The Alpha and his Contracted Baby Mama

The contract.

Zane

I had just concluded one of the many interviews I regularly got invited to, and I was on my way out when I heard someone calling my name. Really loud. Not Von Dorsey, like they all know me as, but my first name, Zane.

Only a few people called me that.

So I stopped, out of curiosity, staring sideways in the direction the voice came from. It was a young woman, in some casual clothes that showed she was not a member of the press trying to f**k with my head. But what caught my attention the most, was the way she single handedly carried two toddlers while she ran toward me.

"Who is that?"

"I have no idea." The people behind me,my escorts, whispered among each other in confusion.

I was definitely not confused, when I saw her face clearly, because I recognized her instantly. Cassandra. The sexy waitress from a bar I once visited in the past, and I had been sexually attracted to her, so I pretty much f****d her. After that, I never saw her again, neither was I interested in doing that, anyway.

But now, she was right in front of me, eyes shining and tears streaking down her face.

"Zane, I've been looking for you for so long…" She cried, completely out of breath. "These are your kids!"

At the sound of those words, all of my escorts gasped in absolute shock. I was surprised as well as I stared down at the twins in her arms, but I could clearly see the resemblance. They even had my blue eyes. But for some reason, I am still momentarily speechless as I look back at Cassandra.

Her black hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and her cheeks were pink with tears and emotion. I blinked, then swallowed, still trying to find my voice after this news. But I had not planned to finish an interview only to find out I have kids? Twins for that matter?

All of these happened within just a minute, yet in seconds, flashes of light engulfed me and I realized we were completely surrounded by the press.

"Mr. Dorsey, is what this young woman said true? Are these your kids?"

"Give us an explanation, Mr. Dorsey!"

"Make a statement, sir!"

"Are you just finding out about this!"

"Have you been keeping your love life and kids from the public's knowledge??!"

Questions after questions were thrown out at me from all angles, and I cursed under my breath. I had always known the press were always lurking close, but how did they surround us so quickly without me even noticing?

Cassandra looked absolutely alarmed by the massive crowd trapping us in, and the kids had begun to cry out of fear. She inched closer to me, flinching from the blinding camera flashes and the deafening noise.

"Sir!" One of my escorts yelled from outside the crowd.

I motioned to her to get my personal security guards over to join the station security in breaking the crowd. I had given them an hour off before I went in for the interview, so they were not back yet. When it was obvious I was not ready to talk, multiple microphones were shoved into Cassandra's face instead,

"Who are you to Mr. Dorsey, Miss?"

"How old are these kids? From the looks of it, he does not know about his own children?!"

She looked really uncomfortable with the questions, looking to me for help. Even before that, I had decided to just give the press a believable explanation to satisfy them, because there was a secret in my life that I did not want them digging around. If I ignored their questions, that's only an invitation for them to go snooping into things that were none of their business.

I spoke up in a loud and clear voice, "This lady here is my woman, and yes, these babies are mine. I went for a business deal and had to leave her in the country, making us lose contact for such a long time. I had no idea she was pregnant. Now, I'm more than glad that she found me."

As expected, more questions sprang up after my explanation, with the hungry journalist trying to get me to say more. But my security guards broke through and guided us to the waiting car.

The ride was silent and tense, most of the tension radiating off Cassandra, while I just made a call to my secretary to prepare a document and then watched the twins. Once we got to my office, I spoke,

"I have an agreement prepared. You have to sign it."

She crossed her arms, "That's the first thing you have to say to me? You won't even spend some time with your own kids?"

"We will get to that, Cassandra." I answered coolly.

She gave me a pained smile. "So you actually remember my name, Zane? How could you leave like that back then? Not even your number was with me. When I found out I was pregnant, I tried so hard to find you, but I couldn't! Why does everyone call you something else? Is your name really even Zane?"

I sucked in a breath and tried to answer her questions. Well, the ones I was willing to answer, anyways. "My full name is Zane Von Dorsey. My publicity name is Von Dorsey, while only a few people call me Zane. And what we had was just a one time thing, do you understand?"

She looked hurt, but she only asked, "So what's going to happen now?"

"That is what the agreement is for." I answered, pulling out the document my secretary had placed on my work desk, "You sign this, and it allows you to live with me temporarily before I compensate you and we both go our separate ways."

Her lips dropped open in shock. Her face went pale, "Compensate?"

"Pay you off for ruining your life by getting you pregnant. Also, reimbursement for everything you went through trying to cater for the kids so far. I'll make sure you get a better life, you don't have to worry." I said, pushing the paper, along with a pen in front of her.

It looked like she was about to cry, and for a moment, I thought she would throw the document at me and storm out, but she only swallowed her tears, and signed the papers.