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CHAPTER 3 

                  Ximena's POV 

My whole body felt like I had gotten into a fight with angry lions, I winced as I tried to sit up.

I ached everywhere, I tried pulling the duvet over my body but something was holding it back, another pull but it still felt like the hold on it was getting stronger.

I turned on the lamp to look at what was holding it, I almost jumped out of the bed when I saw a man laying beside me.

With my heart racing, I raised the duvet and my else met my unclad beneath.

I closed my mouth in panic to hold myself from screaming. 

What have I done?

I scampered around the room picking my clothes and hurriedly wore them, making sure not to wake the stranger, I needed to go before he wakes up.

After wearing my clothes, with my shoes in my hand and my bag on the other, I tiptoed to the door making sure I didn't make any sound.

"Running."

The bastard was awake.

"Shit." I cursed under my breathe.

I turned to look at him and he was already sitting upright with his two hands behind his head.

"I'm already used to men leaving first after a one night stand, but seeing a woman doing it now? I must confess it's new."

"I wasn't running." I denied, dropping my bag and shoes on the floor.

"I saw running tiptoeing like you stole something, you're an adult, when you make a decision, stand by it and stop being running like a criminal."

"And who are you to lecture me." I asked.

It was a chance to look at him properly, I had not seen his face well that night but looking at him right now, he could pass as an angel.

"Maybe if you come back to bed, you'll get a chance to know me and I might as well do same."

I didn't want to know him, this was a mistake, my impulsive decisions had yet again landed me in an uncomfortable situation, I needed to run out of her, as fast as my legs could carry.

"I don't want to, thank you for last night , I had fun but right now, I think it's time to say the grace and go our seperate ways."

I turned around and walked to the door.

"Get back here."

I stood there unable to move.

It wasn't the word, it was the way he said, there was just something about the way he said it that made me want to run to the bed and listen to him. It was the same way he asked me to take off my clothes last night and had me almost shredding my favourite shirt.

I turned back and moved to my side of the bed.

"I am Jason and you're?" He asked looking at me, his stares were cold.

"Ximena Branson." I whispered, but loud enough for him to here.

There was something about his stares that made me want to hide under the earth but at the same time, I wanted to be it for a long time.

"I'm going to be brief with what I'm about to say and I want you to listen well, you're carrying my child and I don't want you leaving here. You'll be under my watch for a while." 

He was serious, he didn't laugh, it didn't look like a joke.

I had spent the night with a mad man.

"I know what I'm saying might sound weird to you and I understand, I won't take that from you. Whatever we had last night will definitely result to a child and I want you to keep it, you're carrying my heir."

I didn't know when I started laughing "your heir?" I asked amidst laughter.

He wasn't laughing with me and I didn't care, I watched as he put his hands inside the little bedside drawer, he picked his wallet and threw a card at me.

I stared at him for a while, wondering what he was up to before reluctantly picking up the card.

He was the CEO of White Horse? The leading breweries company in Mexico all over the world? The Stallion of Mexico?

My eyes moved from the card to him, I had not spent the night with a mad man like I was forced to think, it turned out to be the new owner of a generational wealth, one who could destroy me with just his fingertip.

I threw the cards back at him.

"That's enough for today, I'll be on my way out now, I don't know what you're insinuating but I'm not pregnant."

"You're not yet but you'll soon be and I want you to be willing to carry my child. I'll make your life easy, I'll give you the protection you want, you and that baby will be in luxury for the rest of your lives. I'm sure you know what I mean by luxury."

Was I hearing right? The CEO of White Horse, a multi billionaire wanted me to carry his his? What in the name of Billionaire Romance novel was happening here?

But then again, if it was what I think it was, this would be a major tool for my comeback. I will not only be a model but I'll be affiliated with the White Group, all my needs and wants would be attended to.

"Why are you so sure that I'll be pregnant?" 

"What happened last night is enough to prove that my hunch is right."

It was funny but I needed to play along, everything about it was both funny and scary.

"What do I stand to gain?"

"Power, luxury and anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"How am I sure you wouldn't go back on your words?" I asked looking at him, his eyes calling me to stand on the other side of the table with him.

Here I was threading a path with someone who could destroy my career even before he started but I still wanted him, I still wanted to feel his fingers be

tween my legs, his presence from frightening but yet, it beckoned on me and gave me warmth.

"Marry Me.”