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Darius stared at the sealed letter waiting on his desk, the crisp white paper just begging to be torn into. He had been so certain that he would not blame Owen for the contents, but now that he was here he felt that he might.
Owen was scrolling through a financial report at his desk, completely oblivious to Darius' silent struggle.
With a deep breath, Darius turned the letter over and opened it. It doesn't matter, he told himself. Whatever's in here doesn't matter. It will all get fixed and go away, like it didn't even– His thoughts froze as his eyes found the last line of the report.
Alpha DNA: Darius Holt
Omega DNA: Owen Mitchell
Fetus DNA: Darius Holt, Owen Mitchell
His heart stopped. Darius Holt. His name. His DNA. The baby…that child in Owen's belly…that was his child.
He sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. How? How was that even possible? He had not met Owen before his dad had hired him as an assistant. And he and Owen had not gotten together until weeks afterward. And they had not properly slept together until weeks after that. What was going on? How was this happening? His phone rang, and he snatched it up.
"You said you needed a document modified?" It was Marlowe, Darius' hacker, investigator, and underworld connection.
Darius blinked slowly. Right. He had not sent the document to Marlowe to change. So this was real. Real. Not fake. Real.
"Um, sir?"
Darius shook himself out of it. "Sorry, Marlowe. I just realized I don't need anything modified. Sorry about the hassle." He was about to hang up when an idea hit him. What if… "But I've got something else." He got up and stepped out of the main office into the private safe room behind his desk. "I went to a nightclub about six and a half months ago on a Tuesday evening with Noah."
Keys tapped on the other end of the call. "Do you remember the name of the place?"
"Drunk Dreams."
Marlowe snorted. "Been there a few times. Think the name fits."
"Definitely," Darius muttered before continuing, "Anyway, what I want you to look for in the security footage is an omega in a gray suit who approaches me. I need his name, address, place of employment, everything."
Marlowe whistled softly. "You suing this guy or somethin'?"
"Not your business," Darius retorted. "Just get the information and get it ASAP. I want it before the end of the day." He hung up before Marlowe could say anything else, grabbed a favorite book from the shelf as an excuse in case Owen asked, and headed back out into the office.
Owen did not even glance up. He seemed totally absorbed in double-checking the digital report against the printed one. He mumbled a muffled protest as Darius ambushed him with a kiss. When Darius pulled away, his eyes were bright but a little scared. "We're at work, Mr. Holt."
"It's my company," Darius replied, nibbling at Owen's lips in between each word. He felt Owen's heat rise and grinned. "And I want to fuck."
Owen's mouth dropped open slightly, as if he could not believe Darius' boldness. "The door," he hissed, pushing on Darius' shoulders. "A secretary could just walk in!"
Darius could care less who saw him claiming his omega, but he obliged Owen, going over and locking the door. "Is that better for you, baby?" he asked as he returned, his voice hitting a dangerously low pitch.
Owen stood up, carefully shutting the folders on his desk. "Please don't mess up my paperwork."
Darius laughed as he grabbed Owen's waist. "As you wish." He pulled Owen step by step over to the couch. "There's no paperwork to mess up over here."
Owen shuddered as Darius lifted one of his legs and laid him down on the couch. His hands traced the veins down Darius' neck with hypnotizing softness.
"How should I do you?" Darius whispered, his teeth catching on the shell of Owen's ear. "Front or back? Or do you want to ride me?"
Owen flushed a deep crimson.
Darius smirked. "Look at you, all innocent and naive."
Owen shoved at his shoulder. "Don't say that. It's just that…" His face turned an even deeper shade of red. "No one's talked about sex with me the way you do."
"Get used to it, baby." Darius was already grinding his hips against Owen's, his body unable to wait out the conversation. "So? What do you want?"
Owen shrugged, but Darius could see how hard he was fighting to stay casual and not whimper. "You seem to have some energy to work off, so I'll let you decide."
"Hmm, bold." Darius shed his suit jacket. "Get undressed while I decide."
Owen did what he could with Darius on top of him and holding his leg up over his arm.
Darius did the rest, his every nerve thrilling as he revealed Owen's beautiful body. "On your hands and knees, baby."
Owen obeyed. He stiffened when Darius started fingering him open, but he quickly relaxed and even shifted his hips to help Darius get deeper.
The office filled with heavy breaths and soft whimpers as Darius continued. As eager as he was to fuck Owen senseless with pleasure, Darius paused after he pushed in and carressed Owen's stomach. This was a dream come true for him, a dream he had never dared to voice. His. Owen was his. Owen's baby was his. His. His. His.