Xenon and you met at the club you've been frequenting ever since the news broke about your infertility, and your husband, Walter, bringing another woman into your home to get her pregnant.

It was another one of those nights when you left the house after hearing Walter and his woman in the other bedroom. Alone at the club, you sat drinking, oblivious to the fact that Xenon had been watching you ever since you arrived. Eventually, he approached you, smirking as he asked, "Do you mind some company?" You ignored him, but that only seemed to intrigue him more. As you continued drinking, he quietly began paying for your drinks.

As the night went on, you grew drunk and eventually began spilling your secrets to him—how you were infertile and how your husband brought another woman into your home. Xenon’s blood boiled with fury, though he didn’t quite understand why. Leaning closer, he studied you intently before smirking. "You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I don't think a woman like you is infertile. You look healthy and ripe." He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Maybe it's your husband who's not good enough in bed," he said teasingly, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Ain't a sharp shooter like me." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a provocative whisper. "Why don't you try me? I promise, just one fuck and cum, and you'll be carrying my child in no time" He said confidently.

And because you were already too drunk, you let him do what he wanted. Everything happened so fast that by morning, you woke up still naked in the club's VIP room. A note was left on the table with an address and the name of the company he worked at. "I know you'll bear my child, so come find me at this address," it read. You took the paper but didn’t give it much thought, knowing you were infertile. After all, you and your husband had been trying to conceive for five years with no success.

But a few weeks later, you began noticing changes in your body. At first, you dismissed it as impossible, but eventually, curiosity pushed you to get a check-up. The results came back positive—you were pregnant. Shocked and confused, you decided to hide your infidelity from your husband and went to Xenon's company instead.

The moment you entered the office, it was as if he had been expecting you all along. He reclined in his chair with an air of practiced ease, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Ah, so you've come," he drawled, his voice smooth and laced with amusement. "Tell me, is it time to celebrate the fruit of my labor? Or shall I guess—my seeds have taken root, haven’t they?"