30 DAYS TO CARRY THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY

Never being used to the cold, Ramona had the misfortune of having to wrap her body in clothes at the slightest drop of the atmosphere.

Her phone vibrated against her thigh just then. Smiling and thinking her best friend finally had the decency to call her, she took the phone from the pocket of her pants. She looked at the name flashing in front of her eyes, and her smile came to a halt. For a moment, she thought of ignoring the call, but she knew too well what consequences that would bring.

"Hello, Kleinfelter." Ramona said, and then, without any acknowledgement or further greeting, the voice said;

"Meet me at my office now." He ordered, and the call ended before she would utter a word.

****

Ramona stared at the hard – faced man sitting in front of her. The man who shared the same surname with her, her only existing relative. Her uncle and then guardian since the day her parents died in an accident.

His pale blue eyes also stared at her, cold, calculating and unfeeling.

As she stared at him, she wondered how possible it was that her younger self had once considered him her savior.

"So, you want me to do yet another of your dirty works, huh? What happened to the rest of the group? Hawke, your favorite?" She asked him, schooling her facial features into a harsh frown.

"I want you to go for this particular mission." He persisted.

"Now you want to break your promise? I should remind you in case you might have forgotten somehow that you promised that was th..."

"I know very well what I promised, but you must have wasted years of working with me if you still believe people keep promises." Kleinfelter said, cutting her off, and his words stabbed Ramona straight to her heart.

Proudly stating, his, not a man of his words.

"You will do as I say," He paused as if to let that sink in, then he continued, "You are a rotten soul, after all, I assured that." He said, and Ramona squared her shoulders at his words.

"I will NOT have you tell me such nonsense, Uncl– Kleinfelter."

"Uncle?" He asked, and then let out a sleazy grin.

Pretending not to have heard, she continued, "I will not... I won't do another of your dirty works. I am done with all of this."

"Oh, but you will." He said, standing up and walking around the table to stand a few inches from where Ramona sat. She stood up too, not wanting him to tower over her.

"You will do as I say because your life belongs to me, I did save your pitiful life, didn't I? You will do as I say." He repeated.

Ramona stared at him, hard in the face, anger coursing through her veins.

"You should have left me alone! I would have fared bett–"

"It pains me that you don't know gratitude, my sweet Ramona. Haven't I taught you well? " He said softly, trailing his fingers across her cheeks. His fingers paused suddenly, then it tightened around her chin, forcing her face up. Ramona glared hard at him.

"Is that..emotion I see on your face, dear Ramona?"

" No." Ramona said, looking at him, her heart jumping, "No." She repeated when she removed the quiver from her voice.

"But I see it, could it be? That there is something wrong with my eyes?" Kleinfelter said, his voice low, almost soft even.

"I would rather not do this, Uncle." Ramona protested again.

She really was tired of murdering people. Others of her age would be leaving normal lives and working a well-to-do job. It's not like he gives her a good amount after a job well down.

"Uncle?"

"Kleinfelter." Ramona corrected almost immediately.

"Good." He said with an appealing smile.

"I don't want to, please." Her pleading, soft voice made him wonder why she was eager to resign.

He remembered when she started. After her first mission, of which she was terrified, but as time went on. She took it as fun. Hearing her refuse, he wondered a lot.

"Why is that?" Kleinfelter asked, his head tilting a little.

"It pains me to see people die Kleinfelter, it sickens me to do this. I feel like throwing up seeing blood these days and the worst is, the person dies from my hand. Please, just let me go, I beg of you.." Ramona pleaded, and Kleinfelter let go of her chin. Stepping back to look at her.

"Suddenly feeling pity, aren't you, Ramona? But you've killed far too many people to stop now? Or haven't you?" Kleinfelter asked, his lips now curving up in a cruel smirk.

Ramona felt herself growing angrier once more.

"Shut up. Just. Shut the fuck up. You forced me!"

