PREGNANT BY THE CEO: LOVED BY THE PRESIDENT

THE HOTEL INCIDENT- 7AM SANDRA “Whaat!” A loud screech tore out of my throat before I could stop it at the sight of the man lying shirtless beside me in bed that morning. I immediately slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming, but it was too late. The scream had permeated through my palms. Marcus had heard me and was now stirring awake. As much as it was a good thing since I needed answers, I also wanted to pick my things up and run out of there without him having to see me. “Good morning…Sandra?” he drawled, frowning at me. I didn’t know if he would hold it up against me at work or act like nothing had happened between us. Either way, it was horrible because we would both know what had happened last night. How did I wake up in a hotel room with my boss? The same man who found every opportunity to complain about whatever I did, making me reschedule meetings whenever it suited him and yelling at me in front of everyone whenever I made a minor mistake was sitting up in bed with me, bare-chested. “Good…good morning, sir,” I looked down at the sheets of the bed in shame and guilt. “What-what are you doing here?” I glanced at him to catch his facial expression, only to see that he looked confused just as I was. He looked around for a moment before looking at me with a wolfish grin that I did not like one bit. The last thing I remembered was him yelling at me at work last night for doing something wrong, which caused me to have one too many drinks when I left work and got to the bar. How I landed here in his bed, I had no idea. “I’m sorry for asking this, but…did something happen last night between us?” I questioned, unable to look at him. “Did we…did we…”, I stammered. I could feel it. The tingling sensation between my laps could tell it all. I knew we’d had s*x. I just didn’t want it to be true. Even if he lied and told me that we hadn't, I could take it at face value and believe him for what it was worth. “You want to know if we had sex.” He took the words right out of my mouth, and I prayed for the grounds to open so that I would get in and bury myself. “Well, Sandra, you didn’t tell me soon enough that you had it in you,” he said, and I could hear the cockiness in his voice. “You could barely get your hands off of me. It was a hell of a good enough f**k inside that p***y of yours. And I must say…you’re so sweet and juicy in the middle, but not enough for you to get to work late today. Go home and get changed. We have a lot to do. It’s Monday.” I felt anger swelling inside me at his words, but I was angrier at myself than I was at him. I got off the bed and helplessly scrambled for my clothes without a word as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Being drunk was no excuse to forget that this man had put me through months of hell at work just because he had the power to. It was no excuse for me to forget every hurtful thing he had said to bring me down and make me feel as if I was the worst personal assistant he could ask for. Most importantly, it was no excuse for me to cheat on my boyfriend. “Leaving so soon?” Marcus taunted me, and I met his eyes this time with a fearless frown that I would probably regret later. While at work, he was nothing short of intimidating with high work ethics and standards, but he looked completely irritating to me at that moment. I wanted to reach up to his face and throw a punch to see how it would go, but I had no time for that. I should leave there soon enough. “Where is my phone?” I asked rhetorically, looking around until I found it lying lazily on the nightstand. I checked for the time to find out that it was just a couple of minutes past seven a.m., but that was not the thing that caught my attention. “s**t!” I cursed as I looked at the date—the 6th of April. Yesterday was supposed to be the first anniversary of me and Ethan, my boyfriend. How could I do that to him? How could I do that?! “No, no, no. What have I done?” I muttered, shaking my head. Not only had I completely betrayed him, I had done it on our anniversary. I pulled myself up and rushed out of the room without saying a word to my boss, who didn’t even seem to care. I had planned it all out perfectly: a night in the hotel suite where I would meet him right after the charity ball. I had even arranged for a cake to be baked by Violet, my best friend. The gift that I had chosen for him was still sitting in my purse. It would feel more like a peace offering than anything now. He was the man I was supposed to be waking up beside, not my arrogant boss who mocked me and got a kick for it. Marcus had finally found his way into my pants and he was not even sorry about it. At least I was his PA and secretary at the same time. These things are just normal happenings in California. As I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, I froze, staring at the room right opposite the one I had come out of. The number on the door matched the one on the key I held in my hand. “Damn!”, I cussed silently. It was the room that I had booked for me and Ethan to celebrate our anniversary, and it was directly across the room I had just slept with my boss. The room I just got f****d by my boss! “This is horrible.” I shook my head as even more tears poured out of my eyes. I would have to tell Ethan about it. I had to confess. The thought of keeping what I had done a secret made me want to throw up. I heard the sound of footsteps, and I looked up to see the receptionist approaching. She smiled at me, her expression polite and professional. My smile to her in return was tight, and I could tell that she knew it. “Good morning, Miss. Is everything alright?” She inquired, her face giving away her worry. “Good morning. Um, did anyone pick up a spare key to this room, by any chance?” I asked, gesturing at the door that I had booked. It would kill me if I found out that Ethan had shown up and was waiting for me in there the whole time while I was…holy f**k! My heart stopped when the receptionist nodded in response. “Yes, a man came by last night and requested for the spare key. Mr. Ethan, right? You instructed me to give him the key if he came by. Is anything the matter? If you need me to confirm that he’s really the person who’s supposed to be in there—” “No.” I shook my head as I interrupted her. “There’s no problem. Thank you very much.” I watched the receptionist walk away, finally coming back to the fact that Ethan must be in that room at that moment. But if he was, why hadn’t he called or texted me? I pulled out my phone once again, my fingers trembling as I scrolled through my messages. No missed calls, no texts. Nothing. I started to wonder if he knew what I had done. Had he seen me entering a different hotel room with Marcus last night? Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the door. I was suddenly hit by the scent of Ethan’s cologne. I couldn’t possibly mistake it for something else. It was too familiar. And considering the possibility of someone else wearing the same perfume, I dismissed the idea that it was him. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I wanted to knock, to explain everything, to apologize, but I was paralyzed with fear of the thought that he already knew. That was the only thing that could explain the lack of calls since last night. But I also had to remind myself that I had nearly no right to be upset about his lack of texts after what I had done to him. I stepped away from the door for a moment and dialled Violet’s number. I needed to hear her voice to ground myself and get some reassurance. What I wasn’t prepared for was hearing the familiar sound of a noisy song that she had set as her ringtone from the room right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat in response as I dropped my phone to my side. “Why would her phone be in there?” I muttered to myself. Different scenarios played out in my head, at all the things that had probably gone wrong. What if Ethan found out about me and Marcus and decided to tell Violet about it? What if they were both waiting for me to come in and explain myself? “Oh, my God,” I whispered as I leaned closer to the door and placed an ear against it to hear anything. Unfortunately, I heard some music, but that was not what caught my attention. Wrapped under the music was the unmistakable sound of moans. “What the hell is going on?” I asked myself as I stepped away from the door and looked at the number to make sure that I had the right room. It matched the number engraved in the key I was holding, which meant that I couldn’t possibly be mistaken. Swiftly, I took a deep breath and opened the door, as I saw Ethan standing near the bed and my best friend, lying on the bed. I suddenly wished I hadn’t opened the door.