Page 66 of Devious Secrets

“Once when I was right out high school, but I got a lot of cramping, so I stopped.”

“Hmm.” He nods and goes back to clicking on the screen. “Do you remember what it was?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Not a problem.” He leans past the screen to smile at me, then goes back to his computer.

“I have a question, though. I’ve had unprotected sex recently. If I somehow got pregnant, will this medication hurt the baby?” I’ve done my best to keep from thinking about what might happen if what Alexander and I did this morning resulted in a baby, but now that I’m sitting in this office, the reality can’t be ignored.

“At this early of a stage, the hormones in the pill won’t do any harm, but if you’re concerned, you can wait until after your next period to start the medication,” he explains. “If you do that, you’ll want to be sure to use other protection in the meantime.”

Right. Fat chance of that happening.

Alexander seems hell-bent on staking a claim on me in every way he can. The possessiveness in his eyes when he mentioned putting a baby in my belly gave me the impression I wouldn’t be walking away from him if it happened.

This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be sitting here getting birth control. I should be asking this doctor to help me get away from Alexander. Or maybe I can just exit through the back of the office and head down to the street.

Elana is sweet, and Alexander will be pissed at her, but I can’t worry about that. I need to concern myself with getting out of this enormous mess I’ve found myself in.

With a new plan in mind, I resolve to get it done.

“Okay. Can you give me a paper script? I’m not sure which pharmacy I’m going to use.”

“Oh, no need. The medication will be delivered to the house.” He smiles like he’s just done me some huge favor.

“You don’t need—” My sentence gets cut off when the door to the exam room bursts open and Alexander stands in the doorway.

My heart skids to a stop. Every bit of life drains from my body as I take in his rage-filled eyes and the intensity of his clenched jaw.

“Alexander.” I barely get his name out of my mouth without throwing up.

His eyes sweep over me but land on the doctor.

“Mr. Volkov.” Dr. Simons gets up from the desk and faces off with Alexander. I knew he was large, but holy hell. Standing in front of the doctor, he looks like the friggin’ hulk.

“Is she sick?” he demands, still not looking at me.

The door is open behind him, but I have very little confidence I’d be able to get past him and through it.

“No. Not at all. I haven’t done an exam but there’s no concerns as of yet.” He swallows as he slips his hands into the front pockets of his light-gray lab coat.

“No exam?” Alexander’s jaw softens a bit.

“No. There isn’t a need, unless?—”

“No. There’s no need.”

“Alexander.” I start to stand, but he finally swings his gaze toward me and it has me planting my ass right back in the chair. I’m not ready to face him just yet. His eyes are still on fire.

“Would you still like me to have the medication sent to the house?” Dr. Simons asks him, completely ignoring me now that the great and powerful Alexander Volkov is in the room.

“There’s no need.” Alexander takes a small step to the side. “She’s finished here.”

“No.” I firm my jaw. “I’m not. The doctor is giving me a prescription and I’d prefer you wait outside.”

Or not at all. Getting out of this office without him seeing me is going to be impossible now. He’ll probably have his men waiting downstairs.

“The doctor has other patients.” Alexander slowly raises an eyebrow.

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