Aurora:the billionaire's secret

Tara’s POV The city was abuzz, the lights were on, and almost everyone was having fun, including me and my friends. It's the weekend, and we were out to celebrate my appointment to my father's company as the Chief Manager. Although it was my father's company, I made sure to work hard for it. We were drinking and partying so hard. That is so unlike me, but I just decided to let loose for one night not knowing my life was about to change. Jasmine and Eleanor were already talking to some guys they met at the club, leaving me and Becca at the table. And soon after, she left to join some guys at their table, so I decided to retire to the room Alex had reserved for us for the night. Alex is my boyfriend and soon, we will be engaged. Our families have been friends for a long time and then business partners. Now we are about to become families. He's the best thing that has happened to me. My feet wobbled as I walked down the hallway to my room, my eyes barely seeing clearly, it was much of a blur. I knocked groggily on the door and waited for Alex to open up. The door opened, revealing a well-built man. He was already shirtless, and I couldn't wait to pounce on him like a tiger. I went in and undressed immediately. “Don't you want to shower first?” he asked in a deep husky voice which gave me goosebumps. Is it because I'm drunk? Why does he sound so different? I thought. I moved closer to him and pressed my body to his, I placed his hands around my waist and leaned in for a deep kiss. He tastes different too, but in a good way. He responded and took me to bed, where I had the most wonderful night ever. The next morning, I came up with a banging headache, it almost felt like my head was being hit with an iron. I opened my eyes groggily to adjust to the brightness, then I reached out to Alex who was still sleeping with his back turned to me, but his hair color was just black. Alex is blonde, I thought. I stood up gently and looked around, I was in the wrong room, and definitely I had slept with a stranger. Then, everything that had happened the previous night came back, flooding into my brain. Like a flash of lightning, I hurriedly dressed and left the room. I sat impatiently in the lobby, waiting for my driver to pick me up and, after what seemed like an eternity, I was on my way home. “I can't believe this”, I said to myself after taking a bath. With several missed calls from Alex and my friends, I began to panic. I knew I had to call them back, especially Alex. Just then, I heard a knock on my door. “Come in”. My friends trooped in looking at me unbelievably. “Where have you been?”, Jasmine fired at me. “We’ve been calling you”, Becca added, slumping on my bed. There was no point in telling them I was with Alex, he must have reached out to them, so I lied. “I'm so sorry, I was so out of it last night, that I slept in the wrong room, and had to pay for it this morning”. “Thank God, Alex was so worried, he kept calling you all through the night”, Eleanor said, still looking up with a hangover. “I'll just call him now”, I said, and placed a call to him. He picked up sounding so worried, and I told him the same thing I told my friends. Luckily, no one doubted me. I soon forgot about it and moved on. Although, I still think about the stranger sometimes, his body, his voice and the taste of his lips. Sometimes, I wish I could see him again, but I knew it was just out of lust. I focused on doing a great job at my father's company and also my soon-to-be-announced engagement with Alex. “So how's work going?”, my dad asked me during dinner one night. I couldn't help but feel proud that he was beginning to ask me about something so crucial and important. He had always treated me indifferently, unlike Mara, my stepsister who's got everything she wanted on a platter of gold, while I have always had to work so hard for it. “It's good, dad, I'm doing a great job at it”, I said, complimenting myself proudly. “OK, and the engagement party?”, he asked, not showing much of a reaction to the work part. I quickly ignored the sinking feeling in my stomach and responded. “Oh yeah, Alex and I are planning that”. “You should let a professional handle that”, Caroline, my stepmother objected. “It's not that big of a party, and I want it to be to my satisfaction, so… Mara cuts me off. “Just let her be, Mum, she doesn't need your help, you ain't her mother”, she said and scoffed. She had always been like this, guilt-tripping me, which always made Dad support them. “Let Caroline handle it Tara, focus on work”, Dad ordered, and left me with no choice but to agree. Not that I have no regard for Caroline, but she has never treated me like a daughter since I've met her. Her father brought her and Mara home when I was just six, after my mother passed away and introduced them to me as my stepmom and step-sister. I cried so hard that day because that can only mean he had been cheating on my mother. Caroline treated me well at first but later stopped being nice to me after she lost her son in childbirth. He was supposed to be the heir, not her, she would always say, which made me wonder if she was really pained that she had lost a child at all. I went back to my room to prepare for the next day. Suddenly, I became nauseous, bile rose up to my throat and within a minute, my head was in the toilet bowl. I threw up everything I had on the table and wobbled back to bed, feeling lightheaded. My body suddenly became weak and I slept off. Two days later, I realized my period was late and had coupled with what had been going on with me, I quickly left work to go to a pharmacy where I grabbed a test strip. I slid down the wall as I held the test strip in my hand. I shivered like a drenched kitten and wondered if I was dreaming. I rubbed my eyes over and over to snap out of this nightmare. But the two bold red lines didn't go away. “I am pregnant”, I declared to myself dejectedly.