A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER CHAPTERS. WHY? I DON'T KNOW. I DIDN'T INTEND IT TO. HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT. AS USUAL, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

ENJOY.

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One Day Later

Kay aimlessly rocked her leather chair, swinging her legs to the beat of the song she was humming, as she pouted at her state of boredom.

She tapped her pencil against her desk, hoping something exciting would happen and soon or else she would go mad. Kay had been ecstatic to be back at the office and out of her house but now there was nothing to do but sit.

"Let's go shopping." She enthusiastically declared to Fox who was engrossed in yet another Cosmo Magazine.

He arched a curious eyebrow at her. "Why?" He asked and Kay looked at him like he had said the most outrageous thing ever.

"What do you mean 'why'?" She drawled dramatically and Fox had to wonder what was going on with her. "I need a dress, three maybe."

His mouth gaped open. "Three? Why three?"

Kay smirked at him. "Fox, don't look at me like I'm nuts. Being a Crane, you should be used to a lot of clothes. Ivy wore a lot of expensive clothes and never twice."

He rolled his eyes at her. "My mother was a loony obsessed with looking good for your father. What's your excuse?"

"So, you want me to wear horrible clothes and look like I stole them from someone off the street?" Kay replied as she walked over to Fox and sat beside him.

Fox grinned. "I don't want you wearing anything at all." He replied smoothly.

Kay laughed as she smacked his arm playfully. "That can be arranged." She whispered, leaning close to him.

Fox gave her a quick kiss on the lips and returned his attention to the magazine, which left her wanting more. "Can we try this?" He asked hopefully as he pointed at the number one wildest thing to do in bed.

Although she was amused and very tempted to try it out, Kay remained deathly serious. "I'm not joking, Fox." She declared as she attempted to rise from her seat but Fox quickly held her back. "I need those dresses."

"Why?" He asked, setting the magazine on the table.

Kay pouted. "What do you mean, why?" Kay enunciated, looking shock. "I have to look good for the ball."

He frowned slightly, wondering what she was talking about. "What ball?"

"The Harvest Ball at the Crane mansion. Did someone forget to give you the memo or is this your way of saying that you don't want me as your date?" Kay folded her arms over her chest at pouted even more, looking hurt and affronted.

Fox pulled Kay closer and kissed her passionately. "I wouldn't want anyone else to be my date for this ball or any occasion but honestly, I didn't know about it until you brought it up." He said seriously. "Now, do you mind telling me why you're moody today?"

Kay scoffed. "I am not 'moody'." She declared incredulously. "I'm extremely bored. Now, let's go to New York." Kay smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she mentally made a list of every store on Fifth Avenue that she wanted to go to.

"Today?"

She nodded eagerly. "There's no time like the present." Kay replied in a sing song voice.

"You're not well enough to travel." He declared firmly.

Kay narrowed her eyes. "Says who?" She challenged.

Fox smiled, although his serious tone remained. "Me."

She pouted and glared at him. "You're no fun." Kay stated sullenly. "There's nothing you can do to stop me from going."

"I can have Harmony airport shut down for as long as humanly possible and don't look so doubtful, my love. Being a Crane means people will do whatever I want, no matter how ridiculous it is." Fox proclaimed smugly.

"Then you can kiss number one on that list goodbye." Kay looked at the magazine pointedly. "Better yet, make it the whole list."

Fox sighed and muttered something incoherent, shaking his head at himself. He wondered when exactly it was that Kay had him wrapped around her finger. "Fine. We'll go to New York. I'll call the pilot to have the Crane jet ready at the airport."

Kay squealed triumphantly as she ran over to him and hugged him fiercely. Fox had never seen her so excited. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed happily. "You won't regret it, I promise." Kay paused briefly, her expression growing serious. "Do you mind if John tags along?"

Fox frowned, not at all liking the idea of having John with them, although he didn't mind the other man at all. "Why?" He asked, before making a definite reply.

Kay shrugged. "Because he's my personal assistant and he's invited so that means he's going to need a suit as well." She had her reasons of course but Kay was not about to divulge it just yet.

All in due time, she thought to herself.

"As long he doesn't share our room then I guess it's alright."

"Good." Kay beamed and she stalked over to John's office, knocking hastily before pushing it open.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking startled.

"Pack up; we're going to New York." She ordered exuberantly.

"Why?"

"Shopping!"

John shook his head, frowning already. "Oh no, shopping was not part of my job description."

