Attention All Units

Earlier when Zyran had stepped down from his car, he had noticed a movement close to the alley. He was going to ignore it at first but then he remembered the girl who had been stalking him.

He walked straight inside the club and walked up to the head security.

"Let me see the camera outside," Zyran ordered. He wanted to be sure it was the girl. She was the only one he knew who would be clumsy with following someone.

"Here it is, Sir," the security pointed at the screen that led outside.

Right there in the dark, Mila looked around for a way to enter the club. She stood by the corner staring at the bodyguards who weren't moving.

"Looks like she's trying to get in," the head security stated, bringing out his walkie-talkie. "All units, this is control, there is-"

Zyran took the walkie-talkie from the man. "This is Zyran. Attention to all units. There is a young woman in black, let her be when she tries to get in," Zyran narrowed his eyes when the girl walked away from the front door.

"Back door- she's- back door units. Leave now," he ordered when he saw she was moving toward the back door.

The head security was confused. He tried to catch a glimpse of the young woman's face that their boss was so interested in, even jeopardizing the security of the place just for the girl to get in.

Zyran handed the walkie-talkie back to the head security. "Let me know where she's going in real time."

"Yes, Sir," the head security bowed and returned his attention to the screen. "She's moving to the inner rooms."

Zyran nodded. "Ask all occupants to leave through the front door right now."

"But, sir, they—"

Zyran stopped walking and turned to look at the man. "I said now."

"Yes, sir- sorry for- and he's gone," the head security, a middle-aged man, sighed tiredly. He dropped into his chair, wondering how to tell the VIP members who were either high or having fun to leave abruptly.

The man picked up the telephone, tapping it on the table. Working with the Montclair has its perks but also came with heart attacks.

"Good evening inner rooms, this is a code red. We've detected a fire outbreak and would like to keep you all safe. Kindly leave the room through the front door," the man spoke over the telephone.

In present time, Zyran walked out through the back door, casually walking down the lonely path. He could hear the pitter-patter of the girl's short legs trotting behind him.

He swiftly made a turn, expecting the girl to get scared and run back as it was late in the night. Any normal girl would be afraid to follow a man, but to his greatest amusement, she followed him.

And just when she could no longer see him, Zyran appeared from behind her. At the moment, his eyes were on the girl's short legs that moved back each time he took a step forward.

Mila's blood became chilled when she heard the door close. Her eyes were on the door as she plotted how to make a run for it out of the room. This wasn't how she planned it, to be with this man all alone in a room.

And what did he mean by second installment? Of pregnancy, maybe?

Mila was so immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't able to look at the man standing in front of her.

Zyran followed the girl's eyes and noticed how she stared at the door unblinkingly. He moved the knob, and her eyes moved. She was plotting her escape.

"You—" Zyran spoke, and the girl flinched. He knitted his brows, wondering why she had behaved in such a manner.

"Look at me."

Mila shook her head. "I- I didn't co-me to do it again."

"Do what?" Zyran asked as if he didn't know what the girl was talking about. His expression remained stoic.

Mila rubbed her sweaty hand that was greasy because of the honey butter she ate earlier. "I- I'm sorry."

Zyran let go of the door knob and sighed. He dipped his hand inside his leather jacket pocket. Resting his back against the door, he didn't know how to feel now that he had finally seen the girl he spent the night with that day.

He expected her to be confident and bold, but she looked fragile and tiny. As if she would melt if he even tried to touch her.

"Do you know who I am?" Zyran asked, his patience running thin. He didn't know why the girl was acting like he could hurt her when he hadn't even done anything.

Mila nodded. Of course, she remembered his voice. Though not his face, since she hadn't looked at him properly, she knew he was the man she woke up with that day. The father of the unborn child she was carrying.

The reason for her being pregnant!

Zyran nodded, his blue eyes lazily scanning the big shirt that covered the girl's entire body, including her hands. It was an oversized hoodie.

"You've been stalking me. Now you have my attention," his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

Mila raised her eyes slowly. He knew she had been stalking him? How did he know? She had been careful with following him all this while.

"I wasn't—"

"Every moment I give you is a luxury. Make it count." His cold, husky voice rang out, interrupting the girl's lie.

"Speak."

Mila swallowed hard. She rubbed her palms together, her shoulders visibly trembling. She finally raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her. Mila took another step back.

Seeing him in full light now, she wondered how she hadn't been scared that night. He was twice her size and could snap her in half with just a shrug.

Also, his dead, piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into her soul. She looked away immediately. Mila gulped, her finger on her lips as she chewed it like a lifeline, a subconscious gesture that betrayed her anxiety.

She had practiced with Ashley over and over again how to deliver the news, but right now, even Mila didn't believe herself. How could one night possibly result in a pregnancy?

Zyran didn't say anything. He noticed the girl chewing her nails over and over again, and it had him worried. The girl looked normal, yet her behavior didn't look normal. He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl started.

With a deep breath, Mila steeled herself, ready to deliver the rehearsed speech that made her heart skip.

"I- I m...am pregnant... y-um...you're t-he fa...ther." She delivered the good news as the messenger Ashley had told her to be. It wasn't perfect, but she tried her best. All she had to do was wait for the man's reac—

"What the fuck?!"