CHAPTER TWO: A TWIST OF FATE

Narrator-

As the sun began to set on the bustling city of London, Ann found herself lost in her emotions. As she sat at the window, the room was softly shadowed by the morning light. With the recollection of his touch still fresh in her mind, her fingertips traced the delicate outline of her lips. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee blended with the lingering scent of his cologne.

While the outside world was a flare-up with activity, Ann was deep in meditation, her thoughts straying to the private moments she had spent with Alex. She could still feel the energy sparking between them with every touch, and the warmth of his arms. She found herself reliving their conversation, every word seared in her mind. The way his gaze had swept across hers, How his genuine and contagious laughter filled the room. But there was uncertainty mixed in with the residual traces of love and desire. A persistent doubt murmured in the back of her mind, wondering if this was a passing phase or something more.

Ann became lost in her thoughts and her eyes kept going back to the window, where the outside world appeared to blend into a dark background. However, she silently promised herself at that very moment to treasure every memory, every glance that was taken, and every promise that was whispered for as long as it stayed in her heart. immediately she waved off the thought. In an attempt to distract herself, Ann threw herself into work. She had loved painting since she was a child, drawing new paintings had always been her refuge, a safe route where she could escape from the complexities of her own life. Soon she set out to work letting her feelings down on her canvas. She found herself drawing Alex the man from the night before, soon the painting was ready, and she smiled and complemented it. He was indeed the most handsome gentleman she had ever met.

Later that night the weirdest thing happened. As I was finally taken over by sleep, I found myself slipping into a dream.

“I found myself standing in a large ballroom, dressed in an elegant silk dress, I looked around until I saw him, Alex, standing at a distance looking more dashing than ever. As he approached me, my heart pounded in my chest, his eyes were sparkling with warmth and kindness. “Hey, Ann he said in the sweetest masculine voice. My cheeks flushed pink as I tried to find the words to respond.

“Hi Alex, we both stood there for a moment staring into each other's eyes. And then he took a step forward closing the space between us. I held my breath, he leaned in further, and I could feel every beat of his heart, and then he bent to kiss me.

I quickly sat up with a loud gasp, my body bathed in sweat, my heart thrumming in my chest. I blew out a puff of air from my mouth and gulped as my heart continued beating at the first race. Now I was seeing him in my dreams, and as if that wasn't embarrassing enough it had to be the man I had one night encounter with.

In the other part of the bustling city of London, amidst towering high rises and the steady murmur of trade, stood a smooth and cutting-edge office building. Interior, on one of the upper floors, was the space of Alex Bennett, the CEO of Bennett Enterprises.

As the lift entryways slid open with a delicate ping, uncovering a passage lined with glass-panelled workplaces, all eyes turned towards the figure striding intentionally down the passage. Alex Bennett, clad in a very white clean, crisp shirt with an unfastened suit coat that complemented his tall, masculine body. His hair was well shaved and combed in place, His eyes a dark shade of brown. As he entered the hallway he drew the attention of his employees.

His office exists in the modern class, with gloated floor-to-ceiling windows that advertise all-encompassing sees of the city horizon. Behind a smooth glass work area, Alex sat, his expression composed however uncertain as he checked on a stack of archives with a laser-like centre.

The room murmured with proficiency, the delicate hum of computers mixing with the quiet sounds of ringing phones and tapping consoles. However, amid the controlled chaos, Alex remained a figure of calm amid the storm, a man adapted to exploring the complexities of corporate life with practised ease.

As he looked up from his work, his puncturing dim eyes appeared to require everything at once, lost no detail as they cleared over the room. His look was profound, an indication of steel underneath the surface, that cleared out no question as to his impressive notoriety within the trading world.

Alex-

As I sat down in my office, my mind wandered to her, that was the best sex of my life, the best night of my life, I miss her being in my arms I can still remember her smell, she smelled like an orchestra of flower notes and intriguing flavours, appeared to move around her like a shroud, weaving a tantalizing spell that captivated all who caught it's fragrance. But I even forgot to get her contact. Who was this girl? where was she from, at that moment I knew what I was going to do? With a new sense of purpose, I stood up I was going to look for her, I wanted to have possession of her, I wanted to kiss her again, nothing would stop me from getting her in my bed again I knew that it wouldn’t be fair to her, especially since I left in a hurry the morning after, but for now, I just wanted to catch her off guard and claim her pouty lips with my own. Lost in my thoughts Sarah my assistant walked in with a lady.

“Good day sir you have a visitor”. Looking up my eyes met hers, and my heart fell just as my jaw did, I blinked my eyes twice, maybe they were deceiving me, and there she was standing before me the same woman at the Art gala, the same woman I couldn't get my mind off, the memories of that fateful night came flooding back to me in an instant.

With her hands trembling uncomfortably in her lap, Ann is seated across from Alex at his table. Ignorant of the shocking revelation Ann is about to deliver, Alex sips his coffee.” Alex, I have something really important I have to tell you.” with a solemn expression, Alex puts down his cup.

“Ann, what's it? You appear uncomfortable.”

Taking a deep breath, Ann prepares herself for the impending news. "I’m…., I’m pregnant."