“Are you done?” Ezekiel asked when I finally finalized my paperwork.
He’s been here for an hour now—waiting for me to complete my task, and I’m cognizant of his solemn stare. I’m anxious, frankly. I’m not used to being watched by someone—by him, especially since I’m not into them. I don’t have any objectives for being with someone else.
What about my heir? I don’t know. I have no intention of having a husband or children at all. I could adopt if I wanted to, but right now, I don’t really have any plans. That’s why I’m still bothered until now when I heard him say that he’ll make me pregnant—to carry his goddamn child.
“Why did you ask?” I questioned when my eyes flickered in his direction. His coat is now fibbing on my chaise lounge while his sleeves are rolled up until it reaches his e
