Accidental Baby, Falling For The Billionaire.

Dalia’s POVThis wasn't my first time booking a flight. I had mixed up the dates of our departure with our proposed departure date and had to reschedule the flight multiple times. At the airport, I nearly crossed through the security check without dropping off my bags, Jeffrey shot me a stern quizzical look that read, stop playing around. It was all chaos from start to finish. I smiled to myself when I recalled I had almost forgotten my suitcase when Jeffrey called me, ‘I hope you went over your lines properly, you’ve been quite absent-minded these past week.’ He tapped agitatedly on his lap as I nodded in the affirmative. If I said a word, he would proceed to ask me to recite it before him and I wasn't in the mood for that. It was going to be a long flight. In all my years of working with him, a deal had never bothered him like this. I was also quite nervous, because of all I knew about West Inc. Emily and I loved their clothing line. We were so excited when I told her I was going t

Eros’s POV.‘Sir, I brought your coffee.’ I snapped my hand up and nodded at my secretary. When she left, I turned my attention back to the papers before me— the partnership documents between my company and MELT’s. My team and I had been planning to approach them before they made the move, and the terms of the agreement were quite favourable. A memory of what happened that night popped up into my head and I grimaced. The lady from that night was undeniably attractive, and the short red gown she wore hugged her curves so well. It was so unlike me to lewd over a woman in that manner and a business partner. That was quite an unfortunate situation and would never repeat itself. I loosened my grip on the table and took a swig of my coffee. What if it got out to the public? I couldn’t have that. A knock came from the door, ‘May I come in, sir? It's a Mark.’‘Yes, come—’ my PA barely waited for me to complete my sentence when he barged into the room. He had with him his notepad and a bunc

DALIA'S POVThe huge double doors slammed shut behind me, as I stumbled into the empty hallway. Various emotions washed over me, my cheeks burning from embarrassment and my eyes glossy with tears. I let out a heavy sigh, and briefly leaned against the wall nearest to me as I pulled off my shoes and gathered the length of my dress. My moment of peace was short-lived, as I heard the doors open again, followed by brisk footsteps. I whipped my head back to see Jeffrey, rushing out the doors behind me.“Dalia!” His voice boomed throughout the hallway, and shook me to my spine. The scowl plastered on his face told me he was probably the only person more mortified by the situation than myself. Either edge of his lips were down-turned, and his brows furrowed at the center of his forehead, causing the stress lines he so desperately tried to hide to appear. As he approached me, I noticed the veins pulsing underneath his sweaty skin, it was almost as though they were trying to pop out of his tem

DALIA'S POVJeffrey had sent a waitress to make sure I got home safe. She arrived with some aspirin, a big bottle of water, a change of brand new clothes, and a bag to carry my soiled dress in."You're a life saver." I whispered, before popping two pills in my mouth. I threw my head back, and chugged down more than half of the bottle of water in a single go, leaving just a little in case I got thirsty on the ride home.I peeled my dress off, took off the tags, and slipped on the pair of grey, baggy sweatpants and black T-shirt she had brought for me. Once I was fully dressed, I turned to pick up my shoes. I couldn't possibly wear six inch stilettos with the clothes I had on right now, even if it was just to the front door. I considered going caveman style, and walking barefoot, but something told me Jeffrey would not like that very much."You wouldn't happen to have a pair of size seven sneakers here, would you?" I asked, my voice drenched in sarcasm."Uhm, no." The waitress chuckled

EROS' POVI sat alone in my office when I heard a gentle knock on the door."Enter." I said, from behind the screen of my laptop, my eyes fixed on the figures in bold, black font. I knew exactly who it was that had come in. Not merely because he was the only person scheduled to meet with me at this time, but because I had heard his footsteps as he approached my office. "Mr. Starr, top of the morning to you." I greeted. Over the years of our friendship, I had gained the ability of knowing when Jeffrey was coming from quite a remarkable distance away, simply from the way he walked. That prosthetic left leg of his made it incredibly easy, as every second step he took was always louder than the first."Pleasant morning, Eros." He replied, shutting the door behind him. I finally looked up from my computer to see him walking over to my desk. He was dressed in a white, yellow, and blue plaid dress shirt, with rolled up sleeves. His pants were made from a fine, navy blue khaki like fabric, an