Page 269 of Hate to Love You

Leigh smirks, nodding her head stiffly.

“Stop!” Polina snaps, causing the hoard of men groping my body to freeze. “No one touches her. I want her exactly as she is for the auction.”

No one will touch me?

“Babe,” Teddy protests, echoing the disappointed sighs of the men standing around me. “Come on, I mean she’s—”

“No!” Polina hisses, glaring at him. “No one breaks her in. That’s an order.”

She walks toward us, smiling at me.

“After all, she’s worth more with my brother’s cum still inside her.”

The door opens and a short man walks into the room, stopping briefly to stare at the sight in front of him, before silently passing Polina a manila folder.

The men around me start shuffling me to the door, But Polina holds up a hand, stopping them.

“Excellent,” Polina smiles, opening the folder. “Thank you…Dr. Downing.”

My heart stops, and my eyes immediately flash to his man at her side. It’s then that I recognize the curves and lines of his face, the same as the man who delivered the worst news of my life.

Holy shit…it’s him.

“You fucking bastard!” I hiss, lunging at Dr. Downing.

But I’m stopped by Teddy, who grips me hard by the arm, pulling me backwards and shoving me back into the group of men standing at the door, their hands groping me once again.

Suddenly, Polina’s face hardens as she stares down at the file in her hands.

“Well, that’s something we need to take care of.”

She extends the folder to Leigh, whose eyes widen as well, before glancing up at me in shock.

Polina steps forward.

“Question, Abigail,” she whispers venomously, her voice sickly sweet. “Have you been with anyone else besides Roman?”

I look away from her, refusing to answer.

“No, of course you haven't,” she exclaims in delight. “Well, isn’t this excellent!”

She claps, snatching the folder from Leigh once more and grinning wildly at me as she flips it back open.

“While you were unconscious, we performed some tests. Standard procedure you know, just to ensure that you’re not carrying any diseases,” she shrugs arrogantly. “Can’t be selling faulty goods you know, it’s bad for business.”

Looking down, she reads directly from the file.

Why would she ask if I’d fucked anyone else?

“STD tests were negative, however, sample A’s hCG count is elevated at 138,094 mlU/ML,” she looks up, glancing at Leigh before turning her vicious smile to me. “Congratulations Abigail! You’re pregnant!”

My heart drops to my stomach, as my brain struggles to make sense of her words.

“No,” I whisper, my chest tightening. “I can’t be.”

Polina shakes the file in her hands.

“Blood work doesn’t lie,” she smiles. “But, unfortunately, that isn’t something our clients would appreciate.”