The Billionaire's Baby

The Billionaire's Baby Book 1 One Night Stand (A Billionaire Romance) by M. Andrews Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Copyright and Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2022 by M. Andrews All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or inroduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any forms or by any means, (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and s****l situations. It is intended for adult readers. Chapter One “C’mon, Jessica, it’ll be fun!” A jovial Lisa Fenton was already in her silver sequin short dress, her glittering green eyes like a rare piece of diamond. Her golden blond hair was fixed in a messy pixie, framing her heart-shaped face. She looked like a royal princess, ready to break hearts with one of her dazzling smiles. Jessica could stand for that, she’d seen how guys drool for her, each and every one of them wanted to get her attention. If her looks wasn’t enough to make one fall in love, then her down to earth attitude would. Jessica was sold the very first time they met during their first year in College. “This will be our last chance to party before finals,” Lauren chimed in, another friend of hers. She too looked dashing in her fire engine red lipstick and raven black hair that went about her waist. Lauren was in the slim model type body; her matching red fitting dress just added up to her s*x appeal. The two never made her feel left out. If one of them was going to an event, instead of inviting their boyfriends first, they would ask each other if they wanted to tag along. And so far, Jessica was the only one single and she preferred it that way. She needed to pull through the finals, her scholarships relied on that as well as her family. The two of them had been fuzzing around for the past five minutes after claiming that they’re waiting outside her door. The moment she opened the door, the two ambushed her to go to her room and change in one of the dresses they brought with them. A few minutes later, and she was still sitting in her bed with the two doing their best to persuade her. “Exactly. The more reason why I can’t go with you, girls.” Jessica hated to be holding them up but she can’t really miss tonight’s review… To her surprise, Lauren and Lisa dropped on their knees, their hands clasped together. “What are you—“ “We’re begging you, Jess, please go with us tonight,” Lisa pleaded, Lauren nodded her head in agreement. Jessica shot up to her feet and pull them up on their feet. “This is crazy, guys,” she muttered. Imagine two famous ladies in the world dropping to their knees just to plead for a pauper woman like her to go with them? Unbelievable. “Is that a yes?” Lauren looked hopeful, holding Lisa’s hand tightly. Jessica sighed. “It is!” The two started jumping like crazy, squealing in delight. Despite herself, Jessica couldn’t help a smile herself. “You guys are the craziest,” she said in defeat. “You love us,” Lisa. She did. “Not so much when you’re both teaming up against me.” “Friends don’t let their girlfriend get holed up in her room on a Friday night, burning her brain cells studying,” Lauren said, pulling out the various dress they chuck inside the duffel bag. Heaven help me, this would be a long night. * An hour later… The group chose a classy bar that wasn’t that crowded. It was classy yet ordinary people was still able to get in. Inside, the music was loud but low enough to hear if your friend was saying something. Kyle, Lisa’s boyfriend and Dylan, Lauren’s unsure relationship with him went to get them something to drink while the three of them were left dancing, laughing at each other. The two decided on sexy dresses for her but Jessica turned them down until they pulled out a nude pink dress. It hugged her in the right places, enhancing the slopes of her body. Also, it reached an inche above her knees which she liked. It was fluttering but wholesome. As for her heels, they lend her a strappy matching color heels which reached past her calves. She was just an average height woman so anything that made her feel taller worked for her. They finished her look with her brown curls in full blown, and fresh look makeup. Soon, the two were back, handing them their drinks. The glass looked ordinary coke but Jessica had her suspicion that half of it was a booze. She shrugged, dunking it in one shot. They cheered. Just as she suspected, the alcohol burned down her throat, she winced from how strong it was. Not long, she started to loosen up. The group dance went on until Kyle got impatient and swift Lisa away. She looked backward, her eyes asking them if it’s okay. Jessica smiled, urging her friend to do whatever she pleased. Lauren was too busy grinding with Dylan to notice. The lovebird left the group, murmuring to each other’s ears as they vanished from the crowd. Jessica excused herself, feeling a little stuffy. She found the comfort room right away which was a relief. She was feeling a little bit tipsy, hunting for the bathroom wasn’t exactly appealing at the moment. Once inside, she laid her pocket in the sink, facing the mirror. She was flushed from the drink and from dancing, her hazel eyes stared at her wide eyes. She had to admit, she never really had fun, this was the first time she would let loose and let things play the way they meant to go. The responsible Jessica was buried deep inside her right now, instead, the fun girl inside that had been hiding all along was incharge at this moment. Shaking her head at her silly thoughts, Jessica moved to the faucet and washed her face with cold water. She quickly dried up and went out there again. This time, feeling a bit of herself. Lauren waited for her in the bar, “Dylan and I are taking ourselves to