Pregnant Assistant To The Billionaire Ceo Romane & Geschichten

Liam's POV: "What?" My mom and I yelled simultaneously. I stared at the unknown lady, my face immediately twists in disgust "Yes, you heard me right" the unknown lady replied, hands akimbo. This isn't my first time seeing ladies pinning a pregnancy on a guy just because of money. Sadly, I'm one of those guys because I'm considered to be the most wealthiest man in the whole of New York. And this situation has occurred more than once this month.

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

Craig's Pov “Mr Gustavo is here to see you, sir.” My personal assistant Amelia says as she knocks lightly on my door. “Show him in” I don't look up to say it and go back to the media house report I have been perusing since I came into the office. The numbers are abysmal. The sales statistics over the past two months have dropped to an alarming low and I can't have that. “Good morning sir, you sent for me."

The penthouse was silent; it always was. Milo's tablet sat glowing on the counter, flooding him with a cascade of unread messages, documents, and investor updates. Most were things he could skim with his eyes half-closed. His assistant had already sorted the urgent ones and left the ignored ones. He scrolled, bored, as if he were checking for particular mail. Then a new notification slid across the top of the screen. He smiled; it was the one he was expecting. The mail came in anonymously, with no subject and no IP.

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

Panic seeps into her voice, but I'm still mute. It's not like I don't want to say something, I'm just so overwhelmed I don't know where to start from. I close my eyes, squeezing the phone in my hand, as I struggle to pull myself back to reality. I'm pregnant. This is real. It's not a farce. That's my best friend's voice on the other end. I should probably tell her she's going to be an aunt. Where will the baby even stay? Definitely not in the room I share with Kate?

I greeted softly and her eyes met mine as she looked up and gave me a warm smile. “Hello miss…” she trailed off. “Alessia,” I said and she nodded. “Miss Alessia, welcome please take a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked with a polite smile. “No, but I want to know if there’s any free sperm donor. I want to have a child and time is not really on my side.” My voice was tinged with sadness towards the end and even if the nurse noticed it she didn’t react.

He wanted me to be his personal assistant. He leans forward, his eyes intense. “Maya, think about it. You could have so much more than what you have now. You could have security, stability, and a chance to really succeed. You wouldn’t need to worry about rent or bills. And I believe in you. I think you have what it takes to be a great personal assistant.

said Mbok Asih. "Okay, I'll take a shower and go to work," said Monica. "It's already eleven o'clock in the afternoon, non," said Mbok Asih. "I'm the owner of the company, it's okay to go to the office anytime," Monica replied. "Okay, I'll prepare your vitamins and necessities," said Mbok Asih. Monica had prepared and eaten before leaving for the company. All her needs were prepared by mbok asih. Arriving at the company Monica was greeted by Santi's assistant. Monica even though she is pregnant does not make her spoiled. She continues to work and earn money for her needs.

"You're early enough that it wouldn't need to become a situation at all." Her face went white, then red, the shift so fast it was almost violent. "I am not getting rid of this baby." "Think about it rationally—" "I am thinking rationally!" Her voice shook, but she didn't back down. "You don't get to decide that for me." "You understand how this looks, don't you? A woman corners the CEO in his office, hysterical, pregnant, refusing every reasonable option on the table. It's not exactly difficult to imagine what people will assume you were hunting for."