IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD: PREGNANT WITH THE CEO’S BABY - Chapter #4 - Free To Read

"What the actual hell?"

Alex muttered, staring at the woman in his arms, blinking as if his brain was struggling to process the scene before him.

Sophie Carter—his secretary—was standing unsteadily in a nightclub, reeking of alcohol, her eyes hazy and cheeks flushed.

He wasn’t sure which part of this situation shocked him more—finding her here after she’d suddenly left work, or the fact that she’d just collapsed into his arms in the middle of a chaotic dance floor.

He caught her just as she was about to fall.

She stumbled again, and his grip tightened instinctively.

“Sophie?” His voice was sharp, demanding answers. “What are you doing here?”

Sophie lifted her head sluggishly, blinking up at him as if trying to figure out if he was real or just another hallucination from her intoxicated state. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a slurred, barely coherent mumble.

“I—um…you…club…Benita…drinks…so many drinks…”

Alex’s jaw tightened. So she was blackout drunk.

He let out a breath and was about to speak again when Sophie suddenly wriggled free from his hold, stumbling forward. His hands twitched, ready to catch her again if needed, but she managed to steady herself.

A man approached Sophie. He had a cocky smirk on his face, the kind Alex had seen too many times before.

“Changed your mind, sweetheart?” the guy drawled, stepping closer.

Despite her drunken state, Sophie immediately tensed, narrowing her eyes. “Get lost,” she slurred.

The man chuckled. “Come on, babe. You were playing hard to get before, but now that you’re back, how about we have a little fun?”

Alex’s hands curled into fists, his blood boiling.

Sophie shot him a furious glare. “I said no,” she hissed.

The man, completely ignoring her rejection, reached out and slapped a hand on her butt.

Sophie’s eyes flared with rage, and she raised her hand to slap him in the face.

The bastard was faster. He caught her wrist mid-air, twisting it slightly. "Feisty, huh?" he sneered. "I like that."

Alex moved without thinking.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the guy by the collar and slammed his fist into his face.

A sickening crack echoed through the club as the man stumbled backward, clutching his nose.

Gasps filled the air. People turned to stare, the music even pausing for a brief moment. But Alex wasn’t done. He surged forward, tackling the man to the ground.

He barely registered the voices around him or how people scrambled to get out of the way. All he saw was red.

"Touch her again, and I’ll make sure you walk out of this bar on a stretcher,” Alex growled, his mind a blur, adrenaline coursing through him. He couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of his own heartbeat.

His thoughts were consumed by his fury, his hands moving on autopilot. Slowly, as if through a distant echo, a particular voice broke through...

"Mr. Donald!"

It was Sophie’s voice.

His breathing was ragged, knuckles aching, but he finally forced himself to stop. His eyes snapped up to meet Sophie’s wide, terrified ones.

She looked shocked. And a little… scared.

Alex exhaled sharply, realizing that everyone was staring. The club had gone eerily silent. Even the bartender had frozen mid-pour. The man beneath him groaned, barely conscious, his face a mess of blood and bruises.

Shit.

Without another word, Alex stood up and grabbed Sophie’s wrist, dragging her toward the exit.

"Mr. Donald—"

"Shut up and walk," he muttered.

She didn’t resist. She couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened. Paralyzed by alcohol, her thoughts were hazy, but as her mind began to clear, she still couldn’t make sense of it. One thing was certain, though—something had gone horribly wrong.

He had kissed her hours ago and now he was defending and protecting her from a harasser?

Did he like her?

He pushed open the club doors, inhaling the crisp night air. His car was parked just outside, and without thinking, he led her straight to it.

"W-where’s Benita?" Sophie suddenly mumbled, blinking around in confusion.

"I don’t know and I don’t care," Alex snapped. "She should’ve never left you alone in a place like this."

Sophie frowned. "She didn’t—"

"Get in," he interrupted, opening the passenger door for her.

She hesitated but eventually slid inside.

Alex slammed the door shut before walking around to the driver's side. His head was still spinning with anger—anger at Sophie for coming here, anger at the guy for touching her, anger at himself for reacting so violently.

He got in, gripping the steering wheel tightly before exhaling.

Finally, he turned to face Sophie. "What the hell were you doing in a nightclub, drinking yourself stupid?"

She blinked, looking as if she was struggling to focus. "I was…uh, celebrating?"

"Celebrating what?"

She furrowed her brows. "Something… I think? Or maybe I was just trying to forget something…"

Alex narrowed his eyes.

Before he could ask, Sophie suddenly hiccupped. Her face turned a little pale. Then she let out a loud belch.

Alex's stomach dropped. He frowned. "Sophie, don’t you dare—"

Before he could finish his sentence, she lurched forward and puked all over his shirt.

The smell hit him instantly, making him gag.

Sophie blinked at him, feeling a warm burst of happiness. Then—without warning—her head lolled to the side, and she passed out