Zayden's Pov
The elevator bell chimes, and I step out with my secretary following closely behind. My phone is glued to my ear as I engage in a call with a client.
I'm not just the CEO but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I have ownership in multiple businesses across New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. The only heir to my billionaire father, I've inherited an empire.
"We'll schedule a meeting next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll have my secretary arrange the appointment," I confirm as I continue walking towards my office.
"Alright, thank you," I reply before ending the call.
It's only 11 am, and I've already attended two business meetings today: one within the company and the other outside. I return to my office with Chloe, my secretary, who appears less than thrilled as she clutches a pile of files, burdened with work before the day's end.
"Get those tasks completed and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Chloe," I pause and instruct her before entering my office.
Chloe nods, heading towards her own office, located in the opposite direction. I heave a sigh of relief as I enter my office. The exhaustion is already setting in.
It's been three months since I last had a proper break. My demanding workload is taking a toll on my health. Just yesterday, I was feeling unwell, possibly due to the immense pressure.
When I draw closer to my desk, I sink into my chair and spin it around after removing my coat.
I understand that maintaining my status as one of the youngest billionaires in New York and America comes with a price. I'm determined not to disappoint my father, who believes I couldn't maintain this position without his assistance.
My life is dominated by business meetings, constant strategy development for my companies, brainstorming new investment ideas, and the establishment of new businesses worldwide. I've already conquered markets in America and China, with India and the Philippines as my next targets. My dreams are ambitious, and I'm committed to making them a reality, no matter the sacrifices or time required.
The chair stops spinning, and I open my laptop to dive into my work. The last time I attended a party with Richard, I knew it might be the last for a while. My work doesn't afford me much time for leisure or enjoyment; I'm constantly on the grind, even when I'm at home.
Zayden's Perspective:
I'm engrossed in reviewing online files when a knock at the door draws my attention. I glance up and invite, "Come in."The door swings open, and Mila enters gracefully. Shortly after, Chloe, my secretary, barges in, her breath heavy.
"I told her not to come in, sir," Chloe explains, struggling to catch her breath.
"It's fine; you can leave," I assure Chloe. She nods and gives Mila a frosty look before exiting.
"Hello, Zayden," Mila greets, smiling, as she approaches me.
"What brings you here, Mila?" I ask, all business. I have a packed schedule, and her presence could be a distraction.
"I came to see you, baby boy," she coos, circling my desk to stand right in front of me. "How's my baby doing?" She reaches for my mustache, but I swat her hand away in annoyance.
"I've told you off before. And how many times have I asked you not to enter my office like this?"
"Well, I did knock before coming in, didn't I?" She offers a mischievous smile.
I observe her closely. Her lips are painted red, and she's wearing a blue long-sleeved top with a black skirt that's far too short. I know her intentions.
To seduce me, as she always does. Mila's attire rarely extends beyond her thighs and backside when she bends down.
"Get out," I command.
"What?" She looks surprised by my directive, as if she's not used to hearing it. This isn't the first time I've asked her to leave. "I said get out, Mila. I'm busy."
"I know you're busy. I can wait for you, or I can come back later." Her voice takes on a sultry tone; it's a tactic she knows well.
"Don't wait. Just go."
"Really?"
"Really. Mila, please excuse me." I attempt to contain my frustration. She's becoming intolerable.
"What if I don't want to excuse you?" She folds her arms defiantly, seemingly ready to defy my attempts to remove her.
"I'll have to call security if you don't—" My words are cut short by her next move.
Mila unbuttons her shirt, exposing her cleavage. Her ample breasts captivate my attention as she bends down slightly to offer me an even clearer view. She playfully licks her lips, a seductive gesture that stirs arousal within me.
"You were saying something, Zayden," she interrupts my thoughts.
"Uh, yes. I asked you out," I mumble, attempting to regain my composure. My arousal is unmistakable.
"Oh," she stands upright and retrieves her bag, which I hadn't noticed when she entered.
"I'll see you around then." Mila sways her hips sensually as she struts toward the door.
The night I spent with a woman at the club three months ago awakened something dormant within me. My sexual urges have returned with a vengeance since then. I find myself engaging in casual sexual encounters with various women.
What I typically do is request that Richard arrange a one-night stand with a woman in my suite, and I would part ways with her the following day. However, Mila has been the exception; she keeps returning for more. She made my office fantasies a reality.
At the moment, I'm too aroused to let my ego stand in the way, so I call her back. "Wait."
I detect a sly grin on her face. Her ploy has worked, and she's gradually becoming a fixture in my life.
"Well, I have nothing to lose," I think to myself. "When I'm done with her, I'll cut ties."
She turns back around slowly. "Did you call me back?"
"Stop with the sarcasm, and yes, I called you," I reply, my irritation growing.
I stand up, and she eagerly rushes into my arms.
"I knew it. I know you can't resist me." She's bubbling with excitement.
Though tempted to push her away to prove that I can resist her, I'm exceptionally aroused, thanks to her. My pride takes a back seat as I strive to satisfy my desires. She's an attractive woman, but I feel nothing for her.
"You're always here when I need you," I remark, kissing her. She moans and hastily unbuttons her shirt. Our lips move with urgency, in sync. Mila is a passionate lover.
As her clothes fall to the floor, I turn her to face the desk. The realization of my fantasy begins again, with our shared moans filling the room for more than half an hour.
