusion. "Pregnant? What Are you saying...?"For who ? Hope I'm not the father of the bastard you're carrying?

"Yeah," I said, cutting him off. "The baby is yours, Thomas." And my child isn't a bastard.

He sat in the back of his chair, and ran a hand through his hair. “What... I can't accept it. How can it be mine? It was just a night .

No, I never intentionally did not tell you. My voice is shaking. I just needed time to work it all out on my own. I was not sure how you would take it.

Thomas fixed his gaze on me, trying to figure out what was going through my mind. Diana , this is a game changer.

I felt my eyes start to water and said - ""Sure am," I replied, choking just a little. " But I hope for nothing from you. I just thought you should be aware.

Reaching across the table, he squeezed my hand. Diana , you are in charge of this. Not mine. Now, will I put up with this or what control of the media says it is?

Just then the coffee shop door flew open, and a figure walked . When I turned around my heart f*****g stopped. Actually, it was Marcus - Thomas' older brother and the mulishly single-minded Secretary of our rival company currently in negotiations to take us over -

Marcus saw us and headed straight toward our table, stone-faced. "Thomas, Diana ," he greeted with a sly grin. "Yeah, funny running into the two of you here.

As Thomas's hand grasped mine firmer, I sensed an surge in anxiety. What brought Marcus to this place? And how much was he aware of it all?

"What do you want, Marcus?" Thomas asked in a cold tone.

Marcus widened his smirk as his eyes flickered from one of us to the other, "Little brother, I believe you know precisely what I desire. Yet it seems our situation just became more intriguing."

A shiver ran down my back as Marcus's words lingered. What was his awareness? How would it complicate the situation between Thomas and me?