"Did I?" He responded with a devious smile, "Show me proof." Kleinfelter further requested with a mocking grin on his face.

Ramona clenched her fingers tightly, how could she find proof when he'd basically been the dictator of her life since she was nine? He had woven his thread deeply, planned it all along. What did she have? Nothing. She was nothing without him.

She took a deep breath to suppress the rage building up inside her and willed her voice not to quiver.

"Who do you want me to get rid of this time?" She said, sounding emotionless.

"That's my girl," her uncle said in a sickeningly soft voice and walked back to his seat.

"Here." He said, as he picked up a picture lying on the desk and passed it to her.

Ramona stared at the man in it, she looked at his face, it was completely still, not even a glimpse of a smile. His thick raven black hair fell across his face, some tucked behind his ear, framing his dark gray eyes. He was... Handsome.

"Why do you want him dead?" Ramona asked, her voice quiet.

"That's none of your business, my dear." Kleinfelter replied, and Ramona looked at him. Of course, it had always been none of her business, her only job was to kill whom he wanted and to assassinate whom he willed. She was only a tool.

A killing tool.

"You have forty days to bring me good news." He commented.

Ramona looked at him, unable to mask her surprise. At most, he had only ever given her a week to get rid of someone, giving her more than four weeks now was surely shocking to her.

"Surprised? Haha. Don't be, it won't be easy, he is hard to get rid of." He continued; "As for the details, no need for you to know. I will give you a heads-up, you should move by tonight. I don't need to tell you to be careful.... But make sure to bring goodnews. " Again, Ramona was secretly surprised, usually, he let her wait a day or two before she moved.

"Can't i at least get a day to prepare?" She asked still looking at the handsome man in the picture that she was about to kill.

"The man would be staying in Leaman Cruise hotel today, the VIP section, room number 246, so my sources said. Whatever method you use, I will be expecting good news after forty days has passed." Kleinfelter said and paused, "or else..." He continued, purposely leaving the second part unsaid.... A killing tool.

"You have forty days to bring me good news." He commented.

Ramona looked at him, unable to mask her surprise. At most, he had only ever given her a week to get rid of someone, giving her more than four weeks now was surely shocking to her.

"Surprised? Haha. Don't be, it won't be easy, he is hard to get rid of." He continued; "As for the details, no need for you to know. I will give you a heads-up, you should move by tonight. I don't need to tell you to be careful.... But make sure to bring goodnews. " Again, Ramona was secretly surprised, usually, he let her wait a day or two before she moved.

"Can't I at least get a day to prepare?" She asked, still looking at the handsome man in the picture that she was about to kill.

"The man would be staying in Leaman Cruise hotel today, the VIP section, room number 246, so my sources said. Whatever method you use, I will be expecting good news after forty days has passed." Kleinfelter said and paused, "or else..." He continued, purposely leaving the second part unsaid.

Dranon's eyes trailed to the door, and he stared at it in the darkness. The door pushed open again, and a large man walked inside. Spotting Dranon, he flashed his white teeth in a wide grin, his rugged face increasing in attractiveness.

"I saw the old bimbo walk out of this room just now." He said casually, taking a seat in front of Dranon. "Here to check the progress of your dick, again?" He asked, blunt with his words. Saying it so casually.

Dranon stared at his weird business partner for a while and lowered his eyes, taking the bottle in front of him and filling his glass cup. He held it up in the air and twirled it between his fingers, watching as its red contents shook inside it.

"Oh come on, don't tell me a drink is more important than I am." The man said in defense to the silent treatment he got.

"What do you want to hear, Alistair Hawthorne?" Dranon questioned with an irritation. And got a raised brow instead.

"Fine. I failed to get my dick up, again." Dranon finally uttered.

Alistair's grin didn't falter, in fact, his dark brown eyes squinted more in amusement.

"So you take pleasure in my misfortune, huh?" Dranon asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Of course, and I'm quite enjoying myself." Alistair answered, not bothering to hide it.

