A Baby For The Billionaire

POV: Brianna Boone"Are you sure, doc?" I asked, dry mouthed.He sighed as if repeating it one more time would somehow shorten his lifespan. "Yes, Bri. You're pregnant." I took a moment to let his words sink in. To let the severity of his words sink in. "Wait, what?” I breathed out as the shock of the news made everything inside of me to rise.To be fair, I suspected that was going to be his verdict. But, it didn’t make this any less shocking. Constant nausea and irritation to pretty much everything during the past week was a giveaway. I'd convinced myself it was nothing big. Just flu or fever, even though deep down, I knew it might be this– pregnancy.The doctor left me there to gather myself because he could tell I was distraught by the news. I thought about nothing else but the possibility of being a mother. That was something I wasn't prepared for. I am a twenty-four year old, single young adult. I still pretty much feel like a child.How can I be pregnant? I mused silently as I

POV: Brianna BooneI got home in a frenzied state, cursing, and struggling to get a hold of myself. I know I had just thrown away the chance of a lifetime. It was the only opportunity I had to tell the father of my unborn child that I was expecting his baby, it wasn’t like I was looking forward to bringing up a child on my own. Walking away from that golden opportunity only meant I was fine being a single mother, which I most definitely wasn’t.The reality that I couldn't go back to the office just yet hit me later that night. Running into him again would be devastating, because telling from how big he seem, he definitely won’t appreciate any pregnancy from a one night stand from a girl he knows nothing about, and might even try forcing me to abort the child. Yup, i definitely do have to stay away from him now.There was only one thing to do now...Taking another break from work after my week-long vacation in Oahu wasn't a piece of cake because Stevie, my boss, adored me and he value

WAS there anything more crazier than living life right on its edges?For me? Most certainly not!I had done just, living life and doing it right on its edges, crazy as it may sound or seem, it had taught me a lesson, a thoughtful lesson I was to carry deep in my womb for nine months and thinking about it now the months had not even started counting…I stood in front of the mirror looking for those little changes, my mind drifting again to the night, that same night that all I felt was intense passion that forced my voice into high pitched moans – The kissing, the nibbling, the fucking– I thought about everything, the moment still afresh in my memory on literal terms.Never in my adult life have I been so prone to carelessness and let a random man f*ck me without putting a protection on but it had been one moment of bliss, a moment of magic that sparked up crazy emotions."Michelson Trevor." The name definitely was something I was going to be stuck with for the rest of my life an

BRIANNA'S POV   WHICH was more confusing? Getting married to a complete stranger, or knowing how to put up with having life growing inside of you I guess the the two. I was getting married to a total stranger ans if there was anything I was glad of, he was not totally a jack though partially he was one like all men of his gender, all men of his Calibre. He was fucking rich and that  itself was very obvious,  he was so rich that he could literally buy half of the city houses so easily and keep them running on electricity. Yet when most women would have jumped right on the offer of   having to carry his child even as a surrogate. I was put off by the whole idea of it. All that was needed was a matter of days not weeks and I would be having his last name, carrying his child and wearing his ring rig

BRIANNA'S POV I COULD call it bluffing but would like to admit to myself two basic things after they left: Michelson Trevor could as well be a mummy's boy and I like Mrs . Trevor.Those two fact were stuck to the back of mind and I thought about it as I helped in cleaning the table and emptying the trash.It was obvious right from the moment we sat across from the table and both ate,she had been charming all through dinner and I could not help but to throw glances toward her baby but once in a while.He looked different with her around, more like being tamed and more collected and cool.After they left, I helped my mother with the dishes outside. I could see the thunder flashing across the face of the sky as we did the dishes in silence.It was more like I was doing a kind of reflective thinking about everything that had happened and would soon soon happen, it was a fact now and not just mere thinking, guess or speculations I was getting married to him.After ticking out everything