"Of course it was." Kay relented, still beaming. "I am your boss, therefore you do my bidding."

He scowled. "Personal assistant does not mean minion."

"If you say so but you're still coming. You need a suit for the Harvest Ball." Kay declared with finality. "And I know you don't have one. Harmony's stores don't exactly provide the most attractive clothing."

"I have no problem with Harmony's fashion."

She arched an eyebrow. "If you don't come with us, I see a very steady decline in your paycheck."

"Us?" He echoed.

"Fox and I."

"I will not be a third wheel and I'm sure Fox would like to have you to himself." John muttered, hoping that Fox hadn't heard. Having Kay standing in the doorway between their adjoining offices wasn't exactly helping either.

"He understands my reasons. Just do this for me. Please." She pleaded.

"This is blackmail." He said with a defeated sigh. John knew there was something that Kay wasn't saying and he had a funny feeling about it. It was making him worry.

He stood up and walked into her office, giving Fox a nod.

"It's for your own good. You can thank me later." She smiled as she turned around and walked back to her office. "You boys get whatever you need and meet me back here in an hour or so."

"Where are you going?" Fox queried.

"Back to my apartment. I need to get a few things ready." She declared distractedly.

"I'll go with you." He declared.

Kay shook her head. "No, that's alright. Why don't the two of you just pick me up there or we can all me at the airport. Whatever works." Fox watched her suspiciously. She was up to something and why she didn't want to share it was making Fox curious.

"We'll pick you up."

John watched the somewhat uneasy exchange, feeling like he was listening in on a private conversation. He could already tell something was wrong. Kay was edgy and Fox looked wary.

John cleared his throat. "How long are we going to be gone?"

"Two to three days." Kay replied. "I'm off." She grabbed her briefcase, walked over to Fox, gave him a quick kiss and disappeared through the doors.

Fox glanced at him curiously. "Do you know what's going on with her?" He asked.

John shrugged his shoulders although he had his suspicions.

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Kay cradled her phone between her left shoulder and ear as she looked through her closet. "You're sure that she's going to be there?" She asked the person on the other end of the line.

"Yes."

"Good." Kay quipped as she pulled a blouse out and tossed it into her pile. "Make sure she doesn't leave."

"I'll try." Came the reply.

Kay frowned at the answer. "No, you are not going to try. You're going to make sure she doesn't leave her damn house!" She ordered sternly.

"I'm not going to lock her in."

"If it comes to that, then you better damn well lock her in." Kay hissed irately.

"I'm not taking anybody hostage!"

"Fine, but you follow her wherever she goes and I swear, if you as much blink and lose her tail, you're screwed." She threatened dangerously. "Mess this up and don't expect to find work in this country."

"Alright. There's no need for threats."

Kay smiled, momentarily appeased. "Just do your job right and no one will be sorry." She declared; the happy tone in her voice returning. "I'll see you then."

She placed the phone back and returned to sorting through her closet. She sighed sharply. I have worked too damn hard for this and I am not about to let it go now, she thought to herself.

An impatient knock pierced her ears and Kay frowned as she glanced at the clock. They were early.

She pulled the door open and was surprised to find her mother standing in front of her.

"Kay." Grace said stonily as she pushed past Kay.

"I don't recall inviting you in, Grace, or giving you my address for that matter." Kay declared, her anger rising.

"Nice house." Her mother quipped as she scanned the lavishly decorated apartment. "I sense evil." She said with a shiver and Kay rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

"What did you say?" Grace snapped as she narrowed her eyes at her much older daughter.

Kay looked straight at Grace, her hatred for the other woman not missed. "Oh, nothing mother." She replied.

"I heard something." Grace insisted.

"Maybe it's the voices in your head." Kay flashed a cheery grin. "You're looking a tad bit angry, Grace. What gives?"

"I prayed that you changed into a better person, Kay. I guess I asked for too much." The other woman whispered in dismay, shaking her head wearily.

Kay shrugged her shoulders flippantly as she walked over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. "If you just accepted me as I am years ago, you wouldn't have anything to worry or pray for." She declared, glaring at Grace.

"I can't and will not accept an evil creature for a daughter." Grace hissed.

"Your loss."

Grace smirked snidely as she looked Kay up and down. "I never considered you as a loss."

"Ouch." Kay retorted dramatically as she pressed her hand over her chest. "You wound me, mother. You really do."

