The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

The dirty clothes basket in the corner of my room had become a looming mountain of unwashed laundry, a testament to my recent lack of energy. It had been weeks since I’d tackled this chore, and it was high time to sort through the chaos of fabrics. My growing belly, a testament to the new life blossoming within me, had been sapping my energy, and I could no longer ignore the laundry’s persistent existence.

With a sense of determination, I began the arduous task. I sorted all the clothes into two piles, separating the light and dark colors. The soft hum of the washing machine filled the room as I loaded it with the first batch of laundry. It was a task that required my full attention, and I was relieved to see the clothes finally being dealt with.

As I closed the washing machine’s lid, I realized that I hadn’t been feeling well lately. The fatigue and occasional bouts of nausea were unwelcome companions on this pregnancy journey. I’d been told it was the hormones, but it didn’t make the discomfort any easier to bear. Nevertheless, there was a sense of joy beneath it all, knowing that these changes in my body were for a wonderful reason.

My body demanded nourishment, and I made my way to the kitchen, guided by the tantalizing scent of fresh fruit. I opened the refrigerator and retrieved a bunch of grapes, an apple, and some oranges that I had thoughtfully peeled the day before. I washed the grapes and sliced the apple, the crisp, juicy scent of it refreshing. I knew that taking care of myself was paramount, not just for my own health but for the well-being of the life growing inside me.

Settling at the kitchen table, I indulged in the refreshing and nutritious fruits. The cool, sweet flavors were a welcome contrast to the chaos of the laundry room. My phone lay on the table, and I decided to take a moment for myself, scrolling through social media as I ate. The images and stories from friends and acquaintances provided a brief escape, a window into the world beyond my own. It was a pleasant distraction that allowed me to relax, if only for a moment.

As I continued to scroll, I received a message from Bella, m. She was out and about, offering to pick up lunch for us. It was a small act of kindness that meant the world to me, considering how I’d been feeling lately. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and eagerly anticipated the meal she would bring.

While I waited for Bella’s return, my gaze wandered to the kitchen floor, which was in need of attention. It was a task that had been on my to-do list for a while, and now seemed as good a time as any to tackle it. I pushed myself up from the table, grateful for the temporary surge of energy.

I grabbed the mop and filled the bucket with soapy water. The rhythmic swishing of the mop across the floor brought a sense of satisfaction. It was a simple task, but it helped create a cleaner and more comfortable environment for both me and my baby. The scent of the cleaning solution filled the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of the fresh fruit.

As I diligently cleaned my way through the house, the scent of cleanliness and the faint echoes of my chores lingered in the air. The laundry was sorted, the kitchen floor mopped, and I was making my way through tidying up the living room when the door swung open, and Bella made her entrance.

“I brought us Chinese,” she announced with a warm smile. The delightful aroma of Chinese food filled the room, and my stomach couldn’t help but respond to the inviting scents.

“Mmh,” I mumbled appreciatively, setting down the cleaning supplies and making my way into the kitchen. Hunger had crept up on me, and the idea of delicious Chinese food was too enticing to resist. I grabbed two plates from the cabinet and began serving us generous portions of the savory dishes.

We settled down at the kitchen table, and with the first bite, the flavors exploded on my taste buds. It tasted even better than I remembered, especially since it had been a while since I’d indulged in Chinese cuisine. The combination of flavors and textures was a delightful treat.

Bella and I savored our meal, our conversation light and easy. After a few moments of enjoying our food, I couldn’t contain the exciting news any longer.

“So,” I began, wiping my mouth with a napkin, “Sebastian and I had a talk last night.” Bella looked at me curiously, her interest piqued. “We were discussing something important.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Bella leaned forward, her eyes fixed on me. “Yes?” she prompted.

“Well,” I continued with a grin, “we talked about who should be our child’s godmother.” Bella’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“And?” she asked eagerly.

My smile grew even wider as I delivered the news. “We both agreed that you should be the godmother,” I announced.

Bella’s eyes welled up with tears, and a joyful gasp escaped her lips. She launched herself at me, wrapping me in a tight, emotional hug. “Really?” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

I hugged her back, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the depth of her happiness. “Yes, really,” I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude for the friendship and support she had provided over the years.

“What an honor,” Bella said, her voice trembling with emotion. She wiped away a tear from her cheek. “I can’t believe it.”

I held her gaze, feeling the sincerity of my words. “You take such good care of me, Bella. I know you’ll take excellent care of our baby too.” I reassured her, my hand resting gently on my pregnant belly. The thought of having Bella as the godmother brought me immense comfort, knowing that my child would be surrounded by love and protection.

Bella’s eyes glistened with tears of joy. “I’ll protect your baby with my life,” she promised.

I smiled.

As Bella and I enjoyed our meal, the conversation flowed naturally, and my heart was brimming with excitement about the upcoming arrival of my baby and the prospect of Bella being the godmother. We laughed and shared stories, and the warmth of friendship filled the room.

But then, without warning, my smile faltered. It felt as if the ground had shifted beneath me. I suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of dizziness wash over me. The room seemed to spin, and my stomach churned with an unsettling queasiness. I instinctively gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, my knuckles turning white from the effort.

Bella’s voice, filled with concern, reached my ears as if from a distant place. “Mia, are you alright?” she asked, her words barely registering through the disorienting sensations that swirled around me.

My vision blurred, and the world spun faster, as if I were trapped on a relentless, never-ending rollercoaster ride. Panic gripped me as my head felt as if it were spinning in different directions all at once, and every breath became a struggle.

“Mia?” Bella’s voice, though faint, grew more urgent. I wanted to respond, to reassure her that I was fine, but the words seemed trapped in my throat.

The room continued to spiral, and my consciousness hung by a fragile thread. I fought to stay focused, to cling to reality, but the world around me dissolved into an incomprehensible whirl of colors and shapes.

And then, in a moment of overwhelming weakness, everything went blank. The sensation of the world spinning, the disorienting dizziness, and the room filled with concern all disappeared as I succumbed to unconsciousness.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as I drifted in a void, unaware of anything around me. It was as if I were suspended in a liminal space, neither here nor there. In that dark abyss, there was no sense of time or place, only a profound emptiness.