BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE

Rosa heaved a sigh of relief as the groaning man rolled off her body. His sweat dropped directly into her eyes as he struggled off her, making her squint enough to see a quirky perverted but satisfied smile plastered on his lips.She watched him wink at her, clicking his tongue as he adjusted his draws which he had pulled just below his knee, throwing his trousers on, and he was gone before she could say jack.She did not even know his name, he was yet again one of her many nightly picks, safe to say he was one of the worsts she had picked yet. Reaching for her pack of cigarettes beside the pillow, Rosa tossed a stick in between her lips, holding the duvet close to her chest to shield her naked body as she searched for her lighter on the nightstand.A satisfied sigh left her lips this time as she drew in the smoke and puffed, lulling her head back to rest on the headboard.When would it end, was all she could think about, how would she stop, why was it always the same thing, why was

Rosa giggled like a tipsy teenager, it was the most fun she had had in a long time, and with a man too. They'd gotten to know each other over cocktails and sweaty bodies on the dance floor.And now as they sat sipping wine in his living room, his shirt three buttons down and his arms flexing seductively under his sleeves as he sipped from his glass, Rosa could not help but feel even more attracted to him.Unlike other men she had met in the past, he was not eager to be with her, sexually that is. His eyes did not look at her with lust, they gazed upon her like one would at their favorite thing. He seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, and it made her have mixed feelings.Was he that interested in the conversation and her company, or was he just not attracted to her enough to want to sleep with her? Or perhaps all he needed was a prompt, a little push in the direction.Their eyes met and Rosa knew it was the perfect moment, casting him her most sultry look, Rosa watched as he melted

Rosa stared at her reflection on the door in front of her, instinctively brushing her fingers through her hair when she noticed its slightly messy state.She had been sitting there for the past few minutes waiting for her turn, but it seemed like a lifetime already. Glancing at her wristwatch, she wondered why Storm was not here yet, she had said she was on her way. There was no way she was going to do this alone.Hugging herself slightly and rubbing off the goosebumps on her naked arms, Rosa prayed herself to sit still, even though She knew she could not help the anxiety that racked through her body.Regretting why she had opted for the sleeveless shirt instead of a sweatshirt. But she could not blame herself still, the anxiety had eaten her up whole right from home, right from the day she had marked Tuesday on the calendar on her desk with a dark green Sharpie. Tapping her feet slowly on the floor, she fidgeted nervously, a bad habit but one that helped her through her now freque

The next day moved by like a breeze, with Rosa finally able to accept and adjust to all the new feelings.Work was less hectic and Storm had dropped by at lunch to say hi and get her usual, but not without flirting with Ben, Rosa's co-worker.Rosa filled her in on what she had planned, which was simply to get her story straight, wait until she was a few months into the pregnancy with a sizable bump, and then go to Damon.“No that's crazy, what happened to telling him now?” Storm asked. “What difference does it make?” “Because then, with a bump it would feel and seem more real,” Rosa explained. “Right now I would just look like a desperate one-night stand who wants any excuse to jump at her rich, hot one-time sex partner.” “Well, I think now is the best time. Because what if he denies it? What if he decides not to take responsibility? Then what?" Rosa knew Storm was being reasonable and looking out for her well-being but what Storm did not know was that she had her agenda, she had

Damon recognized Rosa the moment he saw her, she was still as beautiful as ever. Though she had bags under her eyes like she had not slept for days, she still exuded the same sexiness as she had that night.“Stop.” It was all he said to the driver, who seemed confused and waited for the car to come to a stop before he stepped out. “Rosalina?” It came out more as a question, she looked tired now that he was closer and could see her in. “What are you doing here?”“I needed to see you urgently, it's important,” Rosa said, for some weird reason, she could not hold his gaze.“Are you alright?” Damon asked concerned.“I don't know how else to say this, Damon, but I'm pregnant,” Rosa said the pause that followed was loud, too loud. A look of confusion crossed his face but was soon replaced by shock and then confused again.“Okay, uhm...pregnancy is quite normal Rosa, what do you need? Some help? Money? Who's the father? Have you talked to him about it?” He asked in one breath.Silence fell