somewhere private, that alright?” Not missing a beat, she nodded her head. “Go on, don’t worry about me,” she smiled. “I’m not worried,” Lauren grinned then shift her attention. Jessica followed where she was looking. A man in black Armani saunters his way towards them, his long legs covered the space from them without effort, hands in his pockets. Jessica looked at her friend. Lauren leaned over her, crouching down to her level. “He’s been eye f*****g you since we got here.” She pulled away, aghast by her friend’s vulgar term. “Lauren, what did you do?” Lauren squeezed her hand, then winked. On cue, Dylan excused themselves and left just in time the man stopped before her. He had enigmatic green eyes, they were dark, framed by his dark brows. His jaw had a stubborn jut, peppered with five o’clock shadow. Her breathing turned hollow. No man had made her feel quite the way she felt that moment. There was a stampeding elephant in her belly, a warmth in her chest that spread throughout the tips of her fingers to her toes. “Want to get out of here?” His deep voice snapped her out of her trance. She blinked at him. “Pardon?” He lowered his head, his breath fanning her in a sensitive spot in her neck. His hand came around her waist, pulling her flushed against his body. The smell of spice and sandalwood wafted in her head, making her dizzy. With her hands on his chest, she felt just how hard he was inside the Armani suit he was wearing, firm. “I’m planning to whisk you away from here where without prying eyes, preferably in my penthouse.” She stiffened in his arms. He pulled away, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Jessica knew that the two have their hands on this, they had been pestering her about clubbing for the past couple of weeks now and this was one of their grand schemes. But most of all, Jessica didn’t find the whole ordeal unexpected. This night was bound to happen, one way or the other. Reckless Jessica wanted this and the responsible smaller voice of the other Jessica was mute in the background. “You’re not a serial killer?” The thought just came unexpectedly. For a moment, she saw his serious face cracked into amusement. “I wish I am. It makes things more exciting, don’t you think?” She didn’t know what to say to that. The man didn’t look like he would be throwing jokes. There was this dark aura flowing around him, following his every movement. He oozed of confidence it was like he expected everyone to bend to his will. This was only a one-night thing anyway, she thought. No harm was done. “Take me away.” His eyes flashed, “Are you sure you don’t want your friends knowing where you’ll be?” He squeezed her ass, cutting her off before she could appeal. “Your trust in me is humbling, sweetcheeks.” Had this been any other night, she would’ve been out of here, no question asked. * The ride to his place was tense. The air was so thick she could slice through it. They were quiet, keeping to their thought before the big event that was to come. When he slowed to a stop in an iron gate, a security opened it for them. A few more minutes and they were finally parking outside a cobblestone penthouse. She didn’t notice the way because her mind was busy wandering but from the look of it, she was in a VIP neighborhood. Her door opened, outside was a patiently waiting man who she still didn’t know the name. He helped her out, giving the key to one of his man to park his sports car all the way. Once they were inside, Jessica felt her heart boomed louder in her ears. This is it. When he turned to her, she was holding her breath. “Coffee or hot chocolate?” His question took her by surprise. It seemed to be proving her calculations of him wrong throughout the night. He noticed the way she looked, following her train of thoughts. His brows shot up, “What? You expect me to maul you like a boy in heat?” She flushed, “I was thinking that we’ll get at it and be done with it as soon as possible.” He turned serious, “The last thing I wanted to happen tonight is a quickie with you. If I wanted that, I could’ve called one or more willing ladies in my dial.” “Aren’t you full of yourself?” He closed the distance between them, their breaths fanning each other and his smelled of mint. She stood her ground. “A minute in my presence and you’re already thinking the worst of me, what can I say?” She huffed, “Fine, I’ll take coffee.” When he didn’t move, she looked at him with the, what now look. He was just staring at her with his eyes dark. “What are—“ “Don’t do that again. I might just take you right now and heaven knows I’m trying to hold on.” Her head went big, the hair in the back of her neck stood up. What she said next was not the smartest. Don’t tease the beast. Too late. “Then take me.” Like a dam that had been holding back the flood for too long, he finally exploded. He grabbed her by the waist and without further delay, he smashed his mouth with hers. Colors burst behind her closed lids, their hands frantic. He turned her around, digging his undeniable hard on in her back. Jessica wounded her arms around his neck, moaning in abandoned. They went on like that for a while until he finally had enough. Without warning, he lifted her off the ground and hurriedly made his way upstairs. Jessica was feverish, there was an ache in the pit of her belly, a need she couldn’t quite put her fingers on. Her thoughts were cut off when suddenly, they entered a dim room. His room without a doubt. When he laid her down the bed, she couldn’t wait for him do the undressing for her. Impatient, she pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the floor. She looked at him just to find him standing there, staring at her. Jessica suddenly felt naked under his scrutinizing eyes. He was still in his