The Billionaire's Baby (On Hold)

4~ Where am I?

The next morning I woke up on bedsheets much softer than my own.

I slowly eased my heavy eyes open to find myself in a huge room, that definitely was not mine. I wished it was though.

Where am I?

I didn't have much time to worry about that before I was sprinting to the bathroom, somehow emptying all the contents in my stomach. I didn't even eat dinner, what am I throwing up?

I heard loud footsteps approaching me. There was no time to run or hide before he was leaning on the door frame.

He glanced at the vomit in the toilet and his eyes turned slightly confused.

"Are you alright?"

I was still in slight shock processing the fact that I was in his house.

One thing I know for sure is that my baby daddy is rich, very rich. The sad part is, I don't even know his name.

I snapped out of my haze when he suddenly snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hello? Anyone there?"

"Sorry, yeah I'm fine," I said with as much confidence as I could muster. Which wasn't very much. "W-where am I?"

"You're at my house," he said in a 'duh' tone. "Don't you remember what happened last night?" he said seriously.

Suddenly everything came back to me at once. The man, the alleyway, my clothes being ripped off. I looked down and I was wearing a pair of fresh pajamas. I tried not to think about how they got there.

"Thank you," I said briefly, not wanting to remember the dreadful night.

"It's no problem," he said, seeming genuine about it. "Are you sick or something? Do you want to see a doctor?"

If only you knew.

"No it's just a bug going around. Nothing to worry about," I reassured him, not having the courage to tell him the truth.

"Can I ask you something?" I said hesitantly.

He nodded silently, his green eyes staring at me intently.

"Where are those men now?"

"In jail," he responded in a monotone voice. I couldn't help but notice his fists clench a bit.

I stayed silent.

I got up from my spot by the toilet, flushed, and quickly glanced at myself in the mirror, aware that he was watching my every move. My cheek was red and sore from last night but I knew I just had to put ice on it. I quickly rinsed my mouth with water and turned the tap off. Even the water tasted rich.

I looked at the current time from the clock on the bedside table and gasped. 10:30 am flashed back at me. This was probably the most I've ever slept in. I was usually always working early shifts.

"Um, sir? I should probably leave now, I have a shift today. Thanks for the help last night but I'll be on my way," I rambled out quickly, making a move to grab my coat. Where is the damn thing?

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Anya."

I froze.

"What did you just say?" Now I was scared. Who is this guy? A crime fighter but also a stalker?

"No need to be afraid Anya Gopi. I've cleared out your schedule for today. I'm here to offer you a proposition." He said, with a slight smirk on his beautiful face, his green eyes twinkling mischievously.

"What kind of a proposition?" I said skeptically, I wasn't about to become a prostitute or something.

"I know that you live in a worn down area. I know that you are an orphan and are struggling to pay the bills. I know that men constantly try to grope you at that restaurant you work at," he said, basically telling me the story of my life. His expression hardened when he said that last part though.

I was waiting for him to tell me he knew I was pregnant but he never did, which probably means he's clueless. Thank god.

While I was relieved, I was also furious. How dare he go through my personal files and stalk me?

"Why are you telling me things I already know?" I said, barely restraining my anger. What is it with rich people bragging about their luxurious lives? 

"Theo."

Huh?

He saw the confused look on my face and said "My name is Theo, no more of that sir crap."

Theo. Won't even lie that's pretty hot.

I stayed silent.

"Anyways, as I was saying. I want you to work for me. I have my own company," he explained.

"Why would I do that?" I said, genuinely not understanding where he was going with this. He didn't even know me.

"You would make more money in a month, than you would with your other two jobs combined. Besides, I was looking for a new personal assistant anyways," he said, explaining his motives.

I knew I should reject the offer, but right now I needed the money. If there was any chance of finally moving out of that gross apartment I lived in, I would have to take this job. I would do it. For my baby.

I took and deep breath and stared at his beautiful eyes.

"When do I start?"

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Its 12:07 am here in Canada but I was in the mood for writing so.. oh well. I haven't even done my homework yet.

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