"Why can't be more like your Charity or Jessica?" Grace insisted infuriately. "Look how good they are!"

Kay waved her hand dismissively as she grabbed an apple and bit into it. "I'd rather rot in hell than be like those two, especially Charity. She's good and innocent and evil is after her." She grumbled. "Can we just skip this whole Charity-is-a-saint-and-Kay-is-evil part? Why don't you just get to your point?"

Grace sighed sharply. "You're dirty little tricks aren't working, Kay so why don't you leave Harmony and give us some peace?"

"I'm not leaving until I feel like it." Kay said evenly as she defensively crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't get it, do you? You lost! David and I are still together, your father and Ivy aren't getting a divorce. You haven't accomplished anything!" She hissed but Kay didn't look phased at all.

"That's because dad and Ivy aren't officially married." Kay argued. "Their marriage was a farce and so were yours and David's. You should be thanking me! I finally got Ivy off your back and daddy's. Isn't that what you've always wanted? Now, you can make her pay for everything that she's done to you and dad. She put you through a lot by making you believe that you were married to David. Unless-"

"Unless what?" Grace narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

Kay scoffed, her eyes widening as the realization hit her. "Unless you knew!"

"That's ridiculous!" Her mother protested.

"Is it really?" Kay retorted as her eyes bore into Grace. "Then why aren't you angry with David for deceiving you? Why haven't you gone after Ivy? Why do you blame me when all I did was get the truth out? You have to have known."

"You're twisting things around Kay."

"You're still with David after everything. I should have figured it out." Kay exclaimed as she paced. "All this time, you've been playing the amnesiac Suzie homemaker but you've known the truth! You're not mad that I ruined everyone's seemingly great life. You're mad because I blew your biggest excuse to be with David. If no one knew the truth, then you could keep playing along. Now that the cat's out of the bag, you're pissed because you and David can't be together anymore."

Grace's eyes blazed with fury. "These accusations are horrendous. I can't believe you would dare think that I'd keep something like that!"

Kay smiled despite herself. "You're still a horrible actress, mother. How you managed to pull your biggest stunt is beyond me." Kay shook her head. "If you really wanted to be with David, all you had to do was ask Dad for a divorce. He loved you enough to let you go and be happy with someone else. There was no need for deception."

Grace stammered as she desperately tried to come up with an excuse but it was futile. She looked away instead as fear and desperation settled in the pit of her stomach. "What are you going to do now?" Grace asked in a small voice and Kay almost felt sorry for her.

But not sorry enough.

Kay pursed her lips as she deliberated on the idea. "Well, this is definitely something that I didn't expect." She drawled, smiling gloriously. "If I tell, Dad will hate you forever but if I don't, I have something to blackmail you on. Ah, the choices."

"You can't do this to me!" Grace shrieked frantically.

She watched her mother with repugnance. "Can't I?" Kay challenged.

"I never in my life imagined that I would have a daughter as cruel as you." Grace hissed. "You've done evil things, Kay. You cheated, schemed, lied and manipulated to get what you want. You stole my son and family from me. Haven't you done enough damage?" She exclaimed as tears welled up in her eyes.

Kay rolled her eyes, not at all convinced by her mother's dramatic outburst. "Let's get something straight here. I never stole anything from you. John was never your son. You know that. And whether or not I've done enough damage is up to me."

Grace was fuming. She looked about ready to wrapped her fingers around Kay's throat and strangle the younger woman to death. "You cold-blooded-"

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I suggest you stop before you regret it." Kay intervened, wagging her index finger. "Don't have a heart attack now. I can't have you dropping dead on my floor." She sighed. "I promise I won't tell."

Grace watched her distrustfully, her eyes narrowing into thin lines as if it would help her see if Kay was telling the truth. "What did you just say?" She was dubious.

"You heard me." Kay replied. "Believe it or not, I won't spill your dirty little secret to the world." She replied, cocking her head to the side.

"Why?" Grace asked as a wave of relief washed over her.

The younger girl shrugged dismissively. "I have my reasons and don't ask me what they are. It's not your place to demand explanations. Let's just say I'm doing you a big favor." Kay declared; her voice as cold as ice. She was tempted to tell Sam, to show the world that Grace wasn't as faultless as they perceived her to be but Kay decided against it.

She knew that this would kill her father. He didn't deserve to hear the truth from her.

Enough was enough.

Grace swallowed, nodding in response. "Thank you, I guess."

