PREGNANT FOR THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE.

Pixie's Point of View

The music went through the walls, vibrating the wooden floors beneath my heels as I walked into the club. I had to admit, this place was way more extravagant than I'd expected. The rooftop bar overlooked the shining city of San Francisco, with sleek glass walls and dim lights casting a seductive glow over everything. Blue light.Red light.

"Pixie, hurry up!" Lisa grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the private section where the rest of the party was already gathering. "You're not shying away, are you?" She asked.

I laughed, trying to ignore the knot forming in my stomach. "Me? Never. I just didn't know we'd be coming to this kind of place,I expected it to be more confined."

Lisa winked. "Trust me, after tonight, you'll be glad you came. You need this." she replied.

I sighed, forcing a smile. She wasn't wrong. It had been months since I'd allowed myself any fun, and this was supposed to be a night to let loose. Bachelorette parties were meant for wild memories, right? But my mind kept drifting back to the stack of designs on my desk, deadlines looming over me like a dark cloud,heck I couldn't recall the last time I had a very nice me_time.

"Let's get you a drink," Lisa said, already signaling for the waiter. "One tequila coming right up."

I wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight, I decided, was the exception. "Fine, one drink."

A few minutes later, the girls were all around me, toasting with shots and clinking glasses, while the bride-to-be, Rachel, was laughing in the center of it all. She looked so carefree, so happy. I envied that. I used to believe in fairytales, too-until reality knocked the wind out of me.

"Come on, Pixie, stop brooding," Lisa teased, nudging me. "This is a night to remember, not one to sit around thinking about work."

I nodded, downing the shot in one go. The tequila burned its way down, but it felt good, loosening the tension in my shoulders. "You're right. Tonight is about Rachel. No more thinking."

"That's the spirit!" Lisa cheered, grabbing my hand. "Let's dance!"

We made our way to the dance floor, the music pounding around us, and for a moment, I let go. I let myself be swept up in the rhythm, spinning and laughing with the girls. The neon lights flashed over the crowd, faces blurring together in a haze of color and sound.

But then, in the midst of it all, I felt it-a pair of eyes on me.

I stopped, scanning the crowd, and that's when I saw him. Standing near the bar, he was tall, dark, and completely out of place among the usual partygoers. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding power and danger, his presence commanding the space around him. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, everything else faded away.

Who was he?

"Who are you staring at?" Lisa asked, following my gaze.

"I don't know." I could barely hear my own voice over the music.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, he's hot. Go talk to him!"

"What? No!" I shook my head, feeling the flush in my cheeks. "That's not-"

"Why not?" Lisa interrupted, giving me a playful shove toward him. "You're single, it's a bachelorette party, and he's staring at you like you're the only woman in the room. What's the worst that could happen?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could think, I was moving toward the bar. My heart pounded in my chest, every step bringing me closer to him. As I approached, he turned slightly, his dark eyes still fixed on me.

"Hi," I said, my voice a little shaky. "I couldn't help but notice you standing here... alone."

He smirked, his gaze sweeping over me before meeting my eyes again. "And now I'm not."

The confidence in his voice was intoxicating, like he knew exactly the effect he was having on me. I felt a rush of nerves, but I wasn't backing down now. "You don't look like someone who comes to these kinds of parties."

He raised an eyebrow, sipping his drink. "What kind of parties are these?"

I bit my lip, trying to keep my cool. "You know, bachelorette parties. Lots of dancing, drinking, celebrating the end of single life."

"And which one are you celebrating?" His tone was low, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I'm not the bride." I smiled, feeling a strange boldness creeping in. "I'm just here for moral support."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never wavering. "What about you? What's your celebration tonight?"

I paused, unsure how to answer. There was something about him, something intense, that made it hard to think straight. "Celebrating... a break from work, I guess."

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "I can see that. You look like someone who works too much."

"You don't know me," I challenged, half-joking.

"Don't I?"

His words hung between us, and for a moment, the noise of the club faded into the background. It felt like we were the only two people in the room, locked in some unspoken connection.

"What's your name?" I asked, my voice lower now.

"Dante." he replied casually, shrugging his shoulders.

Dante. It suited him-strong, mysterious, dangerous. "I'm Pixie."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Pixie. That's an unusua name,I must say l."

I shrugged. "It's my real name, not a nickname. My parents had... creative taste,but I don't regret being called that. It suits me."

Dante chuckled, a low, smooth sound that made my skin tingle. "Interesting. I like creative, besides I never said it didn't suit you."

There was something magnetic about him, something I couldn't pull away from. And maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the way he stared at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, but I felt myself drawn closer.

"Want to get out of here?" Dante asked, his voice soft but confident.

My breath caught in my throat. I should have said no. I should have turned and walked away, but the pull was too strong. I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go." I found my mouth speaking before reality could set in.

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Before I knew it, we were stepping into a sleek black car, the club's lights fading into the distance as the city stretched out before us. Dante was silent beside me, his hand resting casually on the seat, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.

"What do you do?" I asked, needing to fill the silence, needing to know more about this man who had appeared out of nowhere and consumed my thoughts.

He glanced at me, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light of the car. "Business."

"Of course," I muttered, smirking. It figured he'd be the brooding businessman type. "Any specifics?"

He paused, as if considering how much to tell me. "Let's just say I deal with high stakes."

I raised an eyebrow. "Cryptic."

He smiled again, and this time it reached his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but before I could ask what he meant, the car came to a stop in front of a luxury hotel. My heart raced as we stepped out, walking through the grand entrance into the lavish lobby. I had no idea what I was getting into, but every part of me wanted to find out.

The elevator ride to his suite was silent, the air between us thick with tension. When the doors finally slid open, I followed him inside, my pulse quickening with each step.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low as he turned to face me.

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, crashing my lips onto his, surrendering to the pull that had been building all night. There was no turning back now.