Baby For The Impotent Billionaire

(Carolina's POV) On a Friday evening, after an unsuccessful job hunt, I returned home and met my mother, Lilian Edmond, at the front door. "Carolina, you are twenty-six years old, yet you have no work and no boyfriend. You cannot continue to live and eat in this house with us. Take your things and get out!" my mother shouted. "Mom," I said, standing before her as she blocked the doorway and refused to let me enter. "Carolina, you are not entering this house today. Go back and look for a job. If you do not find one, then do not come home again. If your father and I had known that sending you to university was a waste, we would not have spent our money. We could have saved it for your younger siblings. How do you expect us to continue feeding a grown woman like you? If you do not want to work, then remain outside!" My mother slammed the door in my face and went back inside. I stood outside, staring at the closed door. I had graduated with a degree in business management, but so far

(Carolina's POV) I arrived at The Blues Clubhouse. Many guests, passersby, and staff members of the big, luxurious club looked at me as if I had taken a wrong turn. "Hey! Where are you going?" A tough-looking security guard stopped me before I could enter the opulent club. "I am here to see my friend, Lucy Campbell," I said. The security guard eyed me suspiciously. "There is no one with that name here. Call her, or wait outside until you see her!" he barked, making me jump back in fright. However, I collided with someone behind me. A deep magnetic voice said, "Hey! Easy, miss! Watch your step!" The man caught me before I could fall after stepping on his feet and losing my balance. His firm arms encircled my waist. For a moment, time seemed to stop as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked, steadying me back on my feet. I was breathless for a moment. I had never seen a man so handsome before. He looked like a model from the front page of a magazine. "Yes

(Carolina's POV) "Sir, I need to get my bag and change out of this red dress," I replied sadly. However, Mr. Karen summoned two security guards to throw me out. "Hey, do not touch me!" I screamed as the two guards walked up to me. They took hold of my arms and carried me out of the club. "Put me down!" I shouted, but the guards acted as if they were deaf and dropped me outside the club. "Leave here! You are not welcome," they said before striding back inside. Stunned, I feared I might have brought bad luck to my best friend, Lucy, but she was not fired. Standing up, I dusted off my arms and legs. I decided to wait for Lucy to finish work so I could get my handbag, as it contained my phone and my clothes. I could not go home wearing this revealing red dress. *What would I explain to my mother?* I paced in front of the club, waiting for Lucy. "Hey! What are you still doing here? Leave!" the security guard at the entrance yelled at me. I replied bluntly, "I need my bag. I am not

(Carolina's POV) "Please, sir, I want you. Please. Just do what you want with me," I begged desperately. How could I lose this four million tonight? Bright looked at me and replied, "If it is because of the money, I can give it to you freely. You do not have to sleep with me." He refused, but I moved away and pulled my dress off. "I want you. Please…" Bright frowned as his eyes traveled over my body. I knew I faced constant rejection at job interviews because of my body. They said I was too beautiful to work for them and would cause too much distraction or scandal in their firm. "Hmm," Bright hummed and closed the distance between us. His hand reached for my chin, tilting my face toward his. "I do not sleep with virgins. Honestly, I am only doing this because my fiancée left me," he said painfully, his brown eyes glowing red with anger at the memory. "I can help you forget about her. Trust me, I want to please you," I told him, not knowing what was driving me so desperately to ple

(Bright's POV) I left the guest room where the beautiful blonde woman was staying. I still could not believe I had slept with a stranger and, moreover, had not used any protection. *I am so stupid. How could I sleep with that woman just because of what Nini Andre did to me?* I paced about my room after returning to the top floor. My phone rang constantly. I reached for it and saw a call from my stepmother. It was after 11 p.m., and she was calling. "Hello, Mother," I answered, entering my bedroom. I paced about, rubbing a hand over my forehead. "Bright, I am calling to remind you that you must come home tomorrow. Otherwise, your father and I will come to your house. The choice is yours," my stepmother, Eden, said. I scowled. "Fine. I will be there. Anything else?" "No. Only that," she replied calmly. "Fine. Goodnight," I said, ending the call. I noticed three missed calls from Gabriel. Sighing, I called him back, wondering if he was still awake. I walked to stand by the balco