"We are not friends Alistair, you take liberties. Know your place." Dranon commented with a slight frown. Even though they have some sort of fondness for each other.

"I should have gotten rid of that woman long ago, but you won't let me. She seems to me as nothing but a faux." Alistair said, dropping his smile, taking a serious tone this time.

"No need." Dranon replied, now sipping on his drink again with a worried look on.

He let out a deep sigh as he felt the burn of the drink in his throat.

"Got any news about the other woman?" Dranon asked, not being specific and expecting the man in front of him to understand.

"Ah.. You see... Yes, as a matter of fact." Alistair said, leaning back against his chair. Dranon clenched his fingers tight at the news that his mother's whereabouts had been discovered at last.

"And what's the info?" Dranon prompted.

"According to my sources, the woman has been travelling across different countries with her new husband."

Dranon sprang forward from his chair, uncomfortably.

"What, did you just say?" He asked, his voice coming out thick with sudden rage.

"The same man she had an affair with years back." Alistair paused, looking Dranon in the eyes, "The same affair that caused your father to...." He finished with a frown.

Alistair, ever since knowing Dranon's past, grew hatred for Dranon's mother and never, for once, addressed her properly. Not after the information gotten from his source about her new lifestyle.

Dranon gritted his teeth so hard that he thought his teeth would shatter from sheer force.

"How dare she... " The woman, his mother whom he had saved from the wrath of his father when he was only a teenager, the same he suffered all those years.

'After everything that has happened. How could she be so heartless.'? Dranon thought.

"I admire her, her heart must really be made of stone for her to abandon a fourteen-year-old with a father like yours." Alistair said, sighing. Dranon didn't reply.

"The man, how should we take care of him? " Alistair asked after a pause.

"Nothing. Leave them alone." Dranon responded.

"Ahh, you really are growing softer, aren't you?" Alistair muttered.

Some years back, one would bet that Dranon was a Mafia because of how he behaved but, change happened.

"I'm not, I simply... always like to think things through before taking actions." He replied, and Alistair smiled. Or maybe he was being soft because it involved people relating to him.

At least he had the decency to change the topic.

"Our company has successfully bought the largest shares from the BMN corporation. Mr. Donald now has no ownership whatsoever of the company. "

"Good." Dranon said, sipping his wine and then dropping it back on the transparent table.

" But.. " Alistair said, and Dranon looked up, his brows raised.

"But, what's?" He asked curiously.

"Mr. Berk is apparently still proving to be stubborn, he has not relented." Alistair continued, "You should have allowed me to fire him, I would have handled it well, I would have done something about it."

"Something like what? Beat his ass up? You know nothing about business, Alistair. Only violence." Dranon countered.

"Fair enough." He said, clearly not taking offense in it.

"So, about Mr. Freeman?"

"We should give him another chance, he has been doing good for the company."

"Alright then, that's it." Alistair said, standing up. He walked towards the door and made to open it. Dranon stopped him before he could go outside.

"Thank you." He said, and Alistair turned with his stupid grin on his face.

"You really are growing softer." He said, his grin became wider.

"I take that back. Now, get out!" Dranon growled and Alistair left with his echoing laughter.

Later, Dranon walked by the bar's outer rim, striding softly, his feet barely making any sound against the ground. As he strode around the VIP area, the few men who were there avoided looking at him, the opposite of the women sending him lewd looks. One sitting with a man who seemed to be her husband winked at him, Dranon looked at the man, he was just there, looking down. Unaware of his wife's stupidity.

'Coward' Dranon thought. You would think a married man would have the guts to tell his wife down from flirting with other people. He looked away, too irritated to watch the scene.

Dranon stopped at the door in front of him, he took a deep breath. By now, a girl would have been sent to his bed, waiting for him. A beauty, she would undoubtedly be, and he, he would fail her, watch as her confidence deflated by his penis that would refuse to rouse. As always, his fuckin' dick would not rouse. He cursed himself as, he already felt disappointed.

