The Billionaire's Pregnant Assistant

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all brown door on the side. Sprinting toward it, I place my hand on the knob and slowly

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rtips barely graze the hard wood. Shit, what do I do? There's a small stool by the bathtu

ld air hits my face. When my skin adjusts to the chill, I open my eyes, peering outside. I facepalm as my gaze

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starts singing. It sound

ou, Livia!!" Not only are the words to Adele's "Someone Like You" completely differ

s she done to my grumpy b

rd the toilet. He's shirtless, and my eyes widen as they take in his sculptured chest connected to beautiful six

is hands work to unbuckle his belt. I feel the blood drain from my face as the clear realization of what he's about to do sin

eaches my ears. A small voice urges me to take a peek, and I have to fight hard to resist that temp

I finally hear the sound of water running from the shower, I make my escape, t

h, you're not Livia," he says, his gaze lost. "But you're beautiful. I've never seen

ve, sir. And y

h, I'm t-the c-cleaner," I stutter, taking advantage of his dr

head in confusion. "Cleaning now? I d

e hell is Livia, and how do I loo

ountry. But she cheated on me," he says, his voice filled with b

and into the living room. "I couldn't stay at her place, so I drove here immediat

t drive when you're drunk. How stupid c

raising a bottle of whiskey he somehow retrieved from the table. When did he d

t, but I can't handle even the smell of alcohol withou

ill swaying slightly as he moves toward me and

y knocks me out. But in a moment of weakness, I take a small sip, and then another, and a

and soon enough, we're both laughing, though I can't figure out what's

ch me, but we both tumble to the floor. I am lying on him, his pounding heart beating against

" I chuckle while he

ng at me with an expression that mixes mis

rs, pulling them down. Soon my shirt is gone, and I'm only in my u

ng down at me, his eyes roaming over m

?" I question, wig

the bathroom or bedroom. I can't see well, but I feel somet

es my mind. He crosses his leg over me, straddling me, and his expression shifts to something more

enjoy myself for one night. The first and last time, I