Beautiful Disaster - Prologue and Chapter 1

Prologue

*Flashback*

"I can’t believe it," I kept thinking as I made my way toward the open door that led to my doctor’s office, "I might be pregnant."
The doctor greeted me and gave me back my test results with a sad look in his eyes.
"Why?," I thought, "he should be happy for me."

He told me something that I thought wasn’t at all true. He probably gave me the wrong results and made a mistake of some sort. It couldn’t be happening to me. I made my way home slowly while tears streamed down my face at the mere thought of what I had just heard. I had to tell Gregory. He would understand and support me. He would stay by my side no matter what.

"Hey," he greeted me with an easy smile that soon disappeared when he saw my face, "What’s wrong?"
"Oh Gregory," I said as a sob escaped my mouth.
He hurried over to my side trying as best he could to wipe the tears off my face as he repeated, "What’s wrong?"
"I’m not pregnant or we aren’t pregnant."
"That doesn’t mean that you should be mourning over something that could happen later on in life."
"You don’t understand," I began, "The doctor didn’t just tell me that I wasn’t pregnant. He told me I would never be."
"This is a sick joke," he said, "You’re making this up."
"No Gregory, I’m not."
"This can’t be happening Chelsea."
"Oh, but it is."
"I-I can’t live a life with you knowing that we won’t be having kids. I just can’t. I have to leave."

"What?," I said as disbelief registered on my face, "We can always adopt a child."
"No, I don’t want to adopt a child. I want to have children and if you’re not going to give me any, I want a divorce."
"You can’t do this to me. I thought you had promised me in front of the priest that we would always stick together in sickness or in Hell."
"That was before I found out that you wouldn’t give me children."

I thought this would be different. I thought Gregory would stick by me and mourn with me but I would have never thought he would leave me.

"Fine," I said hastily, "If that’s what you want, that’s what you will get."
And now as I sit alone knowing that he had left me to go find another woman who would give him children, I thought what a cynical bastard he was. He wasn’t even a man enough to support me and move on with me through everything that had happened.

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Chapter 1

It was getting late and I was the only one left at the office. I was going to have to close it sooner or later. He walked in just as I had finished paperwork. Anyone could have mistaken him for a model of some sort. He had those high cheekbones, sharp green eyes, and a full sensual smile. He flashed that smirk of his as he took a seat and propped his feet on my desk.

"Hey cutie," he said, "You‘re looking sexy in that outfit."
"It’s Chelsea, Chelsea Lexington, by the way, and I’m sorry, but did you just call me sexy?"
"Well then, Miss. Lexington, it’s Miss. right not Mrs?"
"Yes and you haven‘t answered my question."
"Yes I did. Is it wrong for a man to call a woman sexy?"
"No, but I’m not that kind of woman and why are you here? It’s not like you signed up for an appointment or anything. And I’m pretty sure you didn’t."
"You’re right but me being here and getting basic information from you is an appointment. In my opinion, I would say."

"Your opinion doesn’t matter."
"Is that a fair way to treat a gentleman?"
"Why are you staring at me," she asked in such a soft seductive voice.
"I like the way your mouth looks," he said without thinking and wanted to lean forward and press his lips against hers.
"You’re making me uncomfortable," she said chewing on her lower lip, "And I don’t like it."
"Your mouth is making me uncomfortable and I do like it."
"I can’t be responsible for your fantasies," God, what was it about this woman that made him hot and much more of a flirt than he already was.
"Yes you can," he said. His voice gone huskier and if he didn’t get out of here soon and get away from her, he would do something to her, that’ll make him regret it in the least bit of his worries.

"If I were a guy sitting here, you wouldn’t be having those fantasies now, would you?"
"No, but neither of us can change the fact that you’re a woman. One that I can’t help but notice."
She turned toward the computer screen and said, "Well, stop."
"Fine, if that’s what you want."
"Yes it’s what I want and what are you still doing here?"
"Why is there a sign that says no men allowed?"
"No, but you still haven’t told me why you’re here."
"Well didn’t you say that I wasn’t allowed unless I made an appointment."
"That was before you came barging in here thinking that you owned the place."

"No, that was after."
"Quit the gibberish talk. Why are you here?"
"Well... since you help people get their kids back if their parent are not treating them fairly, I was thinking you could help me with something."
"And what would that be."
"It’s kind of personal. Can we maybe go out and get a coffee?"
"You’re asking me to go out and get coffee with some stranger, whose name I don’t even know."

"The name isn’t important and I’m not a stranger."
"Umm... the name is important and you're a stranger."
"Can we discuss, why I’m here instead of arguing if I’m a stranger or not?"
"Can you at least give me your name?"
"What do you want my name to be?"
"Don’t play with me!"
"Fine, the name's Rein."
"Rain as in it’s raining."
"No as in I have the rein or power."
"Rein what?"
"You never mentioned a last name."

"You think you’re so clever don’t you?"
"I’ve been mentioned that way. I’ll take that as a compliment."
"You think you're so flattering when in fact you are so not and I didn’t mean for you to take your cleverness into a compliment."
"Ouch, that stung."
"I hope it did."
"Not as much as you wished it did. Fine it’s Pierce, Rein Pierce. Happy."
"Very," I said sarcastically.
"So Mr. Peirce, what are you doing here?"
"You probably hear this a lot but I need your help."
"What’s that?"
"You heard me. I need your help."