Kay shook her head. "Don't thank me. You owe me now and I will come to collect sooner or later. "

Grace nodded. "Fair enough."

"Just don't do anything stupid." Kay declared firmly. She walked over to her door and opened it. "Now that we've established where we both stand, I'd like you to leave."

Grace let out a shaky breath and she nodded. "I'll see you around, I guess."

"I'd rather not. I think it's more suitable for the both of us to stay out of each other path." She muttered and Grace said nothing as she discreetly stepped out of the house.

Kay shut the door with a heavy sigh, muttering as she strode back to her room to resume packing.

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Crane Jet en Route to New York

Kay was in a bad mood and both men knew better than to infuriate her. She was lying on the seat big enough to serve as a small bed, groaning ever so often while a warm cloth was pressed on her forehead.

"Why is this happening?" She muttered out loud and John was tempted to answer.

"Did you bring any medication?" Fox asked as he shot her a concerned look.

Kay sighed heavily. "No. I never get sick on the plane." She replied wearily.

Fox nodded, creasing his forehead into a frown. "I'll go ask the steward and pilots if they have any. Maybe we'll be lucky." He declared as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek and headed to the cockpit.

Her stomach was turning itself inside out and Kay dizzily scrambled to the bathroom. John hastily went after her, shutting the door as he held Kay's hair while she retched the small breakfast that she had in the morning. "You'll be fine." He said, feeling quite sorry for her.

"I don't feel fine." Kay hissed as she grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"You're body's just adjusting." John declared, still holding her hair.

She rolled her eyes as she stood up and brushed her teeth. Kay felt disgusting and slightly embarrassed that John and Fox had to witness her like this. "What the hell are you talking about?" She demanded, spitting water.

"You're pregnant." He stated all knowingly and the toothbrush that was in Kay's hand dropped into the sink making a clinking noise.

"You have got to be out of your mind! Where the hell did you get that stupid idea?" Kay exclaimed as she hastily recovered her toothbrush and proceeded to glare at him through the mirror.

"Kay, I know that you know you're pregnant." John retorted calmly as she continued to fume at his insinuation.

"I am not pregnant!" She managed to hiss the last word as she jabbed at his arm in sheer annoyance. "Who the hell do you think you're are? You're not even a doctor."

He smirked. "I may be no doctor but I see all the signs. Morning sickness, dizziness, mood swings. And when your blood work from your 'food poisoning' comes, it'll say that you're pregnant." He insisted firmly.

"Stop insisting that I'm pregnant!" Kay whispered as she glanced at the doorway cautiously, hoping that Fox was nowhere near. "You're wrong."

He shook his head, sighing at her stubbornness. "You're in denial." He argued. "Think it through. When was your last menstrual cycle?"

Kay cringed. It felt horribly wrong to discuss her 'cycle' with John. "It doesn't matter. I'm always late." She persisted but suddenly her voice didn't sound too convincing.

"Don't lie to yourself."

She glowered at him as the thought of being pregnant wracked her with uncertainties. John had to be wrong. He had to be. "You're insane." Kay declared angrily as she moved to leave the suddenly too small bathroom when in reality it was at least five times larger than what normal planes had.

John caught her arm. "Don't drink wine or take any medication. If I'm wrong then good for you but if I'm not, would you really take the chance or screwing up your baby?"

Kay's angry gaze momentarily wavered before she yanked her arm back and stepped out of the bathroom only to stumble into Fox.

"Are you okay?" Fox worriedly asked as he caught her before she crashed into anything.

Kay nodded sheepishly, her gaze not quite meeting his. "Did you find any medicine?" She asked.

"No." He replied apologetically and Kay was suddenly relieved.

"I'm going to go lay down." She whispered, brushing past him.

Fox nodded silently as he watched her and then John who was still in the bathroom, looking uncomfortable. "She was throwing up." The other man mustered before retreating back into his seat. Fox just nodded.

Something was up and he didn't like it at all.

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One Day Later

New York

They were all walking on eggshells. The tension was so thick it felt almost suffocating. But no one said anything about it because Kay was having such a great time that she was on cloud nine.

To the men, she had momentarily lost her sanity and self control but to Kay, she was in fashion paradise. It was easy to lose herself in the piles of designer clothes with price tags that had enough zeros to buy a decent car. She would not have to think of her alleged pregnancy which Kay was yet to prove wrong and she certainly would not have to think about another secret that is being kept from her father.

