Pregnant Isabella?

The sunbeam peeked through the window, casting a warm glow on her face. She shifted on the bed before her eyes fluttered open.

The room where she awoke felt unfamiliar, unlike Mr. Rodriguez's. The bed was softer than her own, and the scent in the air wasn't her husband's.

"Shit," she recalled what happened last night. How she followed the stranger to this room.

Isabella sprang from bed and sat up. There was no one on the bed. At first, she thought it was all a dream, but her dress was lying on the couch. It was true that she spent the night with the masked man.

"What have I done?" Isabella Rodriguez placed a palm on her forehead as she came down from the bed. Her head hurt from the alcohol she took last night.

What happened in the club was a bit fresh in her memory, but the bedroom…she could only remember the kissing and how he took off her dress or did she take it off?

The way he nipped at her neck made Isabella run her fingers over it to make sure he hadn't bitten her.

 Maybe vampires exist. She went to the mirror to check. No marks were there, except for the kisses he showered on her. Obviously, she could feel them.

The stranger was not in bed when she woke. Isabella also checked the bathroom to be sure, but she couldn't find him. It seemed he vanished after last night.

Her heart skipped when she recalled the stories she heard from women at the factory where she worked. The one-night stand and how they never knew who the father of their children was.

She was sure of not getting pregnant because her husband once told her she was barren and the reason why they couldn't have children.

However, Isabella wanted to know the man she spent the night with.

A knock came on the door. She urged the person to come in. It opened and Manuela walked into the room.

"Hello dear," Manuela greeted her friend. She looked around the room and found out that the stranger was not in. "I'm sorry, I drank too much as well. I looked around for you, but they told me you were with the boss. I managed to get to the door and you guys refused to open up. I almost call the police this morning."

"It's not your fault, dear" Isabella told her. The stranger swept her off her feet last night. She was ashamed of sleeping with a man immediately after her divorce. "Do you know where he went to?"

"No, but some of the guests are in the lounge. If you dress up, we can go and check if he is there," Manuela sat on the bed. The room was different from the one she slept in. Only a wealthy man could afford such a luxury room in the most expensive hotel in the city.

"I don't remember his face, Manuela," Isabella picked up her dress. She just discovered that she did not see his face. The mask never left his face. He was all of her last night with a mask…did he play her?

"Try to…those green eyes will have a beautiful face, trust me," Manuela took out her phone from the bag. She normally takes pictures of events she goes to and the people around her. Maybe his friend might recall his face.

When she noticed the sad expression on her friend's face, it dawned on her that none of them ever saw the guy's face. "Wait, we don't know what he looked like? No, he was wearing a suit. We will ask around. The bartender or receptionist should know who he is."

Isabella held the tears in her eyes. She wanted to remain calm until the situation was resolved.

After dressing up, the friends went out together. The receptionist insisted that it was a lady who had booked the room, and she could not give her personal information.

As for the bartender, he had no idea who it was. He was giving the masked guy special treatment because he tipped him better than anyone last night.

Isabella went back to the room to look for a clue, but there was none. It was obvious that the guy played with her head and left.

She found a Rolex watch in the drawer, and she took it with the hope that he would come back for it.

The receptionist was told to inform him if he came around.

"He will come looking for you because this is one of the most expensive Rolex watches," Manuela assured her.

Weeks passed by and no news came. No one knew who the guy was, and it seemed he disappeared on the face of the earth. Isabella contacted the people who catered for the anniversary party, but they told her that it was the governor's wife that paid for everything. They did not know the couple, neither did they recognize any green-eyed guy with a mask.

It was strange. However, she did not blame them because almost all the guests at the party were wearing masks.

**

A month later…

Isabella looked at the pregnancy kits once more. This was the last time she was going to take a test.

She took seven tests earlier today and they were all positive.

"Stop this and let's go for a check-up at the hospital," Manuela advised. "Only then, we will find out how many weeks and who is the father of the child."

"You should stop being sweet. Scold me for being irresponsible and ending up with a bad guy again," Isabella cried. She knew who the father of her child was. Mr. Rodriguez had not touched her for two months before their divorce. The child belonged to the stranger…a man. She had no idea who he was…or what he looked like?

"We should go to the hospital and if we find out that it's the masked guy's baby, we will live in the city immediately," Manuela told her. Mr. Rodriguez did not want to sign the divorce papers at first. The jerk wanted to keep two women at his side. "With our money, we can raise this child together. I don't want you crying for months over spilled milk."

Isabella knew her mother was their last chance. She was best when it came to taking care of f*ucked up situations. "Fine, we will live in Santa Marta."