All Chapters of One night stand with the Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anora’s POV “What the hell is—” The words died halfway in my throat the moment I turned and met his eyes. God. He looked like someone carved him out of marble and then decided to give him a heartbeat just to torture the rest of us. Honey brown eyes which were bright, sharp, and way too piercing, held mine like they had every right to. His lips curved in the faintest smile, perfectly shaped, dangerous in the way they almost begged for attention. Even his hair, dark brown and swept neatly back, looked like it belonged in an expensive magazine spread. And he wasn’t even dressed up. Just a pale blue shirt, sleeves casually rolled, and dark jeans. Simple, yet on him, it looked like royalty had decided to slum it for the night. “You’ve had enough, miss.” His voice was low and smooth, confident without even trying. He reached over and slid the beer from my hand, setting it back on the table like it was the easiest thing in the world. I should’ve snapped at him. I should’ve said

Anora’s POV The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as I opened my eyes slowly. I stretched with a lazy yawn and sat up, blinking against the brightness. My gaze instinctively shifted to the other side of the bed. It was empty. Sebastian was gone. In his place sat a neat stack of cash. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I shook my head. What the heck did he take me for? Some random hookup he could just pay off after a night together? Heat burned in my chest, not just anger at him, but at myself. I had let him into my body. I had let him touch me, kiss me, make me forget who I was for one reckless night. And now, here I was, with nothing but wrinkled clothes and a pile of money I didn’t ask for. Fighting the lump in my throat, I stood and slowly began gathering my things. I just wanted out. This place suddenly felt wrong, like I didn’t belong here, like I had barged into a world that was never meant for me. I slipped into my clothes without botherin

Anora's POV I woke to the gentle tapping of a tiny hand on my shoulder. “Mommy, wake up.” My eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. A yawn slipped out of me, long and unladylike. Morning light leaked through the curtains, painting the wooden floor in a pale glow, spilling over Sara’s toys scattered across the room like forgotten treasures. Beside me sat Sara, my little sunshine. A wide smile stretched across her face, her big hazel eyes sparkling as if even they were smiling too. She clutched her bunny tight against her chest with one arm, while the other stayed on my shoulder, as if to keep me anchored to her. I smiled back, my voice still soft with sleep. “How was your night, sweetie?” “It was fine. And yours?” she replied carefully, just the way I’d taught her. “Beautiful,” I said proudly, brushing a curl from her forehead. “Just like you are.” “Mommy…” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze searching mine like something heavy weighed on her. “Can I ask you a question?”

Anora's POV My jaw tightened, fists curling at my sides. This can’t be real, I told myself. But it was. He was real. Just a few steps away, standing there like he was pleased to see me with a smirk on his face as if he’d just won some prize.“Mommy!” Sara’s voice rang out, bright and innocent. She waved at me, her smile wide. Then she shouted, just to make sure I heard every word: “I met Daddy again today!”The word Daddy punched the air out of me. My anger flared, hot and sharp. So she hadn’t been making things up last night. It was him. He was the man she’d been talking about.I sucked in a deep breath, forcing it down. I couldn’t let it spill out here, not in front of Sara. My eyes stayed locked on him as I stepped closer, each stride slow and deliberate.“Hello, Bruce.” I forced a smile, sweet on the surface, bitter underneath. “It’s been a while.”“Of course.” His voice was smooth, his smirk never leaving. God, I wanted to wipe it right off his face.My smile strained at the edg

Time seemed to stall as we stood facing each other, silence stretching so thick I could hear the uneven drag of my own breath.His honey-brown eyes locked on mine, sharp and unrelenting, as if he could peel back every layer and glimpse the parts of me I tried to hide. His hair framed his face in a silken fall, the kind of effortlessly careless fringe that slipped across his forehead only to tumble forward again no matter how many times you’d push it back. It carried that quiet, seductive pull that was irresistible.He looked different. More striking with sharper edges and more polish. Time had carved him into someone even harder to resist, the kind of man you could mistake for a Greek god if you didn’t know the mortal beneath the perfection.So this was how fate brought us back together? Cruel, twisted fate, with its sly sense of humor."How come I didn’t know you worked here?" His voice was calm and light, but a flicker betrayed him. The faint crease in his brow and the way his eyes