Accidentally Yours, Mr. Billionaire!

Kabanata 2

She was right. I changed my mind.

Well, maybe not completely. It's not that I suddenly want love, a man, or a relationship. I still don’t. What changed… is that I want a child. My own child. Someone who shares my blood, my DNA. Someone who comes from me.

Magbabago talaga ang thoughts mo kapag nakaapak ka ng syudad. May syudad naman sa Visayas kaso iba sa Makati. Everything is different. Makati is different. Everything here feels faster, louder, more tempting. There's something in the air that makes you question the life you've always known.

Take tonight, for example.

I’m attending an event I wouldn’t normally be caught dead in. One of my older brother’s close friends invited him, but since Kuya couldn’t make it, guess who got volunteered to go in his place?

Yup. Me.

I’ve attended events before—graduations, seminars, school conferences. But this? This is something else entirely.

It’s extravagant. Lavish. The kind of affair that practically drips with money. Turns out, it’s a charity gala filled with the country’s top businessmen and powerful politicians. People who wear wealth like perfume.

Ano gagawin ko rito?

I roam my eyes.

Everyone are busy. Lahat sila may kausap, sipping expensive wine and laughing politely at jokes I probably wouldn’t understand. No one notices me and honestly, I’m fine with that.

The lights dim slightly, and the host steps up to the stage to announce the main highlight of the evening.

The a*ction.

Tahimik lang ako sa tabi. I remain seated at the side, playing the part of the quiet observer. Polite applause. An occasional nod. That’s all I contribute.

Item after item is paraded in front of the crowd—vintage wines, jewelry, rare art. The bids rise quickly: ten million, twenty, thirty-five...

Then, the next item is unveiled, a painting. The kind that makes you stop and stare even if you don’t understand art. There’s something about it… the colors, the emotion, the silence it commands.

And then, a voice cuts through the room.

“Fifty million.” Low. Cold. Commanding.

Halos tumigil ako sa paghinga. Umawang ang labi ko. Yan na ata ang pinakamataas na bidding ang narinig ko ngayong gabi. All heads turn toward the man who said it but mine was already looking.

Tall. Striking. His presence feels heavier than the chandelier above us. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t blink. Just sits there like the world belongs to him.

Umiwas ako ng tingin. May kakaiba eh. Kahit hindi klaro sa paningin ang mukha niya, I can sense pa rin.

I stared at the painting.

Kung sabagay kahit ako, I might’ve bid on that painting too. But now, I’m more interested in the man who just bought it.

I don’t know why, but something about this moment feels... pivotal. Like something’s about to happen.

Something will happen.

Because tonight, I met him.

And this.....this was just the beginning.

Everything is blurry for me. Medyo nalasing ako sa alak nila, lalo na’t hindi naman ako sanay uminom kahit wine pa ’yan. Usually, tubig lang at calamansi juice ang ka-table ko sa mga events sa probinsya.

I don’t even remember how many glasses I had. Isa? Dalawa? Apat? Basta ang alam ko, tumatawa na ako mag-isa, and things started spinning.

People were still mingling, but everything felt... slow. Like I was watching a movie in soft focus.

Then I felt a hand on my lower back. Gentle, but firm.

"Are you alright?"

A deep voice. Low. Calm. Familiar.

I turned, blinking up at the man beside me. And there he was—him.

Poseidon Atticus Koznetzov

He looked even more intimidating up close. Suot niya ang dark navy suit na parang tailor-made lang para sa kanya. His jawline was sharp, his eyes unreadable, but his voice? It was surprisingly warm.

“Uhm…” I swallowed, trying to pull myself together. “Okay lang. Medyo hilo lang. First time ko sa ganito…”

He chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “I can tell.”

My cheeks flushed. Not sure if it was the wine or pure embarrassment.

“I should probably sit down,” I mumbled, but before I could move, he already held out his arm.

“Let me,” he said.

I hesitated. My mind was screaming don’t trust strangers, billionaires don’t just talk to random women, and this is not part of your plan. But my feet? My feet had other plans.

I took his arm.

Next thing I knew, we were walking away from the noise, through a private hallway, and into a quieter lounge area. Malamig sa loob. Tahimik. Dim lights, soft jazz in the background.

He handed me a glass of cold water. I sipped it gratefully, trying to focus, but I could feel his eyes on me.

“Are you here alone?” he asked, casually.

I nodded slowly. “Supposed to be my brother’s spot… pero hindi siya nakapunta. Ako ’yung pinadala.”

“Lucky me then,” he said with a small smirk.

I looked at him, confused. “Why?”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Because I wouldn’t have noticed anyone else… if it weren’t you.”

My heart stuttered. Was it the alcohol? The setting? Or him?

