Kane’s POV
Brandy looks like a deer caught in the headlights as I take another step closer, the leaflet gripped tightly in my hand, the one that gives the impression that she’s thinking about fertility treatments. I didn’t even know she was seeing someone, and I don’t know why, but the thought really f.ucks me off. How long has she been seeing this guy? Long enough to be thinking about kids, it seems. Is it that needle d.ick from the PR department who had hold of her seconds ago? Is he going to be the father?
‘So?’ I demand my feet bringing me to within feet of her, only the desk between us, ‘what is this for Brandy?’
I wave the pamphlet in front of her face to reiterate my question as her mouth opens and then closes again.
‘Are you having a kid?’ I demand roughly, ‘who with?’
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