Runaway Carry The Baby CEO Billionaire

JESSICA'S POV.

I woke up with a heavy head, like I had been hit by a storm last night. The unfamiliar ceiling of the hotel room greeted me. Morning light slipped through the curtains, casting thin shadows on the walls.

I squirmed, trying to piece together the fragments of memory from the night before. My head was so dizzy!

The party.

Cocktails.

Laughter.

And... someone. The gigolo I ordered.

However, my body suddenly froze as my eyes caught another figure beside me. A man, lying quietly under a white blanket.

It's not him. His hair was too tangled, his face too unfamiliar, and... what was that? A faint scar on his temple?

The gigolo I met yesterday didn't have that.

"What happened?" I muttered under my breath as I looked at the man beside me.

My heart was racing, as if it wanted to jump out of my chest. I shifted my body slowly, afraid of waking him up. But fear mixed with panic started to creep in.

Who is he? And more importantly, how did he get here?

I tried to remember. Was I drunk? Did I bring the wrong person?

No, that's impossible. I was very careful. But the memory of last night felt like a thick fog that was impossible to penetrate.

All I can be sure of is that I never booked this man.

The man stirred slightly, muttering softly in his sleep. My breath caught. The blanket on his chest sagged slightly, revealing a small tattoo on his shoulder, something that looked like letters or symbols.

I swallowed, debating whether to wake him up or run away as fast as I could.

Panic set in when my cell phone, which was lying on the bedside table, suddenly rang loudly. The man opened his eyes slowly, looking at me with a confused look.

"Who are you?" his voice was hoarse, more from just waking up than anger. But to me, it was like a bomb had just exploded in this room.

"I should have asked!" I replied, voice trembling. "Who are you? And why are you here?"

He frowned, rubbing his face. "Wait... I don't know. What room is this?"

I stared at her, my mouth open silently. What room number? I even forgot to check that last night.

Is it possible... I entered the wrong room? But how could that be? And why did he seem just as confused as me?

The atmosphere grew tense as he sat up straight and started looking at me more seriously.

"You... did we meet last night?" he asked, his tone trying to be friendly.

I shook my head. "I don't remember anything after eleven. You?"

He paused for a moment, then sighed. "So, we both don't know what happened?"

I could only stare at him, trying to calm my rapidly spinning mind. That night clearly held secrets I wasn't ready to discover.

"Oh my!" I let out a frustrated sigh while combing my hair. I was getting very annoyed.

I looked back at the man beside me who was scratching his messy hair, looking completely unperturbed by this strange situation. He even managed a small yawn before looking at me.

As for me? It felt like there was a rumble in my head, my hands and feet suddenly felt like cotton.

"So," he said, leaning against the headboard, "do we want to talk about this, or do you want to keep sitting there looking like you've seen a ghost?"

I stared at him, trying to get a grip on myself. "Who are you, and why are you here?" I asked, my voice higher than I wanted it to be.

He raised an eyebrow, then smiled a little. I don't know why he keep acting like nothing happened.

"I want to know too. But from the way you're panicking, I'm guessing this wasn't your plan, huh?"

I shook my head quickly. "Of course not! I-I don't even know why you're here! I... I wouldn't have brought you to this room," I argued quickly.

He nodded slowly, seemingly in thought. "Okay, so you don't remember anything. Same here. But, I think we can settle this with a cool head."

"Cooler heads?" I almost squealed. "I wake up, and there's a stranger in my bed! You know that's not normal, right?!"

She chuckled, as if I'd just told a funny joke.

"Yeah, but it's not the end of the world either, right? We're still dressed. Nothing looks suspicious. So, maybe it's just a mistake... logistics?"

I frowned. "Logistical error? Seriously, that's the best explanation you have?"

He shrugged, still with a casual smile. Who the hell is this guy?! He's so annoying!

"Yeah, I don't know what else to call it. I didn't book this room either. So if we think about it, there might be a third party involved."

"It's not a conspiracy theory!" I snapped. "You don't know who I am, I don't know who you are, but we woke up in the same bed! You don't find that... strange?"

He looked at me for a few seconds, then said, "Strange, yes. But I'm more interested in how you responded."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him in astonishment. I felt increasingly uncomfortable during the conversation with her. But I still waited for what she wanted to talk about.

Oh, gosh! This mean is freaking weird!

"You're freaking out, when, honestly, I don't think anything bad happened."

"Because you're a guy! Of course you can relax!" I realized my tone was rising, and hurriedly shut my mouth.

She laughed again, this time more freely. "Okay, fair point. But seriously, if you feel uncomfortable, I can leave now."

I paused, considering his offer.

"Wait," I said finally. "We need to find out what's really going on before you leave."

"Ah, investigation," he said in a teasing tone. "I like the way you think."

I sighed, half frustrated, half confused as to why he could remain calm in such an absurd situation. But what could I do? I needed answers, and unfortunately, this stranger was the only clue I had.

"What are you going to think? Are you going to think... we were just 'playing' and..." The man stopped talking, smirked, and I realized he had deliberately quoted the word 'play'.

"Just stop this conversation! I don't need to talk to you about anything!"

I decided to stop talking. The more I argued, the more I felt like I was losing control. Besides, this guy seemed too relaxed to be affected by my panic.

Without another word, I got up from the bed, rushing to the small table in the corner of the room to get my bag.

My hands shook as I opened my wallet, but I managed to pull out a few bills. I turned around, looking at the man who was still sitting on the bed with a relaxed, almost bored expression.

"I don't know how this happened," I said, my voice flat. "But I don't want to drag it out. This is for-"

I bit my lip, trying to choose the right words. "For whatever happened last night."

He looked up, saw the money in my hand, then chuckled.

"You seriously want to pay me?" He asked.

From his look, he seemed to be deliberately underestimating me.

I frowned. "I just want to get this over with. Just take it, and let's call it done."

He shook his head slowly, still with the same smile. "Sorry, but I'm not the kind of guy who can be paid like that."

I sighed loudly, feeling my blood start to boil again.

"I'm not saying you're... that kind! I just felt this was a fair way to close-"

"Our hot night?" he cut in, leaning his back against the headboard. His eyes narrowed mischievously, and his smile turned into a smirk.

I was stunned, feeling my face heat up. "We didn't do anything!" I retorted quickly, my voice almost shrill.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Oh? You're so sure? Because I have a vague memory of someone grabbing me by the shirt and muttering something... quite interesting."

I felt my heart stop beating for a moment. "That's not true!" I argued, even though I wasn't at all sure of my own memories.

He shrugged, as if he didn't really care. "Maybe. But you seemed pretty excited, so I guess we really did share a special moment."

I stepped forward, handing over the money firmly. "I don't want to hear any more of your jokes. Take this, and let me go."

She just stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed dramatically.

"You're really insistent, aren't you?" She shifted the blanket, stood up, and approached.

I backed away a little, but she just took the money from my hand. "Okay, I'll take this, but not because I need to. Let's just say I'm helping you feel better."

I glared at him, but he just smiled casually, like he had just won in a game that only he understood.

"Have a nice day, Miss."

With confident strides, he turned towards the bathroom, leaving me still standing rooted to the spot, unsure whether to be angry, relieved, or embarrassed.