Armani suit but without his vest, while she on her white lace matching set. Another plan from the two. Chapter Two “It’s not fair that I’m in my underwear already and you’re still clothed.” He stalked towards her, “You just know what to say, don’t you?” She swallowed, her heart trying to break free from her ribcage. The bed dipped at his heavy mass of muscles, making her breath hitched. Unable to take her eyes away from him, Jessica watched as he started unbuttoning his shirt. She caught glimpsed of hairs on his chest, his olive skin looked warmer than her fair complexion. She moved closer to him, wanting to do it herself. Again, it was like he knew what she was thinking. He let her undressed him without saying a thing. She was shaking, nervous while at the same time anticipating what would happen next. When she popped the last button, he took her hands in his and lay them on his chest while he shrugged off his shirt. He was all rocks inside, making her reach over and touch him. He tipped her chin up, looking at her straight in the eyes. And slowly, their lips met, her mouth welcomed his searching tongue, ripping a breathy moan from her. The next thing she knew was she was lying in his bed, his arms bracing on either side of her waist, his mouth lapping her in the sensitive part of her neck to her collarbone. Her nails were digging in the mattress, eyes closed. “It’s Anthony.” She opened her eyes and find him looking at her intently. “I-I’m Jessica.” “I know.” Before she could ask how he knew her name, Anthony quickly distracted her by slipping his hand behind her and deftly fumbled for the clasp of her bra. His skillful hands got her out of her underwear right away along with his. As she sat up, she couldn’t take her eyes away from his manhood, not knowing what to make of it. When he came back to bed, something clicked inside her head, this was really it. He guided her back to her lay down, keeping eye contact with her. Jessica wasn’t planning on making anything out of this other than a night thing but with the way he was doing this, it felt so intimate. “I want you to remember me every time you close your eyes and know that it’s only me who’ll ever make you feel this way,” he cupped her, eliciting a cry from her. He leaned down to her ears, their body touching and she was sure that he could feel her booming heart. When Anthony parted her folds, Jessica’s immediate reaction was to stop him but he gently pride her hands away and murmured consolation in her ears. Soon, she was writhing underneath him, putty in his hands. “Anthony,” she breathed, her back arched up. He crawled beneath her until he was facing her soaping s*x, throbbing from the need she only heard from her friends. Her plea went unheard as he parted her legs and take her in his mouth. Her world blanched, a cry ripped out of her lungs as it echoed inside the room and her hands clutching onto his hair. His fingers worked magic on her, throwing her off the edge. Breathing raggedly, Jessica opened her eyes to find Anthony once again looking at her. His eyes were hooded, chest heaving as fast as she did. Jessica was glad to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by a man like him wasn’t exactly a man she imagined would be turned on for her. “You taste wonderful, sweetcheeks.” Heat blossomed in her cheeks. “I want to make this night be memorable for you and I’ll try to be gentle but I won’t promise it.” She nodded. Once again, he got on top of her but when she thought that he would go at it already, he kissed her on the forehead, a gesture she didn’t expect. “I want you to hold on to me. I promise I will make it better.” Funnily enough, she trusted him. Anthony guided her hands in his shoulder, and then wound her legs around his waist as he positioned himself between her. The bulbous head of his c**k poked her there, making her a little bit fearful. He wasn’t just an average guy; he would rip her. He pulled back, “We can still stop if you just say it right now. There’s no going back once we cross the line.” His eyes searched hers but he only found determination in them. “Try to be gentle please.” “I will try.” “Then take me.” Without hesitation, this time, Anthony laid both his hands on her hips and entered without warning. Her nails dug into his shoulder, sinking through his skin. “Anthony!” Anthony stayed still, his face was contorted in a concentration, sweat beaded his forehead. After a while, the pain ebbed. She experimented on moving and wince from the pain. Anthony groaned making her realized that he was holding back just for her sake. Braving it up, Jessica told him she was ready. With one final question, if she was really sure, Anthony started moving. She started feeling something that was building up in the pit of her belly, making her toes curled. She dug her heels in his back, meeting his relentless thrust as he pounded inside her. Soon, the familiar tug in her belly increased. Jessica knew what was coming. “Anthony, I-I’m…” she trailed, unable to form a coherent thought. “I know,” he cooed, his pace going faster. Not long, she was coming and Anthony continued to thrust inside her until she had orgasmed after orgasmed. When she stiffened, she knew that he was coming soon. She tightened her walls around him, making him burst. * For the past two weeks, Jessica made her presence scarce from the two. After that night with Anthony which she just found out was a Billionaire businessman from the google search. It was no wonder the two let her be on her own because they know him. Anyhow, after waking up in the middle of the morning, she tiptoed her way out. Pedro, one of his trusted man dropped her off in her humble apartment. Since then, she cut all the possible tie with him even going further as changing