My heart skips a beat at his words. Could it be possible? I push the thought aside, not wanting to get my hopes up.

Then, I face him, looking into his eyes, thinking about the possibility. The last time I had sex was with him, and it was our first and only encounter - two months ago. I've had my period since then, so there's no way I could be pregnant. I shake my head in denial. 

"Logan, I am not pregnant," I say, knowing that our contract includes a clause about me providing him with an heir.

But before I can finish my statement, he places his finger on...