Pregnant with the Enemy’s Heir

"Ele! Are you seriously going to keep sleeping on that desk?" Bliss's voice pierced through my heavy haze of sleep, accompanied by a sharp tap on my shoulder. I groaned, refusing to stir. My head pounded from last night’s reckless clubbing, and the last thing I needed was a lecture on the virtues of punctuality. “Let me sleep,” I muttered, turning my head to the side and letting my curls fall over my face like a curtain. “I barely got any sleep last night.” Bliss let out an exaggerated sigh. “Get up, you lazy woman! Don’t you realize you’ll miss the guest lecture by Mr. Donovan if you keep this up?” The name barely registered, but I still squinted one eye open, half curious. "Donovan?" I repeated, my voice scratchy. The sunlight hit my face, making me wince as I rubbed my eyes. "Who’s that?" Bliss gaped at me as though I’d committed a mortal sin. “You seriously don’t know him?” she gasped. “He’s *the* Donovan—an absolute legend in the business world! He’s taking interns from our department. We might have a chance to work for him!” My interest fizzled out as quickly as it had sparked. The mention of him brought back memories of my father ranting about the man at dinner. “That arrogant jerk?” I scoffed, finally lifting my head but leaning back in my chair lazily. “Dad said the guy has no soul. Just another cold, ruthless businessman. No thanks.” Bliss looked at me, dumbfounded. “You’re impossible, Ele. Most people would kill for an opportunity like this! Don’t you want to make your own name in the business world? Not just—" “Work for my dad’s company?” I finished her sentence, stretching with a yawn. “That’s exactly what I plan to do. Why would I waste time chasing after some arrogant jerk like Donovan?” Bliss rolled her eyes but didn’t push further. As she grabbed her bag and made her way out of the classroom, I flopped my head back down on the desk, desperate to catch a few more minutes of sleep. "Get up! I don’t care if you’re interested in the lecture or not," Bliss huffed, yanking at my arm. "At least come for moral support! I can't go alone. What if I trip over myself and completely embarrass us? They say he's absolute perfection!" With a reluctant groan, I let Bliss drag me out of my chair, down the stairs, and out of the classroom. My feet shuffled behind her as I blew angrily at my bangs. I seriously had no interest in attending yet another lecture, especially one that had nothing to do with my credits or grades. It felt like a complete waste of time. “He’s so young, but he managed to rebuild the Donovan empire from scratch in such a short time,” Bliss babbled, practically buzzing with excitement. “I’m beyond impressed!” As we approached the lecture hall, my suspicions were confirmed. The place was already jam-packed, with a sea of girls swarming the entrance, trying to squeeze in. I rolled my eyes, feeling a little out of place in the midst of all the excitement. "Was he really that special?" I thought, inwardly cringing at the sheer fanfare surrounding the guy. “Look at this place. It’s packed," I muttered, throwing up my hands in surrender. "Even if your precious Donovan himself came to escort us inside, I doubt we’d find a place to sit.” Bliss, ever the optimist, tugged harder on my arm. “Come on! Let’s at least try!” I sighed, feeling utterly lost. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed and reclaim the sleep I’d been deprived of. Instead, I found myself caught in this ridiculous crowd of starry-eyed girls, hoping to catch a glimpse of a man who, in my eyes, was just another arrogant businessman. I wasn't impressed—not yet, anyway. The second we got closer to the crowd, we saw a heavily guarded entourage moving towards the back entrance of the hall. That must be him, I thought. Bliss practically bounced on her toes, trying to get a better look, but the swarm of girls suddenly surged forward like a tidal wave, swallowing her whole. I barely had time to process what was happening before a gust of wind whipped my hair into my face, carried by the stampede of eager fans. I stood frozen in place, eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold in disbelief. "Seriously?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "He can’t be that handsome." I sighed deeply, watching the girls scramble over each other, desperate for even a glimpse of him. To me, it seemed more like a spectacle of desperation than admiration. "I wonder how they’d feel if they knew he’s just like every other rich man—total jerks." I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. But then, a cold shiver ran down my spine as I heard a calm, emotionless voice behind me. “Am I the jerk you're referring to?” My throat went dry, and I slowly turned around, only to trip on my shoelace. My foot twisted beneath me, and before I could stop myself, I was falling backward. My heart raced, bracing for impact, but instead of hitting the ground, I felt a firm grip on my arm. I was yanked upright with startling ease. Standing before me was a man dressed in an off-white suit paired with a navy-blue shirt. His expression was void of any emotion, his hair pulled into a lazy short bun. Tattoos snaked up his neck and down his hand—the same hand that had effortlessly stopped my fall. He exuded an aura of intimidation that sent a chill down me. The word scary didn’t even begin to cover it. “I—" I tried to speak, but no sound came out. My throat felt parched, and I could only stare in wide-eyed shock. If I had been wrong about his looks, I wasn’t sure about his arrogance. I pulled away from him, nearly stumbling again as I realized my shoelaces were still untied. He glanced down at my sneakers, then back at me through dark-tinted sunglasses. Without a word, he knelt, catching me off guard as he tugged on my laces and began tying them. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, he finished and rose to his feet with an air of nonchalance. “Is this some new way to catch my attention?” he asked, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. My eyes widened in shock, and I quickly pulled away, frowning. “Who the hell is trying to catch your attention? Are you high?” I snapped back, my embarrassment quickly turning into anger. He chuckled lightly, standing tall before me, his presence alone making me feel dwarfed. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice calm and low as though he found my reaction amusing. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t quite tell whether I wanted to smack him or flee the scene altogether.