Who's my baby's DADDY?

Kelsea, are you done?

Kelsea's POV ~

WTF? “Why would you ask that, Stefan?”, I asked him with my face covered with a large question mark. He examined me with wide-open eyes as if he was attempting to read something out of me. “Kelsea, you are indeed something else. Just come with me.”, awwing at me, he tucked my hands in his and dragged me out of my cabin to god knows where.

Of course, he brought me here. In the food court, we both sat on the corner table which is usually meant for the love birds of this office. That’s not necessary now. Stefan took a sip of his coffee with his figuring-out look stapled on me. What is he even trying to read in me? Is something written on my forehead? “Explain everything!!! E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G!”, he pressed his words damn hard and I didn’t understand what he was actually referring to. I lifted my eyebrows at him, looking unsure. “Don’t gimme that look, woman! How are you still working here after calling Mr. Shane an i***t? And how the hell are you allowed to call Mr. Elijah by his goddamn name?”. He sounded so curious about that part but I was really fed up with those Booker brothers. I sighed and took a sip of my coffee and it felt really soothing after being roasted by both the brothers. What am I supposed to tell him now? I thought for a moment and lifted my head to face him. Even in this irritated mood, I couldn’t control my laughter after looking at Stefan’s poor curious face, waiting for my explanation. “Why are you giving me that look?”, I asked. “Oh please, don’t drag it anymore, just spit, what is the secret. How is this happening?”, he asked and this poor boy was super curious about my pathetic story.

“Stefan…”, leaving my coffee mug on the table, I started to feed him everything that happened. Everything from the wrongly signed contract, Mrs. Booker’s order about the date, the argument with Shane and the story about him saving me, and finally about Elijah’s date thing. I said everything and finished it, taking a deep breath as I relied back on my chair. “That’s it, Stefan. Happy now?”, I asked him, who looked frozen as ice with his magnified eyes. Ouh! I think it's too much for him to process all at once. "Stefan? You okay?", I slightly shook him a bit to get him back from his own world. "STEFFANN????", I waited and he looked at me without flickering his eyes. "I'm still surprised to see you alive, Kelsea. How come you're being so normal with these Booker brothers aka the most feared and dangerous men of New York?", he squealed, looking baffled. "Stefan, not a big deal. Elijah is super cool to talk with and Shane.. ah Mr. Shane, he is quite bossy, that's it. They don't seem as terrific as you guys describe them to be", I rolled my eyes at him, finishing the last drop of my coffee. "Maybe with you, but you won't speak this way if you have seen them killing people in front of your eyes. You are new to this, so I'll just warn you to stay away from both of them as much as you can. Or you might end up in a risky situation…", he warned me, sounding pretty serious and I gulped as it gave me a spooky vibe. Killing, as in murdering people? I really thought Stella and Stefan were joking about that part but now it really creeps the hell out of me… Gosh, what have I gotten myself into! I just want these 6 months to be over already. "Stefan, I don't think there is any possibility for that. One brother fixed me as his date without my consent and the other is actually asking my consent to make me his date… Do you think it's easy to stay away from them when I have a damn contract to be Mr. Shane's PA for the next SIX MONTHS?", I asked and instantly he heaved a heavy sigh, jolting his head. "Well, if we put it that way, it's not gonna be that easy", he dragged.

And soon, we both started to discuss many things about work. He gave me quick tips for working with Mr. Shane in peace and gossiped about all the hot topics going on in the office. It was really relieving to share our stuff with someone who can easily understand our pathetic situation. And, Stefan was my stress buster. "Alright, I'm getting late, Mr. Shane has a meeting now and he might chop me off if I'm not there", waving my hands in the air, I said sarcastically and Stefan giggled at my poor condition. "Haha! You're cool, woman!", he teased and we both giggled at the funny comments he made on me. When I got up from my chair, someone blocked my way.

Three girls lined up before me, stopping me from fleeing from their sight. Who are these women? Okay, I'm sensing some evil vibe here. "Blair, just back off and leave her alone", Stefan warned, getting up from his place. "Oh loverboy, trying to save your girl ha?", her screeching voice irritated me in just seconds. His girl? From when? "Stefan, I think I can handle this", I nodded at Stefan and one of those bitc**, slightly pushed me back. Chaotic bit***!! How dare she lay hand on me. "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!", I alerted her, and the food court quickly filled with a loud slapping sound. "Ahhh!", She shrieked in pain, holding her tomato red cheeks. "You bi****!", another one standing near her cried. "Yes? How can I help you?", teasing her with an innocent smile, I crossed my arms and stood there before her with zero fear or shyness. "How dare you lay your hands on me?", she squealed with her annoying voice as she stepped close to me. "Oh please, if you really loved the one you got from me, all you have to do is ask", I messed with her a bit, giggling playfully and I can feel her blood boiling in rage. Haha! That's what I wanted to see. Stupid bi***!

"KELSEA!", and then there was a voice. Everyone in the food court looked terrified including Stefan. I turned to my back and peeked in the direction of the voice. Sh**! It was Shane. In an urge, I checked out my watch and damn I'm in trouble now. I'm 15 mins late and these bi**** are the reason I'm gonna get toasted by this Mr. Perfect! "Kelsea, are you done?", his dominating voice echoed through the room and everyone seemed quite surprised to see him here. "You're in danger, he seems really pissed!", Stefan carefully whispered, tilting close to me. I gulped the lump in my throat as he indeed looked scary now. "Sorry, sir. I'm coming", I grabbed my phone from the table and walked beside him as I felt a lot of fuming eyes on me, likely to kill me with their looks.

We both entered the meeting room and we were 15 minutes late. Damn, I should be the one reminding him about his meetings but it was the other way round today. He reminded me by walking down to the food court… Ah! It sounds worse. After an hour or so, the meeting got over and all the men walked out of the hall. When I was about to leave, Mr. Shane stopped me by his hand. I looked up into his eyes, gulping slowly. Sh**! I'm in trouble I guess...