But the next part? That’s the blur.

All I remember is his hand reaching for mine… the way his voice dropped when he said something I couldn’t even recall… and then

Darkness.

Masakit ang ulo ko. Yung tipong parang may rock band na tumugtog sa loob ng bungo ko buong gabi.

I squinted as sunlight peeked through unfamiliar white curtains. Sandali… saan ako?

I tried to sit up but stopped mid-move.

Holy crap.

I was in a king-sized bed. White sheets. Silk. Sobrang lambot, parang ulap. Then it hit me.

I was not in my bed.

This was not my condo.

This wasn’t even a hotel room.

I froze.

Dahan-dahan kong tinignan ang sarili ko. I was wearing someone else’s oversized shirt. Wala akong memory bumili ng ganito. I looked around. Elegant furniture, modern art on the walls, minimalist pero mukhang mamahalin.

Then, the scent.

Masculine. Clean. Expensive.

My pulse quickened.

Memories tried to piece themselves together but everything was fuzzy.

Wine. Music. A deep voice. That hand on my back. Eyes that looked at me like they saw straight through me.

Atticus. Yes, he told me his name.

Biglang bumukas ang pintuan.

I held my breath.

There he was, standing by the door in gray lounge pants and a white shirt, holding two mugs of coffee. Barefoot. Relaxed. Calm. But his eyes instantly locked on mine.

"You're awake," he said, voice still that same low timbre.

I opened my mouth pero walang lumabas.

He walked closer and handed me the mug. "Black, no sugar. Tama?"

I blinked. "H-How did you…?"

"You mentioned it. Last night," he said, sitting down on the chair across the bed.

I took the coffee, if only to have something to hold. My fingers were cold despite the mug’s warmth.

“W-What happened?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t look away. “Nothing happened you didn’t want.”

My face flushed. “I mean… I don’t usually…” I trailed off, embarrassed, flustered.

“You don’t do one-night stands. You told me that too.”

I nodded slowly, still trying to breathe evenly. “But did we…”

He held my gaze. "Yes."

My heart stopped. Tumigil ang mundo ko sandali.

"But," he added, “I made sure you were okay. You were drunk, but you weren’t out of control. You knew what you wanted. I asked… you answered. Clearly.”

I looked down, my chest tightening. Ano ba ’tong ginawa ko…?

"I should go," I mumbled, setting the mug down shakily.

“You don’t have to rush.”

But I was already gathering my things. My heels. My bag. My pride, somewhere on the floor.

“I’m not like this,” I said, not even sure if I was talking to him or myself.

"I believe you," he said simply.

I forced a smile. “Thank you… for the coffee.”

As I headed toward the door, he said one last thing that made me stop.

“If ever you need anything… especially after this night, call me. Please.”

I didn’t turn back. I couldn’t.

Because at that moment, I didn’t know if I should be relieved……or terrified.

Because something told me, this wasn't the end.

It was just the beginning of a much bigger storm.

Pagpasok ko sa unit ko, bumungad agad ang katahimikan.

No loud voices. No judgment. Just me… and the pounding guilt that refused to go away.

I dropped my heels by the door and leaned against the wall. Pinikit ko ang mga mata ko sandali, trying to catch my breath.

But how do you breathe normally after waking up in a stranger’s bed? Not just any stranger, but Poseidon Atticus Koznetzov.

The man you only hear about in whispers.

The man I slept with.

My head throbbed again. Ayan kasi, inom pa. Tanga.

I kicked off the oversized shirt and tossed it into the laundry. Bigla akong natigilan. That shirt… It still smelled like him.

I took a long, cold shower. Scrubbed my skin like I could erase last night. Pero kahit gaano ko pa kuskusin, I couldn’t wash away the heat of his hands, the feel of his lips, the way he looked at me like I was something rare.

“Stop it,” I whispered to myself in the mirror. “Wala lang ‘yon. You were drunk. Curious. Desperate, maybe.”

And let’s be real , I wanted a child. Not a relationship. Not a man. I reminded myself of that again and again.

Anak lang. Hindi asawa.

I wrapped myself in a towel and sat on the edge of my bed. My phone lit up with notifications. Missed calls from my best friend. Messages from my eldest sister asking if I got home safe. And one unsaved number with a short message:

You left your earrings. I’ll have my driver return them. — Poseidon

I stared at it for a while, not sure how to feel.

Bakit ba siya ang naiwan sa isip ko?

I shook my head and sighed deeply.

I wasn’t the type to fall easily. I’ve survived heartbreaks I never had. Built a life on my own. Became everything I dreamed of without needing someone to hold my hand.

This wasn’t going to change anything.

Last night was just a blip. A reckless, unexpected detour in my carefully planned map.

Or so I thought.