her phone number. She was also thinking of moving to another apartment after exams, anywhere but in this place where things were familiar. For the meantime, she focused on her school, barely getting out of her desk sometimes she forgot to have breakfast. Eventually, when she stopped, it was already dark. It had been like that for the past couple of days for her as if that would pay off the one night she slack reviewing. Thinking of it harder, Jessica felt frustrated with herself. She let a man distracted her from reviewing and what if she failed? All of the things she worked on would be all for nothing because she let her need to do the thinking for her. What’s worse, her family was back there, hoping for her to land herself a decent paying job that would take them out of a crazy neighborhood. Plus, a mother lying in a hospital bed with the bills and her financials piling up. Fast forward the days that went, she holed herself inside her room to make up for that night, causing her dizziness from not eating on time and over staying at night. Speaking of. Looking at the time on her computer, it was already noon and again she missed breakfast. She wasn’t exactly hungry right now but it was necessary to at least consume a piece of biscuit and a hot mug of coffee. Coffee or hot chocolate? Jessica shook her head, willing the memory away. What happened between them was just a quick itch, nothing more. Padding her way out of her room with bare feet, still in her pajamas with her hair tied in a messy bun, Jessica rummaged through the fridge for something to eat. There was a leftover of macaroni which she took and re-heat in the microwave. While she waited, she started revising the things she learned. She was doing just fine but then, the memory of Anthony looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman flashed in her head. Ting. For the second time that day, she shook her head and hopped off the counter. The smell of macaroni wafted in the air and her stomachs’ churned. An acidic puke rose in her throat, sending her bolting in the bathroom to spill her stomach’s contain. There was only water but her stomach wouldn’t stop until she heaved something other than liquid. She balled her hands into a fist, trying to get control over her body. To her horror, knocking coupled in her door. She couldn’t go out there with her condition right now. “Jess, open up!” At the sound of Lisa’s voice, Jessica could breathe a little better. Holding her breath, she got on her feet and rinse her face as well as her mouth with mouthwash. Then she opened the door, finding not only Lisa but Lauren as well. “What happened to you?” One look at her pale face, the two were already alarmed. They pushed her inside and Jessica was only glad that there was someone with her right now. She didn’t think she could manage on her own at the moment. Lauren helped her on second-hand loveseat, sitting beside her. “I think I catch a stomach bug,” she braced her midsection for a good measure which was true. “I already called, Dr. Johnson,” Lisa said as she sat on the opposite chair. Both women were in their low-key clothes and a shade on their head. “You don’t have to do that, Lis but thanks.” “We’re taking you in the hospital if sneaky paps wouldn’t hound us there,” Lisa actually looked apologetic. “Have you eaten?” Lauren asked. “I was going to but I started puking my guts out.” The two didn’t look the least bit grossed out, missing her joke. She didn’t want to make a fuzz but the two were too worried to know whether she was joking. “Why don’t you lie down first while we wait for Dr. Johnson to get here?” Lisa was already on her feet, not exactly waiting for her response. Lauren helped her on her feet to her room. Lisa flopped the pillow first to make sure she would be comfortable while Lauren soothed her back. At that moment, she missed her family who she left back home. A little brother who always looked forward to seeing her coming home. She missed them dearly, making her teary. “Come on, now, Cass,” Lauren soothed. “Yeah,” Lisa sniffled, getting teary herself. “You’re going to make us cry as well and that will be nasty.” She laughed. “I’m just so grateful that you guys are always here for me.” “What for that we’re sisters right?” Jessica didn’t even know that they thought of her as a sister which was humbling. “Right.” “OK, let’s get you in the bed so when Johnson come we won’t be scolded by letting his patient stand until he gets here.” “Trust me it won’t be good for us,” Lauren put in. Not wanting to be a burden any longer, Jessica followed their instructions. Once she laid in the bed, sleep claimed her right away. * When she woke up, murmuring voices caught her attention, the haze of sleep fading fast. “What’s wrong with her, doc?” She stayed still, waiting for the answer for her symptoms. “It’s best if I leave it for her to say to you, girls. Now go away and leave her to rest.” The two women didn’t argue and leave without a sound which left Dr. Johnson and her alone. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted that. “I know that you’re awake, Miss Mathew.” Her eyes fluttered open, finding an elderly man in white suit. He studied her under his cylinder spectacle, making her feel like an experiment under his eyes. “How are you feeling?” The pounding in her head and the nausea was already gone so that was good. “Better.” He nodded, keeping quiet in a thoughtful way. “What is it?” She finally asked when he didn’t say anything. He looked at her over the rim of his glasses, “I’m not sure whether you’re delighted, Miss—“ “Call me Jessica,” she cut in politely. “Very well, Miss Jessica. I’m going straight to the point if you’re ready.” She forced herself to nod, not trusting her voice. “You’re pregnant.”