The Unaware Heir: She Has A Baby For The Billionaire

The Unaware Heir: She Has A Baby For The Billionaire

She Penz

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"Be careful, miss," He said to me. He made sure to increase the tone of his voice since the blaring music in the hall blurred out our voices. "I am good, I am good," I said, trying to maintain my stance, as I depended on his support. Victoria Walls, a reserved young lady had her life spiral out of control when she got pregnant. Her boyfriend, unaware of her pregnancy, ended their relationship in the worst way. With this, she vowed to protect her son from the world. Her son's needs coupled with the worsening health of her mom drove her into signing a contract marriage with Samson Young, the city's most eligible billionaire. As Samson began to find himself drawn to her reserved strength, he wanted to show that he was willing to give her the world. But suddenly things started to take a darker turn, what would Victoria do when she finds out that all her life from childhood has been a lie? What if she and her son had just been Puppets in someone's game? Who was the controller?

Chapter 1 One

VICTORIA'S POV

"Hi," I said, as I approached the man I already gave the honour of being the hottest man in this masquerade party.

"Hello lady," He replied, swiftly moving to catch me as I almost fell forward.

I already had too much to drink or should I say three glasses of wine. The effect of the wine had my head going in circles.

"Be careful, miss," He said to me. He made sure to increase the tone of his voice, since the blaring music in the hall blurred our voices.

"I am good, I am good," I said, trying to maintain my stance, as I depended on his support.

What was more captivating was his strong physique. My left hand was still on his chest, my right hand on his biceps and his hands on my waist.

I don't know for what reason but his touch sent little tickles running through my body.

He too seemed to be a bit intoxicated but had an interesting way of controlling himself.

Surprisingly, his eyes scanned me with flirtatious glances, but the mask hid the remaining part of his face. As my body got lost in his gaze, there were little flutters in my belly, like butterflies flying excitedly.

Yes, my underwear had become soaked with intense desire.

"I see the way you look at me. Can I call you angel?" He said, as he sipped a little from his glass of white wine.

I had become speechless and then he winked at me. In my tipsy state, I wriggled out of his grip and made my way upstairs to find the bathroom.

If I couldn't have him inside of me, then I needed to play with my vibrator. I stepped into the bathroom, turned my back and then I saw him. He was right behind ME! The hot stranger.

"Why did you run off like that, Angel? Don't you want me?" He said, squeezing my jaw.

I let out a soft smile, he understood the assignment. He knew the effect he already had on me.

I inched forward and planted a kiss on his thick lips. Like a wounded Tiger, he pulled me close to him aggressively.

He kissed and sucked on my lips. And then, he said, "Kneel for me, Angel."

I drew in my lips between my teeth and bit them seductively as I slowly went on my knees. I ran my hands softly on his trousers and what I felt was rock hard. I pulled down his zipper and took his rod in my mouth.

He pushed his head back, letting out a deep moan. Suddenly, he pulled me up and frantically pulled my clothes, at the same time, trying to be careful.

"Don't pull your mask off, Angel," He said sternly.

"Of course, stranger. I won't pull off my mask. I too don't want you to see me. However, this is the first and last time I am going to see you," My mind ran wild with thoughts.

I stood with only my panties on. Biting his lips, he knelt down before me and with his teeth, he pulled down my panty.

"You have a mini vibrator hiding in here, Angel," He said to me, when he saw the little vibrator I had placed carefully in my panty.

It was there for a specific purpose, to pleasure myself if I got the urge to fuck. The last thing I wanted was to cheat on George, my boyfriend, but who cares! This man was just too hot.

With his fingers, this hot stranger stroked me down there. Then he turned my back to get into the main purpose.

I woke up feeling very sore.

"I have a boyfriend but I haven't felt this way in ages. Now remembering the way that hot stranger took my body, I just don't know how to describe it, but it was heavenly." I spoke out unconsciously.

Oh! Shoot, I needed to be at the hospital right now. Just as I was dashing into the bathroom, my friend Briana called.

She was the only rich friend I had and her husband was the host of that masquerade party.

"Hi! Bestie," she screamed over the phone. Her shrill voice seemed to add to the already throbbing ache in my head.

"Briana, could you please not scream this way every time. I have a bad headache and I need to rush to see my mom," I said, my voice carrying a tired tone.

"Girl! I saw you with a very hot mister yesterday. Who is he? I know you are going to brush me off but please, give me some romantic storyline," My friend said, mimicking the voice of a little baby girl begging for candy.

"Haha, okay girl, I will give you the details but please I have to go see my mom. I stopped by your place on my way back. Is that okay," I asked, hoping she would let me go.

My tongue itched to tell her about the experience I had last night at her party but right now, my mom needs all the attention from me.

"Okay, I am expecting you. Don't bail on me." She warned in her playful baby tone.

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Three weeks had passed and the memory of the night with the stranger had already become hazy.

I needed to be at work but my body had been acting all funny lately. I got tired very easily, the dizziness I felt was on a different level. On this particular morning, I had a migraine coupled with constant waves of nausea.

I felt my forehead and my temperature was really high but I needed to be at work. My boss was very aggressive and I needed to be in his good books. He had queried me alot of time because of lateness.

Apparently this was my last strike and I needed to hurry up. I dragged myself out of bed and brought out my clothes for work. In less than an hour I was set.

"Hi, friend," I flashed a smile at the receptionist.

"Hi Victoria, you look radiantly beautiful today," She complimented me heartily, even though I appeared in a brown straight gown that couldn't pop my skin colour

"Haha, does that mean I don't look beautiful every other day, Stacy?"

"No, that's not what I meant babes, you just look exceptionally beautiful today," She said, maintaining her stance.

"Okay girl, thank you and you don't look bad yourself but I need to work now. You know the boss, see you later,"

With a wave of my palm, I hurried off. I changed into my work clothes and prepared my work tools.

Just then, my phone rang. It was the boss.

"Meet me in my office, immediately." He said sternly and dropped the call.

My mind raced with thoughts of what I could have done this time,

"I know I didn't arrive late," The ache in my head felt like minions were on construction work there.

I stood up sharply from my bending position, my head spinned and my vision blurred. My body fell and immediately, everything went dark.

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