All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY CEO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aurelia’s chest heaved as she stepped back, trying to put space between them, but the heat of him still lingered, crawling along her skin like a stubborn shadow. She wanted him. God, she wanted him. Every nerve in her body was screaming for it. Every pulse, every shiver, every instinct begged her to melt back into him.But her brain… her brain was screaming louder.She wasn’t scared of Noah. Not really. She had no fear of him as a man—he was no stranger, no predator. It wasn’t that. It was the logic buried beneath the want.Even if her body begged for it, her mind knew this wasn’t right.She thought about the night with the blonde. The drugs, the confusion, the haze that made her forget her own boundaries. That was one thing—she hadn’t known, hadn’t been fully herself. This… this was different. She was awake, aware, and every thought screamed caution.She wasn’t the kind of woman who did one-night stands. She hadn’t ever been. And this—whatever it was with Noah—it was building into so

Noah’s POVThe previous night,The switch in her caught me off guard.One second she was right there with me, open, warm, completely present. The next, it was like something slammed shut behind her eyes. I saw it the moment she stepped back. Not anger. Not disgust. Fear. Or maybe doubt. And that scared the hell out of me more than anything else could have.She turned toward the door, and my body reacted before my head could catch up. I wanted to move. I wanted to cross the room in two strides, plant my hand on the door, box her in, make her look at me. Really look at me.I wanted to tell her to look me in the eyes and say she didn’t feel what I felt.To tell me this was nothing.That it didn’t mean anything to her.Because once she walked out that door, I knew it. Whatever this was, whatever almost happened, it wouldn’t exist again in the same way. There would be no rewinding it. No pretending we didn’t cross a line we both saw coming.But then the other thought hit me. Hard.What if I

For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. The room felt too quiet, like all the sound had been sucked out of it. I stared at her, my brain refusing to cooperate. “What baby?” I repeated, slower this time, like saying it differently might change the meaning. The doctor didn’t look surprised. If anything, she looked careful. She folded her hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly. “You’re pregnant,” she said gently. The word hit me wrong. Not sharp. Not explosive. Just heavy. Like it landed somewhere deep in my chest and refused to move. “That’s not possible,” I said immediately. Too fast. Too certain. She nodded, like she’d expected that response. “We haven’t done an ultrasound yet,” she explained calmly. “But your blood work is very clear. Your hormone levels are consistent with early pregnancy. Combined with your fainting, the nausea noted that night, the fatigue, and the stress your body’s been under—it lines up.” I felt dizzy again. Early pregnancy. I shook

It became painfully clear how much my body had wanted him. And yet, the universe clearly hadn’t agreed Zane was waiting in the hospital parking lot when she stepped outside. She spotted the car right away. When he saw her, he straightened a little behind the wheel. Aurelia didn’t say anything. She simply gave him a small nod through the window. That was enough. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. The ride was quiet. Zane never asked questions, and today Aurelia was thankful for that. Her mind was already loud enough. Pregnant. The word kept repeating in her head. By the time they reached her building, her thoughts were all over the place. What was she going to tell Noah about the test results? How was he going to look at her when he found out? Would he be angry? Disappointed? Or worse… cold. She stepped out of the car. “Thank you, Zane,” she said. He nodded once and drove off. Aurelia stood there for a moment before heading inside. The quiet of her apa

I shook the thoughts hovering around my head like a cloud, as if trying to scatter them long enough to focus on reality.I needed to be fair with myself.This might not go as planned.For starters, there was no guarantee the security guard would even believe a word of the story I had just crafted in my head. The man looked like someone who had spent years listening to excuses, lies, and desperate explanations from strangers who thought they could outsmart hotel rules. My fake tears and dramatic story might not move him at all. He might simply stare at me the way he had earlier and tell me, calmly and firmly, to leave.And if he didn’t believe me, things could get worse.He could call the police.The thought alone made my stomach tighten. If that happened, I would have to explain why I was lying about a stolen family ring that didn’t exist. One wrong question, one detail I hadn’t thought through, and the entire act would fall apart right in front of them.Then there was the hotel itsel