Pregnant And Rejected By My Sexy Billionaire CEO

Chapter One : The Night Everything Changed Rachael’s POV My heels clicked against the marble floors of the Knights Enterprises tower as I walked toward the elevator . It was twelve thirty in the morning . Thirty minutes past midnight , and the office was very quiet. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, everyone except my boss Mr Knights . Mr. Alexander Knights was the CEO of one of the most powerful tech companies in the world. A billionaire. My boss. And for six months my secret lover. I knew I shouldn’t have let it happen. His money was loud even when he was silent. He owned the entire top floor of Knights Enterprises, not just an office. Floor-to-ceiling glass, custom Italian furniture, a desk flown in from Milan, and a private bar stocked with Macallan 25 and Louis XIII that he barely touched. Alexander wore tailored Tom Ford and Brioni suits like they were casual clothes. A Rolex Daytona or Patek Philippe always sat heavy on his wrist. His shoes were always polishedItalian leather, probably worth more than my rent. He didn’t talk about money. He didn’t need to. The private driver downstairs, the black Maybach waiting at all hours, said enough. At thirty-two, he owned three penthousesNew York, London, and Dubai. A beachfront villa in Malibu. A ski lodge in Aspen he visited once a year. A private jet he used was like a taxi. To him, distance didn’t exist. He built everything from nothing, and it made him cold. Controlled. Ruthless. Used to winning. He is devastatingly handsome.The kind of man who ends up on magazine covers without trying. Sharp jaw. Dark blue eyes that could strip you bare with one look. Power clung to him every step, every word. I didn’t belong in his world. I was just his assistant. But I crossed a line with a man who doesn’t forgive mistakes. And men like Alexander Knights don’t lose control.They took it backHe was everything I told myself I didn’t need and needed to stay away from . But one night with him was enough to break all my rules . One late night, just like this we shared a bottle of whiskey after closing a major deal, and stolen glances turned into stolen kisses and a passionate erotic night . Now here I was, holding a folder of reports. He asked me to bring my heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with work. The elevator dinged at the top floor, opening directly into his office. The city skyline sparkled through his office's large windows, casting a glow over his big desk. Mr Alexander stood there, his sleeves rolled up, his tie on the office floor , looking like a Greek god in a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and toned sexy figure . I can feel my body temperature rising just by looking at him . “ Rachael ,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. He didn’t look up from his laptop at first, but when he did, those intense blue eyes locked onto mine. “You’re late.” “I… the reports took longer than expected,” I stammered, placing the folder on his desk. My hand brushed his accidentally, and electricity shot through me. He noticed of course he did and a smirk crossed at his perfect lips. “Come here,” he commanded, his tone low and authoritative. The kind that made my body obey before my mind could catch up.I stepped closer, and in one swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap. His hands gripped my waist, firm and possessive. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day in that skirt,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “Mr Alexander , we shouldn’t” I started, but my protest melted as his lips claimed mine. Hungry and demanding . He deepened his kiss , and pressed my left boob and soon we were lost in each other, clothes scattered on the office floor. The only light left was the small desk lamp and the city lights coming in from his window . He slowly got up and locked the office door with a quiet click which made me more hungry for his touch . Then he turned and looked at me. His eyes are darker and filled with desire for me . I love that about him . I love how I was able to make him like this . The powerful sexy billionaire CEO is all hungry for me . He walked towards me and placed his hands on my waist and lifted me up onto the edge of his office desk like I was weighing zero pounds. My skirt moved up as his body pressed between my thighs, hard , long and thick , every inch of him radiating heat. His mouth crashed into mine in a rough, demanding way , tasting of whiskey . I gasped against his lips as his fingers held my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat. He kissed down my neck, biting just enough to make me bent towards him. “You’ve been driving me insane all day,” he growled low, voice rough and demanding . His hands slid under my blouse, palms hot against my skin, thumbs circling my n*****s through lace until they peaked and hardened . My nails raked down his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle, feeling him shiver . He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and shoved my thighs wider, stepping between them fully. His erection against his pants, pressing right where I needed him most teasing, promising. With one movement , he swept the desk clearing his files to the floor then he pushed me back until I was lying on the desk . He followed , his mouth claiming mine again, deeper hungrier. His hands roamed everywhere lifting my skirt higher, ripping panties aside with his fingers. When he finally touched me there stroking, circling, dipping inside . I couldn’t stop the scream . I moaned his name, loud enough that it bounced off the empty walls. The pleasure I felt was very real and good . He didn’t tease me for long. He freed himself, thick, long and ready, and thrust in hard, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. The desk creaked under us as he moved deeper , each thrust sending sparks through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. He gripped my hips, putting it in an angle just right, hitting that spot over and over until I was trembling and breathless, lost in the rhythm of skin slapping skin, deep breaths, and whispered curses. “You’re mine,” he he said against my ear, while he increased his pace , “Say it.” He demanded . “I am yours ,” I panted, holding him as the pleasure built . He drove harder, faster pushing deep inside me, saying my name like a prayer, me crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my body clenching around him until we both reached our peak . After that I lay down , tangled in his sheets in the private suite attached to his office, watching him sleep, I knew it couldn’t last. Mr Alexander knights is not into relationship . He didn’t commit. He’d made that clear from the beginning this was just physical , fun and temporary . I was just his assistant. The girl from a modest family who fought her way into this job through hard work and determination. He was a billionaire playboy, rumored to have a new model on his arm every month. Still, in the quiet moments like this, I let myself dream. Maybe I was different. Maybe he felt it too. Little did I know, that night would change everything forever. ……………………….. Two months later… I stared at the pregnancy test in my shaky hands, the two pink lines blurring through my tears. I was positive . My mind raced back to that passionate night the only time we’d been careless, caught up in the heat of the moment. I was pregnant. With Mr Alexander knights baby. I felt happy for a moment , which was quickly replaced by fear. How would he react? Would he want this? Want us? I had to tell him. Tonight.I found him in his office again, reading contracts under the desk lamp. He looked up as I entered, his expression softening for a split second the way it only did for me. “Rachael , what’s wrong?” he asked, sensing my mood . I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. “Mr Alexander … I’m pregnant.” The room went silent. His face turned cold , those blue eyes turning ice cold. “Pregnant?” he repeated, voice flat. “Yes and It’s yours.” He stood slowly, moving towards me , his sexy figure twisted into something unreadable. Anger? Shock? “This… complicates things,” he said finally, running a hand through his dark hair. “Complicates?” I echoed, hope shattered “Mr Alexander , we can figure this out. Together.” He shook his head, turning away to stare out at the city lights. “No, Rachael . We can’t.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” He faced me again, his jaw set. “I don’t want a child. Not now. Not like this. My life my company doesn’t have room for… complications.” Tears filled my eyes. “So what are you saying?” “I’m saying you should get rid of it.” His words were like a knife to the heart. Cold. Final. “And us?” I whispered. He hesitated, then delivered the blow. “There was never an ‘us,’ Rachael . This was fun, but it’s over. You’re fired. I’ll have security escort you out, and my lawyers will handle a lay off package. Stay away from me.” Rejected. Just like that. I stood there, numb, as he pressed a button on his phone. Security arrived moments later. As they led me out of the building I’d poured my soul into, tears streaming down my face, I placed a protective hand on my stomach. He might not want us. But I would fight for this baby. Alone if I had to. Little did Mr Alexander knights now, rejecting me was the biggest mistake of his life. Because one day, he will come crawling back and begging. And I will be the one in control. I stood outside in the cold night with my phone in my hand . A notification came with the heading breaking news . I wiped my tears and looked at the screen . Breaking news in the Business section Knights Enterprises CEO Alexander Knights announces engagement to Socialite and heiress … I opened the article with shaking fingers. A photo of Alexander on the screen , handsome and untouchable in a black suit, his arm wrapped possessively around the one person who I never thought he would end up with. That person was none other than …..