(James Bay - Us)

"I was going to tell you…" Mac pleaded her grey eyes looked misty as she climbed up from the floor.

""Looks like you get the part. Congratulations." Dick accused her throwing the letter at her. His blonde hair was tousled and his eyes spat fire. He looked like an angry angel.

Their lust-filled interlude had ended quickly soured when he'd started picking up the contents of her that scattered across the floor and he found the pamphlets and lab results from Neptune's Women's clinic detailing her ultrasound appointment.

"It wasn't like that!" she sobbed her voice was high and unsteady.

Turns out… he was mad at her because they had definitely not been having the same conversation before he'd stripped her bare and drove his body into hers until they were exhausted. Even now he couldn't reconcile that not so long ago her petite body had been wrapped around him like a clambering vine.

Now she looked poisonous and he jerked his arm away from her as if someone were moving him remotely without his permission.

"It wasn't like you've been keeping the fact you are pregnant from me?" Dick said spitting the words angrily at her.

Shame-faced and still half-naked she bit her lip while her eyes welled with tears. He studied her face for a moment and then laughed bitterly.

"Is it even mine?" he demanded recalling how she'd been dating Bronson for weeks while hooking up with him in secret.

She opened her mouth to answer but he cut her off, letting out a hard laugh.

"No wait… of course it is. You wouldn't have invested all this time in making sure I'd no reason to doubt it if I hadn't been the one who knocked you up" he spat his blue eyes like chips of ice as he pulled on his jeans.

"You think I planned this?" Mac asked in disbelief blood draining from her face.

"I'm guessing Dr Dolittle just didn't have a bank account padded with enough zeros for you. I guess it helps since we are obviously attracted to each other. Clever though for making me think this whole thing was my idea…" He said bitterly yanking his white shirt over his head.

He'd been such an idiot! Seduction and Strategy…

A lump lodged in her throat. Of all the ways she'd pictured this conversation going, never in a million years had she thought it would go like this. He'd obviously taken her silence as a confession because he charged forwards taking up all the space and crowding her against the wall.

"Why are you acting so offended? Not one managed to draw me in like this. Of all the little gold-diggers I've met in my lifetime, and believe me there's been plenty. I've met some of the best. I guess you've been studying me longer though. First Beaves. Then me? Sorry, you had to endure more than a few mindless minutes." he growled his hand gripping her face and making her look up at him.

"Please, Dick…" Mac cried, every word out of his beautiful mouth was like a dagger.

Such a pretty little liar… every time she'd arched her back wantonly pleading with him to take her… all lies... the whole time...

"Oh you've had quite enough of that. Good job." Dick assured her mockingly unmoved by the tears falling from her eyes. "Mind if I ask you something though? The things you do…" he swallowed trying to shut down the memories of how she had used that lush body to clamp around him like a fist and rode him perfectly as if someone had given her the playbook for his dick. His arms braced by her shoulders he studied her face.

"The way you fucked me almost insane every time… you were behind that test in High School…" he said feeling his face twist. The horror in those eyes belied the truth and his heart sunk like a stone and he went to take a step back from her.

Manipulative conniving bitch. "Wrong answer."

"I know you are angry with me right now…" she pleaded, her small hands gripping his shirt but he held her wrists and pried them firmly away. The temptation to press his mouth to hers or tell her to get to her knees was like a tug of war inside his body. If he smashed his fist into the wall, he'd go right through the brickwork he was sure of it. He'd always joked that the devil was a beautiful woman. This harpy was going to drag him straight to Hell.

"Get dressed," he flung at her. Amused he watched bitterly as she blushed, embarrassed as if just now realizing she was still naked. "Little late to act shy now. Been there. Done that."

Hating that he'd noticed too. Interest stirring all over again and drawing his attention to her perfect breasts. The gentle swell of life was barely showing signs yet, but somehow, he was filled with primal awareness that she was carrying his baby.

He knew it would be churlish of her to refuse, to wield her nakedness as a weapon but didn't, she shyly ducked under his arm averting her gaze, she made light work hurriedly tugging on her shirt and jeans. Wide eyes assessing him her arms hugging protectively over her stomach, and the gesture alone made him furious. Images of what their children might look like were hard to shake. Curiosity flared in his gut when he recalled the line about upcoming ultrasound appointments.

She might have deceived him, but he wouldn't fail his blood this time.

"Too late to find your running shoes" he spat eyes narrowing on her with unveiled hostility. "The horse has already bolted, you wanted a Casablanca's baby. You got one… but no way am I letting you keep it."

Mac paled. "What are you saying?"

"Let's not pretend when there's no one else around to benefit from your little performance," he said regarding her for a long moment. "How much money?"

"Money? How dare you!" she snapped grabbing her bag and reaching for the door.

"Holding out won't get you a better offer. Look me in the eye... and name your price. Honeymoon's over. There are no divorce papers to sign. A baby is no reason to continue this farce and considering the amount of manipulation you've employed to get this far. I won't be leaving any child of mine to be raised by a heartless viper who took advantage because I was drunk.. and in a dark place..." Dick growled yanking her back to face him. "So. How. Much?"