Page 106 of The Heir

"King, what the fuck?" I groan. Tentatively peeling a hand away from my skin, I lament at the state of my face. My face is slightly clammy and my color is washed out, but it's the little dots that adorn my entire face that give me pause. I burst blood vessels in my face with how sick I was. "Oh my Godddd," I say weakly.

I hear the water start back up and King steps into me, tugging my hands down before I feel a cool, wet cloth pass over my cheeks and forehead.

"I should take you to the doctor, make sure you're okay," he says quietly, and the concern in his eyes takes me back. My eyes flicker up at him, knowing that he's probably right, but not for the reason that he thinks. I pause, not sure how ready am I to share this with him, that I could be pregnant.

"No… I'm fine. I don't go to the doctor for every little thing. I'll drink some broth, and go in a little late today. I feel fine." Other than the soreness from the rough sex we'd had last night, I'm telling the truth. "I really think maybe the food didn't sit right with me."

King stays quiet, assessing me thoroughly.

Bending, he picks me back up and carries me to his bed before laying me back down. "I'll be back in a minute. I'm going to grab you something light for your stomach. Are you sure you're okay for me to leave?"

I nod. Burying deeper into the pillows and blankets I take a second to smell his bed. It smells like him, though the scent isn't as strong because he's been in my bed for the most part. "Yes, I'm okay. I promise."

He brushes his hand down my hair before getting off the side of the bed and leaving the room, giving me just enough time to have a miniature freak out. I need to schedule a doctor's appointment. Flopping over to my side, I reach for my cell and call my gynecologist, praying I can make an appointment for today. Thankfully the office answers quickly, and when I tell them how sick I am, explaining how my face is broken out in blood vessels, and how I need an emergency pregnancy test they get me in right away.

Blowing out a relieved breath, I take the opening in the afternoon right before the office closes, hanging up quickly just as King walks through the door with a plate of grapes, cheese and crackers. "Thank you," I say quietly, reaching out to squeeze his wrist affectionately as he puts it down on my nightstand.

I'm distracted by the sight of his rippling muscles, and for a moment, I'm just staring. Only able to snap out of it when I see his eyes fall to my phone still clutched in my hand. My heart skips a beat as I literally see the thought that he wants to go through it so I put the phone down slowly, trying not to act suspicious.

Popping a grape in my mouth, I chew. "I'm about to get ready to go in. I'm late, but Blair can handle everything for an hour without my presence I think." Making conversation while trying to cover up why I had my phone while not lying. Will he buy it?

King's eyebrow arches. "I don't think you should go in." Folding his arms he continues to stand there and stare with a gaze so piercing that I begin to panic. Does he know? He can't know, not before I'm sure.

I take another couple of grapes to try and stuff my mouth before standing up. "I'm going to get dressed," I mumble through a mouthful of food. "Excuse me." Before he can say anything I go into the closet to pick out something to wear, settling on a simple pair of black slacks and white fitted tee.

"Hey, Isobel." King stops me with a hand on my elbow just before I go to walk into the bathroom. I pause, not wanting to meet his eyes but knowing if I don't it'll seem even more suspicious. "What is it going to take for you to stay home today?"

I frown. "On my second day in the office? No! I can't be seen looking like a slacker. King… stopworrying,"I place my hand over his and rub gently. "I'm really ok, so, you don't have to hover over me. I know how to lay down if I don't feel good… I promise I'll have Xavier bring me straight home if I'm not feeling well."

Pulling away, I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair into a high ponytail. And though I don't feel like it, I resign myself to putting on a very light cover of makeup. As I work, King shaves, staying quiet.

Half an hour later we're in the car, headed to the office. I look over at him and place my hand on his face, smoothing my thumb over his cheek. He's been attentive the forty minute drive to the office, smoothing his hand down my hair, rubbing my knee affectionately. He pulled me over so I could rest my head on his shoulder and I'm thankful for the peace he gives me.

Oureyes meet and I melt.

"I love you," I whisper, and with the words I see a weight lift off him as he visibly relaxes. It's like he's tense, needing verbal confirmation of my love for him.

"I love you, too," King murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. It's then, when his lips are so soft against mine, that I almost break and tell him what I suspect. But unfortunately old woulds surface, making me hesitate.

Realistically, despite how he says he feels and how enamored we seem to be with each other, I'm still trying to get to know this man.

In the elevator heading to my floor I remain quiet, needing time to come to terms with the fact that I might be pregnant with his baby, when it hits me. How the hell am I going to evade Xavier?

Looking out the side of my eye, I try and figure out a way out underneath the eyes of my body guard. "Hey King, I don't think it's necessary for me to have security while I'm at work, especially when I'm in the office. Maybe Xavier-"

"Security is non-negotiable Isobel, you know that." King cuts me off, and I can tell it makes him weary that I'm constantly talking about the staff. Complaining about them, if I'm being honest.

"But in the office though?"

"Hm-hm. In the office too." I bite my lip as the elevator smoothly rolls to a stop and then King pulls me to him, grabbing a handful of my ass and kissing me deeply before letting me and Xavier off. "Bye baby, I'll be checking on you."

I turn to walk through the foyer and seeing Blair I smile. "Hey chica, good morning. Do you have any other applicants listed for me?"

Blair stands, smoothing down her red pencil skirt. "Yes ma'am. And I got a tea for you as well." She comes around the corner witha stack of envelopes and a tall cup with a lid. The kind action makes me melt, and I take it from her with a little smile.

"Oh Blair, I don't expect you to get me drinks and stuff…" I say softly, but even though I wasn't expecting it, the gesture warms me more than I'd like to admit. I'm still a little queasy from this morning and my thoughts won't stop racing. "But I really needed this. What a morning," I mumble as we make our way into my spacious office. I have the same view King has, and the knowledge makes me giddy.

"Well." Blair sets the stack of folders on my desk and we both sit, sipping our tea. "I think you'll find that there's a lot of promising candidates in here. New to the business and needing a chance, just as you requested."

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