PREGNANT FOR MY CEO

Aurelia's POV:

I slowly let my lids open. Jeez, I was sore all over. I looked around. What the fuck? This isn't my room! And what's more-a muscular blonde was sharing the bed with me. NAKED!!

My thoughts were hazy, but I didn't wait for the realization of what had happened, why I was naked in bed with a man I barely recognized, in a room that was so unfamiliar, to come back to me. I gently, yet hastily, got out of the king-sized bed, picked up some clothes I recognized as my own lying carelessly on the floor, grabbed my phone from a nearby dresser, and went into the suite's bathroom, barely sparing the blonde-who seemed to be enjoying his sleep-a look.

I threw on my clothes and tried to get an idea of where I was using my phone's GPS. A five-star hotel in the heart of Los Angeles. With the map, I realized I was thirty minutes away from my apartment.

Noah's POV

I woke up feeling absolutely amazing. Last night was one hell of a night. I didn't remember much-I'd been tipsy-but one thing was certain: I had a damn good fuck. Who would've thought a virgin could be that good? And seriously, what kind of escort is a virgin?

It didn't really matter now. I'd paid a fortune to the agency to keep my identity anonymous and deliver a hot escort, to the point where I'd almost thought it was a scam. It had seemed too good to be true. But damn, she had topped the charts as the best I'd ever had.

I looked around and realized the escort wasn't in the room anymore. I didn't care much-most of them were like that. They always left before dawn, either to protect their identities or to get away with whatever they'd managed to steal from me: wristwatches, cash, and other petty items. I hadn't expected her to leave so early, though, especially after how she'd been begging for more last night. She'd been moaning loudly, calling me "daddy," as I thrust as deep as I could into her.

To be honest, she didn't seem like an escort. There was something too sophisticated about her-a bit of elegance, even in her drunken state. She didn't fit the typical profile.

I licked my lips at the memory of how good I'd felt, the way her body had responded to me. Whatever her story was, it didn't matter. She'd given me a night to remember.

AURELIA'S POV

I got out of the bathroom, dripping wet and still in the gold dress. My throat was parched as hell, so I went to grab a drink. As I picked up a cup to pour myself some water, fragments of memories started coming back to me.

I remembered downing a shot of alcohol while laughing. Elan my boyfriend was there. We were in a bustling place-like a party or something. I must have stopped after a shot or two because I knew how lightheaded I could get. I never drank too much when I was out with Elan or my friends.