Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 13 – Dual Relationship

Finally, after what feels like an endless list of my credentials, I get Victor talking about his goals for the sessions use the opportunity to quietly freak out.

I put my hand over the phone’s receiver and turn my face away, breathing deeply as my mind spins, trying to figure out my next step. I should, of course, immediately end the call before Victor tells me anything real about his life, his relationships, his intimacies.

This is a textbook case of a conflict of interests. I definitely shouldn’t be Victor’s therapist because I’ve figured out his identity but he hasn’t figured out mine – it creates a power imbalance.

Oh, and because we’ve slept together, and because he’s trying to steal my children, just to name a few other reasons.

“s**t s**t shit…” I mutter under my breath. I know I should hang up the phone but…

Something inside me nudges me, telling me that fate has delt me a sweet hand here. Perhaps, just perhaps, I shouldn’t ignore this so quickly.

Everything in this custody case is weighted in Victor’s favor – at least in legal terms. The minute it becomes clear that I intentionally kept Victor’s children from him, not giving him a chance to acknowledge Ian and Alvin as his sons and heirs, the court will turn in his favor.

But now, suddenly, I have access to Victor’s deepest secrets, fears, even his plans for the future. It’s unethical, of course, but…are ethics really the most important thing when he’s trying to take my kids?

If Victor were in my place, he’d take every advantage that came his way. Alphas like Victor don’t think codes of ethics apply to them, swiping them away like cobwebs whenever they pose an inconvenience.

My eyes narrow as my heart hardens. Fine. I’ll play by his rules.

“Hello?” I hear the gruff voice echo from the phone, which I’ve forgotten is in my hand. I return my attention quickly back to the call.

“Mmmhmmmm…” I say, pretending to think deeply. “That DOES present a…conundrum for you…” I say, grimacing and hoping that I’ve responded coherently to whatever it was he just said.

“I agree,” says Victor, sounding satisfied, “I’m glad you recognize that it’s a complicated issue.”

“Certainly, certainly,” I confirm.

the same page. I will consult my schedule and arrange a call for later

blankly at the receiver in my hand. My mind is conflicted, half greedy and victorious, half anxious that I’ll get caught, lose my license, lose

returning the phone to its cradle.

her head in, flashing me a questioning

all went

“I think it’s going to be an interesting case for you, and that you have exactly the skills and expertise necessary to really help

my stomach. Ha, if only she knew. But this will give me leverage, information I

spirit within me begins to growl softly, and I feel a small pleasure at this new adventage.

mood and c***s her head to the side. “You okay,

a false cheerful front and stretching to demonstrate that I’ve been tired. “It’s just been…a long couple

for a moment, and then gives me a big smile. “Great,

my hands

to stay remote for the foreseeable future, and anonymous, until he feels really comfortable. Some of these celebrities never want to reveal their identities, despite all the nondisclosures you’ve signed and will continue to sign.” She tucks her phone away and shrugs. “I get it, they’re

her believe it. I also say a quick prayer that this

case?” I say, carefully prying. “He spent most of his time

know,” Ty says, “it’s a pretty standard relationship crisis, only made particularly complicated because

Tyesha continue without too many interruptions. People

they talk. He’s having trouble controlling his

one,” I say softly, vaguely,

as I hoped she would. “He let something slip, in his intake interview – something about losing his temper and becoming the person hates – someone from his past, I think.” She blinks

knows,” she says, smiling. “I’m sure you’ll get into it

for once, I have no kids on a Friday afternoon. Do you want to stay for a bit? Have

feet. “Who is this date with? Is it