After five hours of going in and out of shops, trying every imaginable shade of every color available for a dress, Kay was finally satisfied that she bought enough.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she and Fox walked back to their suite. John was conveniently a floor below them.

The bellhop followed behind them, somewhat struggling with the majority of her shopping bags.

Fox dismissively gave him a crisp hundred once Kay's things were set.

"Thank you for enduring that for me." Kay said as she kissed him softly.

"No problem. Just don't do it too often." Fox replied with a smile as his arms tightened around her waist. "You have this scary, ravenous look in your eyes when you're in shopping mode."

Kay chuckled as she trailed kisses on his jaw line. "Is there any way I can make up for it?" She asked playfully; her voice low and seductive.

Fox arched an eyebrow. "I can think of quite a few. Are you up for the challenge?" He replied, crushing his lips against hers.

Kay moaned as she pressed herself against Fox so that they would fall back on the bed. "The question is, Fox, are you?" She whispered hotly against his ear before peeling herself off of him and walking into the bathroom.

A few amazing hours later, they laid on the bed silently. Fox was asleep, his arm protectively placed on her stomach while Kay laid beside him, her eyes cast on the ceiling.

I'm not pregnant. I'm not pregnant. I'm not pregnant. Kay chanted in her head. As thrilled as she was with the thought of having another child, Kay was beyond terrified. Her mind was filled with doubt.

There were too many things to consider.

Kay let a shaky breath escape her lips as she propped one elbow on the bed and watched Fox while he slept. A smile crept on her lips as her finger traced Fox's brow, then his nose, resting on his lips.

I'd want our baby to have your smile. Kay thought guiltily and she pushed the idea away before settling back on the bed.

Fox opened his eyes tiredly and a frown crossed his face as he watched Kay. She looked troubled. "What's the matter?" He asked.

She smiled at him, her eyes hinting a sadness that she didn't want him to notice. "Just thinking." Kay replied.

"About?"

Kay shrugged. "My mother." She lied. It was the first thing that came to mind and Kay knew well enough that she could not possibly tell Fox that she was thinking about wanting her alleged baby to look like him.

"Did something happen?" He softly asked.

She nodded. "We talked."

"Did you?" He stated curiously. "When?"

"Before we left for New York." Kay stated flippantly.

"Was it bad?" He asked, tightened his arm around her. Kay sighed as she relished the comfort of Fox's presence.

"Nothing good ever comes out of my mother and I being in the same room together." She answered candidly.

"Oh."

Kay shrugged flippantly. "At least I didn't have to punch and knee her." She stated, half smiling. She had told Fox about what occurred between her and Miguel and at first he was worried but later became amused. Kay always knew how to finish a conversation dramatically.

Fox nodded. "That's always a plus. Have you heard anything from him by the way?"

She shook her head. "I'm expecting to. Big tough Luis won't let anyone get away with hurting his little brother. Something will come up. I'm sure of it."

"Why are you so calm about everything?" He asked admiring her strength.

Kay momentarily hesitated. "Not everything." She corrected honestly. Fox shot her a curious look, wondering what she meant. "Let's go to dinner. I'm starved." She suggested.

"Sure. Let me take a quick shower." Fox replied as he sat up and swung his legs to the side of the bed.

"Alright." Kay replied as she watched him slip into the bathroom. She put on her robe, reached for her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Wood here." Replied the voice.

"What happened to the traditional 'hello'?" Kay jibed, sarcasm slightly hinted in her cheerful voice.

"Don't start. What do you want?"

An annoyed frown formed on Kay's face. "That's not a very nice way to speak to the person who pays you money so you survive." Kay retorted, still sounding cheery.

The other person on the line sighed, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "If you must know, I don't solely rely on your money to live like a decent person."

"And you're not a decent person." Kay stated leaning against the headboard. "So, how's the 'mark'?"

"You make it sound like I'm on a hunt here."

Kay sighed. "Enough with the sarcasm. Answer the damn question." She ordered sternly.

"The 'mark' is fine. She's at home. Hold on, someone's calling her house."

Kay listened curiously. "And you know this how?"

"I'm right across the street and I bugged her house."

"Good thinking. Before you get any curious ideas, don't even consider bugging my apartment or anyone close to me without mine or their permission. Curiosity killed the cat. Don't assume it won't happen to a nosey P.I."

"What's with the threats? I'm doing the best I can here and I'm not stupid enough to betray you."

