Not your typical baby mama

Dylan and Esmeralda were shown to the core of the factory where a mass production of the new drug was taking place. The factory manager personally have his higher ups a tour and explained the processes.

In the middle of the tour, Esmeralda whispered something to Dylan and he nodded. "I told you not to wear those shoes."

She frowned as she looked at her heels and gave him a cute pout. His lips lifted into a small smile. "We'll stop here."

Before anyone could say anything, he scooped her into his arms and walked out with their team of bodyguards surrounding them. Everyone else escorted them out until their convoy left the factory.

Gwen glared at Peter. "Follow me."

He gulped knowing he was in trouble as he followed after her. An office was lent to them and Peter hang his head low as Gwen stood with her back to him.

"I asked you for one thing, one thing Peter", she said through gritted teeth, barely keeping her composure.

He looked up as he complained at her. "But Boss, how would I have known that he was-"

He clummed his mouth shut when Gwen suddenly turned around with a fierce glare directed at him. Seeing as she wasn't throwing anything at him, he willed a little courage to go on speaking.

"That person gave us all the information on Amy Harper including that of her assistant." The information was made available thanks to that person's help although it came at a high price. Peter looked aggrieved as he repeated his earlier question. "How would I have known that he had disguised himself as Amy's assistant when no one has truly seen the King?"

Gwen fell quiet at this as she had fallen into thought. "Exactly. Why would he disguise himself as Amy's assistant? Of all people."

Peter also fell quiet before he gasped in shock. "You don't think-?"

"No. Get rid of that thought immediately!" she barked at him.

Peter nodded though he had his doubts. Although Dylan's aura sent him shaking in his knees, there was just something unsettling about him. Maybe because he was the King? He looked at Gwen, he was not sure what was going on in her mind. But since she said to drop it, then drop it he shall. Gwen, on the other hand, just did not want to risk offending the King.

At Frost Corporation

It was a little after five in the evening. Xavier was standing behind his desk with a file in his hand. He was reading through it while his assistant waited from the other side. He was getting ready to go home when she came in with a file. His landline rung.

"This is Xavier", he answered as he continued to read the file.

"Sir, I've sent the information to your email", a man said.

"Whose?"

"Lorraine May."

He stopped and fell quiet. His heart started to thud harder against his chest. His brows furrowed as he nodded. "Alright."

He ended the call and finished signing off the document before giving his assistant the file. While she exited his office, he threw on his jacket and got ready to go home. As he was driven home, his thumb hovered over the email he had received on Lorraine's information.

With one tap of the finger, he could easily find out what her deal is. If it was bad, he could easily back off and if it was good, he could proceed pursuing her. But why couldn't he bring himself to look at her information? Just one tap... One tap....

And one tap indeed... He ended up deleting the file. Instead, he went to her inbox and sent her a message.

Xavier: I'll have a few things to deal with on Saturday morning, so let's meet in the afternoon instead. Both you and Oliver.

He tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for her reply. Looking at the time, she should be getting off work. He had deliberately included Oliver so he doesn't scare her off with his intentions. Her reply came a few minutes later.

Lorraine: Alright. You'll let me know.

He smiled to himself as he relaxed in his seat and watched the outside view whiz by. Little did he know, that his message had sent Lorraine into a panic.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked when he noticed her quietness again.

They were walking home after she had picked him up. Her lips lifted a little and she sighed. She stopped them to face each other as she squatted down.

"So", she exhaled deeply before holding his gaze. "Do you remember that friend of mine who visited us?"

"Xavier?"

"Yes, Xavier. Remember he said we'd meet on the weekend. He wants you there too. How do you feel about that?" She searched his eyes.

"Is that okay?" He asked worriedly.

"It should be okay", she said. She may have been trying to assure him but she was also trying to assure herself.

"Okay."

She nodded as she stood back up and they resumed walking. Her nerves only got worse. She wished for the weekend to come and go quickly. She was not sure what a day with Xavier would be like. She was not sure of anything. Would her bruises and the swelling be gone by then? More importantly, those people won't be back, will they?

In a blink of an eye, it was finally Saturday. Oliver had long gotten ready and dressed up in a casual outfit while his sister....

"Are you not done yet?" He shouted after knocking on the bathroom door.

"Not yet!" She shouted back.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had not yet showered and was still in her pajamas. She had all morning to prepare but here she was.

"Can't he just cancel?" She whined to herself and groaned as she sunk to the floor.

She really did not want to go out. As much as she found Xavier attractive, she did not want to get involved with him for obvious reasons. She heard knocking again.

"What if we just-" she opened the door thinking it was Oliver only to freeze as her eyes bulged in shock. "Xavier?"