Pregnant For The Cold Billionaire

Sienna Reed should have gone home. She should have ignored Nicole’s begging, turned down the extra shift, and kept her head down like she always did. But instead, here she was, standing behind the bar at the most exclusive rooftop lounge in the city, pretending her cheap black dress was enough to blend in with women who wore diamonds like they were candy. She was tired. Broke. Desperate to forget that tomorrow she’d wake up to overdue bills and her mother’s pale face, hooked up to machines they couldn’t afford. So when her eyes met his across the crowded room, she didn’t look away. He was leaning against the bar like he owned the city skyline behind him, tall, impossibly sharp in a black suit, eyes like winter storms. He didn’t smile. He didn’t flirt. He simply looked at her like she was something he wanted and always got. “Whiskey. Neat,” he said when she stepped closer. His voice was deep. Smooth. Dangerous. “Rough day?” she asked, trying to steady her shaking hands as she poured. “Rough life,” he murmured. He didn’t ask her name. She didn’t ask his. Maybe that’s why, when the whiskey turned into another drink, another and the music blurred into laughter, she didn’t resist when his hand found hers. One night. No names. No promises. By morning, he was gone, leaving only the lingering warmth of his touch and a single hundred-dollar bill on the nightstand. Sienna Reed thought she’d never see him again. She had no idea her life had just begun to unravel. Sienna woke up alone. For a moment, she thought maybe it had all been a dream, the whiskey, the rooftop view, the stranger’s icy hands warming her skin. But the crumpled sheets beside her told the truth. So did the hundred, dollar bill on the nightstand, tucked neatly beneath the room service menu as if he’d tried to be considerate. As if money could tidy up the mess of what she’d done. She showered in silence, scrubbing away the scent of his expensive cologne that clung to her skin like a memory she wasn’t ready to lose. By the time she stepped out into the biting morning air, reality came roaring back. Rent due. Her mother’s treatment overdue. Nicole’s missed calls. The city around her felt bigger, louder, like it was laughing at her for thinking she could be reckless for just one night. She clutched the bill in her pocket, feeling cheap. She told herself it didn’t matter. She’d never see him again. She’d tuck that night away with all the other mistakes she’d learned to bury. But when she got home and found her mother coughing blood into a tissue, she realized there was no burying anything anymore. Life didn’t let her forget. It only waited for the next blow. Two weeks later, Sienna was late. It was probably stress, she told herself. She was working double shifts at the diner, sleeping maybe four hours a night, eating whatever stale leftovers she could steal before the cooks tossed them out. But when the second pink line bled into existence on the cheap drugstore test, the world seemed to tilt under her feet. She stared at it for what felt like hours, her breath caught between a laugh and a sob. This couldn’t be happening. He didn’t even have a name. She didn’t have a plan. She sank to the cold bathroom floor, clutching the test like it could somehow tell her what to do next. Nicole found her there twenty minutes later, knees pulled to her chest, eyes wide and lost. “Oh my god, Si…” Nicole whispered, kneeling beside her. “Is it,?” Sienna could only nod. “Do you know who,” Sienna laughed, bitter and raw. “Yeah. And no.” Because she knew his eyes. His mouth. His touch. But she didn’t know his name. “I need to find him.” Sienna’s voice was firm, even as her hands shook around the chipped mug of cheap diner coffee. Nicole sat across from her, chewing her thumbnail, eyes darting around the half-empty diner. “You’re serious,” Nicole said. “I can’t do this alone, Nic. I have Mom. The debt. The hospital bills,” “You don’t even know his name!” “I know where I met him,” Sienna said stubbornly. “The rooftop bar. The hotel. He must be someone important, did you see that suit? The car he got into? He didn’t pay cash for that room. There’s got to be a record.” Nicole leaned back, exhaling a long, low whistle. “So you’re gonna walk in there and what? Ask the front desk for the name of the man who knocked you up?” “If I have to,” Sienna snapped. “I don’t care if I look desperate. I am desperate.” Nicole reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Si… are you sure you want this? What if he wants nothing to do with it?” Sienna’s eyes burned. “Then he’ll at least pay for it.” She hated how cold she sounded. But she hated feeling helpless more. This baby, this tiny heartbeat, didn’t ask for this mess. It deserved more than a waitress with nothing but bills and broken dreams. She found the courage two days later. Dressed in her best, which wasn’t saying much, Sienna stepped through the gleaming lobby of the Grand Imperial Hotel. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Bellboys who looked at her like she didn’t belong. Maybe she didn’t. Her heart hammered as she approached the reception desk. The woman behind it looked polished, perfect, her smile practiced and distant. “Can I help you, miss?” Sienna swallowed. “Um. Yes. I stayed here a few weeks ago. I… I need to find someone.” “I’m afraid we can’t give out guest information, ma’am.” “Please.” Sienna leaned in, lowering her voice. “I’m not asking for trouble. I just, I need to know who stayed in the penthouse suite that night. He… he left something important behind.” The woman’s polite smile didn’t budge. “I’m sorry,” “Miss Reed?” A cold, deep voice cut through her panic. She turned. And her heart stopped. There he was, the stranger from that night, except he wasn’t just a stranger now. He was dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it cost more than her mother’s treatment plan, flanked by two stone, faced men in dark coats. He didn’t look at her like he remembered the way his hands had mapped her skin. He looked at her like she was an inconvenience. “Miss Reed,” he said again, voice like frost. “I believe you’ve been looking for me.”