Kay smiled. Intimidation was a great tool. "Good boy."

"Shit." Wood cursed. "The airport just called to tell her that her flight has been delayed and would now be a few hours later. She's going Hong Kong tonight."

"What?" Kay exclaimed, wondering why the 'mark' would need to go to Hong Kong. "She can't leave the country!"

"I know that!" He retorted just as loudly. "What do we do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do?" Kay snapped irritably. "This is your job, so you do something! How could you not know she was planning to leave the country? You were supposed to know everything!"

"Yelling at me will not stop her from leaving." Wood replied grimly. "Look, this is probably your only chance to meet her. Get here as soon as you can. I'll watch her. Just hurry."

Kay muttered something vulgar. "I'm sending someone there."

"Another lackey?"

"Shut up and do your job. Keep me updated." Kay hastily hung up and got dressed. She fumbled through her suitcase and found a file tucked into the lining for safe keeping. She glanced at the bathroom doorway. "Fox?"

No answer.

She cursed and strode out of the room, hoping that he wouldn't mind that she left without letting him know.

A few minutes later, she was in John's room. He looked surprised to see her there.

"Is there a problem?" He asked. Kay looked a little disheveled.

"This is for you." She handed him a small white folder. John watched her warily as he took it from her.

"Who is she?" He asked as he looked through the file.

Kay swallowed. "Her name is Claire Montgomery." She explained. "She's your mother."

John paled as the words escaped Kay's lips. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "What?" He stammered.

Kay sighed as she shuffled her feet uncomfortably. "I know you didn't ask but I felt like I owed it to you to find her." She felt somewhat guilty that she took the only mother that John knew of.

"Kay-"

She ignored his protest. "You can be mad at me as much as you want but she's leaving the country and who knows when she'll be back. You have to go see her."

"I can't."

Kay smiled sympathetically. "Fine. But her address is right there. She's leaving for Hong Kong tonight. I don't know when she'll be back. It's your decision." She declared softly. "I should get back to my room. Fox might be worried."

Kay immediately retreated out of the room, leaving John to stare at her in disbelief. She reentered her room a few minutes later to find a very annoyed Fox.

"So how's John?" He asked tersely, gritting his teeth. Fox knew that something was off. His suspicions where confirmed on the plane. Kay looked perturbed while John was just as uncomfortable. And now Kay was sneaking out of their room without telling him

"How did you know I went to see him?" She asked, wondering why he was so angry.

He glared at her. How dare she play innocent? "You're always running off to him." Fox declared curtly.

Kay frowned. "We work together. Why are you angry with me?"

"Don't you think it's rather rude to run off to another man right after you just slept with me?" Fox asked icily, his tall frame towering over her.

Kay blinked back her hurt. She knew what he was implying and it stung. For the first time in a long time, she was speechless. Half an hour ago, she had been thinking of how nice it was if their baby-the baby who she wasn't sure she was pregnant with yet despite John's insistence-had his features.

Now he was accusing her of 'running off' to John. "I found his mother. I thought it would be nice if I gave him the information that I had." Kay explained frigidly as she fought to keep her temper in check.

Fox looked startled and when he opened his mouth to speak again, Kay didn't bother to wait. She immediately grabbed her purse from the table, turned around and yanked the door open, slamming it behind her.

"Kay!" Fox called after her but she ignored him.

She angrily pressed the elevator button, hoping that it would reach her floor before Fox caught up with her.

But unfortunately, luck was not on her side.

Fox caught her just in time. "Kay," He said softly, looking awfully guilty. "I'm sorry. Come back to the room."

She refused to look at him. "No."

"Love, I-"

Kay glared at him angrily. She was livid. "I don't want to hear it!" She hissed. "I know what you think and I don't care that you're sorry. It doesn't change the fact that you thought I was sleeping with John behind your back. You might as well have called me a slut!"

With that said, Kay stormed off.

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A/N: OKAY, DON'T GET ANGRY. I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT IT THERE. I PROMISE TO CONTINUE THEIR ARGUMENT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I LEFT A LOT OF THINGS UNRESOLVED. FOR EXAMPLE, KAY AND GRACE'S ARGUMENT, JOHN AND HIS MOM, THE BABY AND THIS ARGUMENT WITH FOX AND KAY. DON'T WORRY; ALL WILL BE FINE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I HAVE MY REASONS FOR DOING THIS.

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