The Billionaire's Secret Baby.

“Don’t think. Just feel.”

His voice was low, raspy with need, sending a shudder through me as his lips stroked down my throat. I couldn’t think even if I tried. Not with his body crushing me into the soft blankets, his fingers tangling with mine over my head.

I gasped as his hips thrust into mine, every inch of him demanding, engulfing, overpowering.

“Alexander…” I uttered his name like a prayer and a curse at once.

“Say it again,” he muttered into my flesh. His fangs grazed my collarbone, making me arch with a frantic gasp.

“Alexander…”

He lifted his head, black hair flowing across his forehead, steel-grey eyes fastened on mine with a rawness that caught my breath. “You drive me crazy,” he rasped. “From the moment you walked into my office with those innocent eyes and that stubborn mouth… I’ve wanted to ruin you.”

“You already have,” I said before I could stop myself.

Something sparked in his sight. Pain? No, it went too soon, replaced by searing want as his lips slammed onto mine, swallowing my sob, shoving away everything except him; his taste, his perfume, his heat, his darkness.

His kiss was harsh. His touch was adoration.

His name escaped from my lips again and again as he thrust into me, deeper, harder, until the world disintegrated into heat and tears. My claws pressed into his back as waves of ecstasy tore me apart. He swore softly, burying his face in my neck as his body stiffened and trembled against mine.

For a minute, everything was silent. The only sound was our frantic breathing and the beating of my pulse.

His weight was heavy but comfortable as he sank alongside me, pressing me into his chest without a word. I placed my ear to his heartbeat, memorising the pattern like I knew I’d never hear it again.

We didn’t talk. There was nothing to say. He was my employer. I was the intern that stayed late to finish his presentation. One drink went into two. Two developed into this…into him eating me in a hotel suite I could never afford, amid sheets that smelled like expensive perfume and danger.

I wanted to remain.

God, I wanted it so badly my chest hurt.

But I knew better.

He moved, his arm wrapping over me briefly before he went for his phone on the nightstand. The illumination lit up his chiseled face, sharp and icy now that passion had vanished.

“Yeah?” he mumbled to whoever was on the other end. “Get the jet ready by seven. I aim to be in Tokyo by noon.”

My chest constricted cruelly. He was leaving. Of course he was.

“Yes, move the acquisition meeting to Thursday. And cancel the charity gala dinner. Love is weakness. I don’t have time for that nonsense.”

My breath froze in my lungs.

Love is weakness.

His statements were nonchalant, thoughtless, uttered with the chilly certainty of a man who constructed walls too high for anybody to scale. Walls I mistakenly imagined I could look over for a night.

Tears pierced my eyes. Quietly, I moved out from beneath his arm, ignoring the tightness between my thighs and the anguish in my chest. I grabbed my black dress from the floor, sliding it on with shaky fingers.

He didn’t even realize I was leaving.

His voice rumbled on as he chatted to his assistant, concluding million-dollar agreements while I grabbed my heels and slowly tiptoed to the door.

Love is weakness.

I halted near the door, gazing back at him once. The strong billionaire stretched across white sheets, hair disheveled, body golden in the early light coming through the big glass windows.

He looked like a fallen deity. Beautiful. Untouchable. Dangerous.

My heart twisted. I turned away fast before I changed my mind and did something dumb, like get back into bed just to feel his arms around me one final time.

I crept out of the suite and into the lonely corridor. The hotel was calm save for the murmur of early morning personnel putting up breakfast dishes. I went barefoot to the elevator, hugging my heels against my breast, my sobbing muted but endless.

I had given him everything. And to him, it was nothing.

Two Weeks Later I gazed at the white plastic stick in my palm, my heart hammering so hard I feared it would break through my ribs.

Two pink lines.

Pregnant.

I slumped to the cold lavatory floor, my back smacking the wall, the stick clattering from my quivering fingers.

“No… no, no, no…”

My tears poured freely now. I pushed both fists to my flat tummy, trying to breathe, trying to think, but terror grabbed me like iron chains.

How could I raise a child alone? How could I ever face him again if he found out?

“Love is weakness.”

His words resonated in my brain, cold and definite.

He would never want this baby. He would never desire me.

I closed my eyes, sobbing, rocking my entire body as reality slammed down around me.

I was alone.

Completely, absolutely alone.

And inside me… was his kid.

I pushed myself to stand, wiping my tears as a furious resolve burned through the darkness.

He would never know.

I would shield this infant from his world.

No matter what it cost me.

“Don’t move,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers tightening around my waist.

I gasped, feeling his chest crushed against my back as he trapped me against the window. The city lights glittered far below us, but all I saw was his reflection – dark hair disheveled from my fingers, steel-grey eyes searing into mine.

“I can’t,” I said, gasping. “Alexander”

“Don’t say my name like that,” he rasped, his lips touching my ear, sending thrills down my spine. “Like I’m your salvation.”

“Maybe you’re not,” I murmured, my voice wavering as his hands went down my hips, bunching my dress higher.

His lovely chuckle was harsh and shattered at once. “I’m nobody’s salvation, Anna.”

His mouth sought mine, greedy and demanding. I kissed him back with a desire I didn’t comprehend. He turned me to face him, hoisting me effortlessly onto the glass table behind me. Papers flew to the floor as his lips traveled down my throat.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered against my skin.

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to. Even while every part of me screamed this was irresponsible, bad, dangerous… it felt like the one moment I’d ever fully lived.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

His eyes clouded. With a grunt, he drew me closer, his mouth taking mine again, hard and deep. His hands twisted in my hair, his kiss painful, punishing, worshiping.

I groaned quietly against his lips, feeling fire coil down in my gut.

“God, Anna…” he muttered, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re going to ruin me.”

Maybe I already have.

But hours later, when daylight broke and his remarks about love being weak echoed cold and final over the room, I recognized the truth: I was the one devastated.

I grabbed the pregnancy test closer, the bathroom tile chilly beneath my knees.

He can never know.

My stomach twisted uncontrollably. I hurried to the bathroom just in time as nausea seized me, my tears dropping into the water.

Because if Alexander Knight found out I was carrying his child…

He would shatter my world forever.