All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant for the Alpha CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Here you go, Miss Clandestine." Anna received the packaged watch from the sales clerk, an older woman who smiled kindly at her. "He's a lucky guy." Anna snorted. "Yeah, he is. He has me, and I just busted my ass to get him a Hublot. He is damned lucky." The sales clerk laughed at the young woman's assertiveness. Anna was quite beautiful. Brilliant red hair was curled in beautiful layers, radiating different shades ranging from brown to red. Her eyes were hazel and they popped with an eyeliner rimmed around it. A splatter of freckles stained her nose giving her a cute, innocent look until she opened her mouth. Tossing a grin at the saleswoman, she strutted out of the shop, adjusting her short black dress as she walked to the bus stop. Despite her bold words, her stomach fluttered inside at the thought of seeing Karl. She hoped he liked his birthday gift; she had spent a large quarter of her savings that year on the watch and the hot-as-hell lingerie that was hidden underneath he

"Where the hell were you?!" Sophie screamed as soon as Anna stepped into her home. Anna winced at the loudness, clutching her head in pain. Her headache had intensified, and she felt quite miserable. "Why the hell are you screaming?" Anna asked calmly, rubbing her forehead. She shrugged off her shoes, pushed them to the side, and fell on a couch in the living room. "I couldn't find you! I looked everywhere ..." As Sophie ranted on, Anna peeked at her sister through her lashes. If Sophie had truly searched for her, there should have been missed calls on her phone. She had gotten nothing. Hell, she was certain Sophie had forgotten all about her until she had stepped into the house. "Anna, where were you?" A louder much more mature voice spoke up, and Anna sat up to see her mother approach. "I was out." She replied simply, raising her shoulders in a shrug. "Out, blowing money on drinks!" Sophie snarled. Anna furrowed her brows in wonder. What the hell was Sophie's problem? She w

The restaurant was beautiful. It paled in comparison to the expensive rich-as-hell restaurants in the UK, but for an American restaurant, it was quite fancy. Anna sat in her car, taking in deep breaths to steady her nerves. She had not been on a date in a very long time. Hell, the last time she had been on a date was with Karl. And that was five solid years ago. She eyed the time displayed on her phone screen. They had agreed to meet by eight that night, and she still had ten minutes left. She ought to be excited, right? It was Dylan for goodness sake. Handsome, stacked, ripped Dylan. He had been the number one heartthrob back in high school, and he had invited her on a date! Hell, if any of her friends then heard about this, they would pass out on her behalf. She was certain.Her eyes flitted to the mirror. Her face was almost bare. She had simply powdered it, worn a lip gloss, and slipped into the fanciest dress her hands had touched first. It was a green gala gown that had an ela

William wasn’t in the best of moods right this moment. His cheek aching so fucking much from the slap his mother had just given him in her rampage that was as constant as the Northern Star.Paying little attention to the person that came in just seconds after, he straightened himself up, catching a glimpse of his reflection on the reflective windows.Good, he didn’t look too disturbed.“Good morning.” He barked out after the silence stretched out for too damn long. Raising his gaze, he appraised the woman in front of him, only to stop short.Red hair.His mind stuttered.She looked so damn familiar. This time, William remembered where he had seen this vixen of a woman before.In that restaurant with that guy. She had been the only interesting thing there and pity, she had been clearly bored out of her mind.Her gaze was magnetic, but so filled with shock that he had to wonder if there was something on his face.His eyes flickered over her body.Why was she wearing such a tight dress?

“Mommy, I want to see Andrea!”Anna winced as the sound of her son’s voice somehow was louder than that of the other children in the company’s daycare. Even the lady at the front desk gave her a pitying look which made her feel all the more uncomfortable.Kneeling down to pick up her unruly, stubborn genius of a son, she smiled down at Andrew as he screwed up his face. He didn’t like being picked up in public.“We can go to pick her up when I close from work, okay?” She said to her son, whose face screwed up in discomfort even more. “Come on, don’t give me that face. Aren’t you happy that I came to see you on my break?”“I thought you came to see me because you forgot to drop off my lunchbox.” Her son’s British-accented voice was somehow chastising.Anna wondered briefly if she should be worried about his cognitive development being at a much faster rate than most other children she had seen his age, but let that thought go. She had to fi