THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY DEAL

A light that felt dazzling seemed to pierce the sense of sight of a woman who was currently lying on a soft king size mattress. Her eyes began to blink several times before finally trying to open her eyes which felt heavy. The woman's eyes began to open slowly, the heavy feeling in her eyes was now replaced by a feeling of dizziness that immediately crept into her head, feeling like she was being stabbed by hundreds of needles. "Ah." The woman was heard moaning in pain. Her thin hands immediately grabbed her head, especially when the glare coming from the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the room seemed to pierce her vision. The woman tried to relieve the dizziness that was attacking her, then she began to open her eyes again. The woman's gaze looked up at all corners of the room with its classic white feel. The woman felt unfamiliar with the room. This wasn't her room, she didn't know this luxurious and spacious room at all. The woman began to move to sit up. "Are you awake, Emma?" A baritone voice then began to be heard filling the empty room. The woman who was called Emma then turned to the source of the sound, surprised because she felt she was still not fully aware and now there was a man's deep voice calling her name. There, Emma could now see a man wearing a white nightgown made of shiny satin on the man's body. The man spoke but did not take his eyes off the several files he was working on on the table. Emma stared at the man in silence with narrowed eyes, trying to remember what might have happened to her at this time. Everything felt strange, she didn't know who the man in front of her was, and she didn't recognize this room either. Feeling confused, Emma couldn't respond anything. For a long time it felt like Emma wasn't responding to what he said. The man in the nightgown finally raised his gaze and looked at Emma with his shady gaze, so that Emma could now clearly see the man's face. "You've slept for more than twelve hours," said the man, still in a calm tone, but his voice still sounded heavy, creating a different atmosphere for Emma. Of course, any woman would feel the same way if she were placed in a room alone with a man she didn't even know. "W-who are you?" Emma finally started to speak up, the woman's voice was muffled and couldn't be heard because her throat felt dry, who knows how many hours she hadn't drunk water. The man didn't seem to move at all, he was watching Emma with his eyes not looking directly at Emma's eyes, the man's gaze was lowered. Emma, who was curious about where the man was looking, could only remain silent. The effect of just waking up with a head that felt like it was about to explode made Emma feel like she wasn't fully conscious at the moment. "Raise your blanket," said the man, then pointed at Emma's chest with a pen in his hand. Emma felt confused, however, she finally paid attention to what the man had just pointed to. Emma's eyes slowly began to fall on her own chest. A split second after that, the woman felt that her eyeballs might soon pop out of her head because she felt so shocked by the condition of her body which was completely not covered by a single thread. "AAAKKKHHHH!" Emma screamed as she tried with all her might to immediately pull the blanket back to cover her breasts from the view of the man in front of her. Emma's panicked tugging at the blanket actually caused the blanket, which initially covered most of Emma's lower body, to accidentally pull up and reveal most of Emma's thighs. Of course, this made Emma feel even more panicked. "What is this?!" shouted Emma, still trying to angrily cover parts of her body which now felt uncomfortable because she wasn't wearing a single thread other than the thick blanket. "There's no need to do that, Emma, I've seen it all too." The man spoke as if what he had just said was normal. He returned to focusing on some of the papers in front of him, no longer paying attention to Emma. Emma, whose chest was still heaving from trying to catch her heavy, breathless breath, now began to dare to look back at the man. What does it mean to have seen it all? Who exactly is this man? "What do you want, where am I now? I want to go home!" Emma screamed, trying to figure out what really happened to her at that moment, her head felt heavier as she tried to remember what might have happened to her before, because she couldn't have suddenly ended up in this room for no reason. "You're home." The man's deep voice sounded again, this time his gaze began to return to Emma. Emma frowned, the woman really wanted to be angry, but for some reason her lips couldn't express all the tangled threads in her head. "What the hell? Get out! I want to get dressed. We'll have to talk later!" Emma got up from her sleep, the woman stood up with a little difficulty due to her hands still holding tightly to the blanket that covered her body. The man raised his gaze to follow Emma who was now standing not far from him. The woman seemed busy looking for her clothes, making the man interested in approaching the woman. "Hey! Don't come any closer, you bastard!" Emma immediately stepped back when she saw the man she didn't recognize starting to approach her. "My name is Damian, not a bastard," corrected Damian. The man didn't stop his steps at all, causing Emma, who was backing away, to be pressed against the wall and Damian's body. Damian leaned his head closer to Emma, "Speak politely to me, Emma. I paid dearly for you." Damian whispered something right into Emma's ear, making Emma's blood rush with goosebumps. "You are mine now, because I bought you from your father." Damian finally moved his lips away from Emma's ear again. The man then looked at Emma with a cold gaze, trying to enjoy Emma's confused face.