Daisy-Belle's Pov"Will you be my date tonight, Belle?" Tony's question catches me off guard. My mind races as I blink, trying to process the various thoughts that flood in.I'm still trying to recover from my recent breakup with my ex-boyfriend. I had no desire to see him after he ended our relationship, and I hadn't seen him since. But now, an inexplicable desire to confront him, even if only once, wells up in me. I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart.I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal.Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my hea
Daisy-Belle's POVThe moment we entered the house, my mother exploded. She had remained silent the entire ride home after the shocking news the doctor had delivered. Pamela had dropped us off, and the tension had only grown during the silence that lingered as we entered our home.I bite my lower lip, overwhelmed by regret, and I don't know how to respond to my mother. How can I be three months pregnant without even realizing it? I ask myself. I know my mother must be terribly disappointed in me, and her harsh words cut deep."Who the hell did you have sex with, Belle?" My mother yells at me, her words laced with anger. "Aren't you going to answer me, you loose girl?""Mom, I'm not loose," I retort with anger rising in my voice. "Why are you calling me a loose girl when you don't even know how I got pregnant?""Then talk! Your silence is killing me," she snaps. "How will you cope with this and your academics? Is this how I raised you? Why do you like tormenting me?""Mom...""Don't cal
Mila's POVSex with Zayden is consistently exhilarating, and I can't seem to get enough of him. It's been a week since we indulged in an office affair, and I'm eagerly anticipating more of these rendezvous.A satisfied grin plays on my lips as I drive into the company premises. I've got plans, and I'm steadily working towards them. If everything goes my way, Zayden will be mine for good. This is the dream I'm chasing.I've dressed in a brown straight skirt paired with a white blouse. My black stiletto heels and light brown handbag complete my attire, matching the elegant look I want to project. I know Zayden will be inside; he's a dedicated workaholic.The night Zayden and I first crossed paths, we were strangers, yet he looked oddly familiar. I discreetly snapped a picture of his handsome face while he slept, and I headed home the next day after a passionate night together.When my mother saw his picture on my phone, she recognized him. It turns out that Zayden's father and my father
Zayden perspective I observed the scene unfolding between my father and Mila.How did they know each other? Am I involved with one of my father's acquaintances? I wondered.Mila barely meets my father's gaze, displaying immense respect for him, which piques my curiosity about the connection between them.I've been searching for a way to get rid of her, and understanding her relationship with my father might provide a solution, I thought to myself."You've got yourself a beautiful young lady; I had no idea you'd started dating again," my father commented as he took a seat in my office after Mila had left.I maintained a composed expression, wondering about the purpose of his visit. He doesn't typically come to my workplace, and I haven't been answering his calls. We haven't seen each other for a year."Why are you here?" I asked, my tone stern.He chuckled lightly. "Why wouldn't I be in my son's company? That's quite preposterous," he gestured with his hands to emphasize the ridiculou
Daisy-Belle perspective I'm getting ready for school, recalling the conversation I had with my mom yesterday. Although I don't entirely agree with her advice, I understand her financial struggles. I put on ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket, and gray sneakers. After dressing, I check my appearance in the mirror and apply some makeup. I bid my mom farewell, head outside, and flag down a cab, fortunate to find one quickly. A short ride later, I arrive at the campus, pay the cab fare, and enter. Today, I plan to speak with my friend Pamela about my pregnancy and my decision.Pamela is a supportive friend who doesn't pressure me to reveal things I'm not ready to discuss, unlike my mom. She knows I'll confide in her when I'm prepared. This is something Pamela has understood about me that my mom hasn't. I want to talk, and Pamela is the person I trust to share my fears with. She doesn't pick me up from home every day, and today is one of those days.Before I know it, I
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I'm relieved that the words are finally out, so I exhale deeply, realizing I had been holding my breath. To my surprise, Pam remains silent. I expected her to react with shock or question my decision, but she doesn't say anything.I gradually open my eyes and turn to look at her. She's just observing me, her face devoid of any expression. I can't discern her thoughts or whether she supports my choice. I lower my head, waiting for her response.Pamela has always been the more mature one between us, and I frequently seek her advice. She's like a second mother to me, and I love her dearly."You want to abort the baby?" She finally demands."Yes," I reply sharply."Why?" Her voice is soft.I shrug. "Mom and I talked last night, and we...""And she suggested you have an abortion?" I can hear the disbelief in her tone.Pamela knows me well, and she's aware I wouldn't have considered this without someone planting the idea in my head."No," I lie, trying to pr
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I watch as Tony walks away, my heart heavy with the disgust he showed me. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about Tony, but his look has made me feel cheap and worthless."Belle," Pamela returns to my side. She places her hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to lift my head. She must think I'm crying, but I'm not. I want to cry, but no tears come. I'm tired of crying, tired of the problems that keep surfacing. I'm fed up with everything, and I feel like ending it all. One single mistake of mine has brought nothing but shame."Belle?" She calls again."Did you see the way he looked at me?" I ask, raising my head to question her."It doesn't matter," she shakes her head."What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He's going to tell everyone, he won't like me anymore," I nearly yell.She thinks for a moment before asking me, "Do you like him?"I realize my previous statement was wrong. I'm not even sure if I like Tony, but the idea of him not botheri
"Zayden John Alvarez?" My mom articulates his name after I revealed he's the one I had sex with.She'd snatched the magazine from me, examining his picture as if deciding if he's suitable to be called my baby's father. I know my mom, and I know she's scrutinizing him closely."Alvarez?" Pamela questions as she moves closer to us."He's your baby's father?" She asks upon seeing his picture. Beneath the main image is another photo of him with a girl sitting on his lap, kissing him. I'm avoiding looking at that particular picture. It's clear he's considered a womanizer.I nod gently to Pamela, feeling rather sorry for myself. I'm sure he's already forgotten the night we had together. I wouldn't be surprised if he regarded me as one of those cheap girls he plays around with.I glance at the photo again to see the girl's name, Mila Rodriguez. Is she just one of his flings, or could she be his real girlfriend? I wonder to myself."I can't believe Zayden is your baby's father," Pamela startl