Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 120 – Consequences

The woman steps out of her car, her impossibly long legs made even longer by the four-inch heels

strapped precariously to her perfectly manicured feet. She closes the door to her Porsche with a click

and then slowly, casually, strolls into the building labeled Prath Industries.

“Annabeth Prath, please,” she says to the receptionist waiting for her there, taking off her Louis Vuitton

sunglasses to give the girl a dazzling smile.

The receptionist looks up at her and then does a double take. “Oh!” she says. “Oh, hi! Welcome!”

The woman continues to smile at the receptionist. She’s used to being recognized.

“Yes,” the receptionist says, nodding and checking the calendar. “Yes, I see your appointment noted

here. Just a moment. Could we get you a cup of coffee? A bottle of water?”

“No, thank you,” the woman says smoothly and then leans against the counter to wait. She looks

around the room with confidence, assured that everything, today, was going to go just according to

plan. She hears the receptionist behind her making a quick call to let them know that she’s arrived.

A few moments later, Annabeth herself comes through a set of glass doors, holding out her hands to

the woman.

“Annabeth,” the woman ways, giving her that trademark stunning smile.

“Well well,” Annabeth says, taking the woman’s hands in hers and looking her over from head to toe. “I

must say, you’re looking very well.”

“Yes,” the woman says, shaking back her shiny hair and giving a little laugh. “I took a few weeks in San

Tropez to get my plans in order, and then came back relaxed and rested.”

“Well good for you,” Annabeth says, giving her a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I admit, I was

curious to get your call. Won’t you come in, Amelia?”

“I’m absolutely dying to,” Amelia says, with a smile that puts Annabeth’s teeth on edge.

Fifteen minutes later, Amelia leaves the Prath offices and climbs back into her car, the hint of a smile

drifting across her face. Smoothly, she pulls her car out of the parking lot and gets back on the

highway, heading towards her next stop.

The next building she pulls up to is much less fancy than the Prath offices. Amelia parks in a spot far

from the entrance, not eager to be seen. For this one, she doesn’t want to be recognized.

Amelia reaches into the back of her car, pulling a hoodie and a pair of sneakers out of a bag. In a

moment, she’s swapped her Jimmy Choos for some beat up Nikes and zipped the hoodie over her silk

shirt.

Then, she heads inside, leaving her sunglasses on.

“Hi, welcome to Allied Therapy,” says a woman at a beat-up desk. “How can I help?”

Amelia pitches her voice a little lower than she usually would. “Hello, I’d like to start seeing a therapist.”

“Okay,” the woman says kindly. “We’d be happy to start that process with you. Is there anything else

you’d like to tell me, so that maybe we can begin to match you up?”

“I’m in a troubled relationship,” Amelia says. “With my boyfriend, an Alpha. It’s kind of a…high profile

case. I was hoping to speak with someone who might have experience with this kind of thing.”

“Sure,” the woman says, giving her an understanding smile. “We actually have a couple of therapists

who specialize in this kind of work. If you fill out this paperwork, I’d be happy to give you the profiles of

a couple of therapists who might work really well.”

Amelia smiles blandly as the woman hands her a clipboard. As the woman prints out the profiles,

Amelia hurriedly fills out the form with a fake name and address. When she’s finished, she hands it

back to the woman.

“Okay,” the woman says, handing over the stack of profiles. “These are some of the profiles of the

therapists who work with Alpha relationships. Why don’t you have a look.”

Amelia accepts the packet and begins flicking through them, but she’s frustrated to see that,

unfortunately, there are at least twenty-five therapists to choose from. Unlikely that she’ll be able to find

the one with whom Victor was speaking.

But then, as she pages through, she pauses, shocked to see a familiar name. The top of the fifth page

in the bunch reads “Evelyn O. Specialization in family and relationship therapy. Anonymous

consultation available, as is remote.”

Slowly, a smile spreads across Amelia’s face.

“Nevermind,” she says, tossing the papers back on the woman’s desk. “I changed my mind. We’re

fine.”

“Wait –“ the woman calls after her, but Amelia doesn’t turn. She just walks out the door.

On her way to her third appointment of the day, Amelia lights a cigarette and takes a long, slow puff.

She’s always loved smoking, but Victor had hated it.

“Why get addicted now,” he’d say, frowning on the rare occasions when he’d smell it on her hair or

when she’d get sloppy and leave a butt on the back porch. “You’ll just have to quit when you get

pregnant, and that will be incredibly difficult.”

Amelia smiles at the memories, blowing smoke out of the window. She had told him she had quit, but it

just meant she had to be more careful. Like all things with Victor, it was just about controlling what he

knew.

She had been sloppy, she knew, at the wedding. Overconfident, not watching her tracks. But now? All

of her plans were going to fall into place. She is going to be very careful, very precise, and make sure

every piece snaps together like a perfect puzzle.

Amelia finishes the cigarette as she pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant. She drops the butt out

the window and swaps out her shoes again, pulling off the hoodie. As she steps out of the car, she

stomps out the dying ember of the cigarette with the perfect red bottom of her perfect shoe.

Entering the restaurant, she saunters casually up to the hostess. “Jones,” she says, not waiting to be

greeted. “Party of two.”

“Yes, Miss Jones,” the hostess says, smiling at her with stars in her eyes. Amelia smiles back, pleased

to be recognized. She likes this restaurant in part because the staff mostly consists of young, pretty

girls, like this hostess. Girls who read the gossip columns. Girls who recognize her, and give her

special treatment.

“Please, just this way,” the hostess says, beaming at her. “The other member of your party is already

here.”

Amelia nods, following behind her to a table at the back of the restaurant. Indeed, she sees that the

man she is meeting is already waiting for her. He stands as she approaches.

Amelia murmurs her thanks to the hostess, giving her a warm smile, and then turns to her meal

companion. Amelia takes a minute to look him appreciatively up and down. “Hello,” she says. “It’s nice

to see you again.”

He nods, clenching his teeth. “You look beautiful, as always, Amelia.”

She wrinkles her nose in pleasure and sits gracefully down in her chair, gesturing for him to return to

his seat as well. “Come on, let’s order, I’m starving. And we’ve got so much to catch up on.”

He nods and slowly takes his seat.

Amelia puts her elbow on the table and rests her chin in her open palm. “Now, where shall we begin.

We have so much to catch up on, Edgar.”