Steeling himself, he entered the room. As he guessed, there was someone on his bed. He knew by looking at the bump in the sheets. The room was dark with just a dim blue light, casting its weak glow in the room, just how he liked it.

He didn't acknowledge her. He walked to the table and removed his watch. Removing his cuffs, he set them on the table together. Then he willed himself to look at the bed.

He sat on the bed first, removing his shoes, he put his leg on the bed, assuming a relaxed posture. The girl or woman or whatever was in his bed laid still, and then she rose from the sheets. Oh, a girl. Dark blue eyes met his own, intense, knocking his breath out of his chest, sucking him in. And then there was red, red hair, smooth, thick, everywhere. A different type of girl.

She crawled softly, slowly towards him, and he looked down at her then. Her waist below was covered in the sheets but above... Holy shit... The transparent, silky clothes she wore spared no effort to hide her nipples, tight, soft pink. He could imagine.

She was perfect but, she didn't speak. She got up on her knees, the sheets still covering her waist down, leaving him with nothing but to imagine... Imagine the glorious perfection he was sure he would find there.

She came closer and leaned across him, letting him take a whiff of her scent, a delicious mix of sandalwood and wine. The girl reached out and took a glass of wine he hadn't spotted earlier. She silently brought it to his lips, it was red, like her lips.

Dranon parted his lips as little as he downed the entire content in a gulp, she had him focus his eyes on her, never letting it drop. Then she dropped the empty glass on the table and reached for his clothes.

She slipped her hands into his shirt, the open buttons giving her free access. Her hands trailed lower, moving towards his abdomen. The moment her palms touched his stomach, he felt it clench, his body gave out in a shudder as her hands trailed over his taut packs.

His body grew hot, he licked his lips. She pulled her hands from under his shirt, and he was disappointed, wanting the feel of her hands. His disappointment was instantly replaced by something else, eagerness, as she began opening up what was left of his buttons, all while holding his gaze in hers.

Something was strange, she didn't have the horny look he had seen in aroused girls before. Her eyes were clear, not lusty as it were supposed to be by now. She hugged him, her breasts pressed against his chest, breaking him off his thoughts.

She trailed his shirt to his shoulder and he pulled it off with a shrug. His body was growing hotter, before he could stop himself, he reached for her face and held it in his palm. She stiffened, pulling his hands away, he found it strange but quickly forgot about it when she cupped his chin. Slowly, but surely, she leaned closer and closer. Then, she buried her face in his neck. The hot breath in his neck, doing the impossible to him. She licked him with a swipe of a tongue, her body rubbing across his chest at the same time, once, twice, and then he felt it... Felt his penis harden, albeit a little.

He let out a strangled groan. Then he froze, his manhood dousing down immediately. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. In an alarming speed, his body began to grow weak. And then he fell on the bed, feeling paralyzed.

The girl pulled back and smiled then, it was a cold, one - lipped smile.

"You're not so hard to kill after all, he was mistaken." She said in a very low tone.

Dranon could only stare, his limbs too weak to move, he had no idea who the Kleinfelter she mentioned was, though.

"Who was wrong?" He struggled to say.

"Not your business." She replied, climbing down the bed to pick up her jacket. "You shouldn't be worried about that but your life." The sheets fell down from her waist. She was not as naked as he thought she was, on her waist were a jean trouser. She put on the jacket and let it cover her transparent shirt, then she walked back to him. Dranon realized something.

"You're not a prostitute, are you?" He asked, curiously.

"Of course I'm not. Do I look like one?" The girl asked, pulling her red hair up in a ponytail.

"Who are you then?" Dranon struggled to ask her.

She looked at him quietly for a while and then said, " Even in this position, you're still asking questions. Oh well, no need to hide it since you will be dead soon. An assassin." Softly, as if she would rather not admit it. Dranon supposed he should have been worried at the revelation, but he was not. Perhaps it was the way she hesitated before admitting what she was.

"How did you get in?" He asked.

"It was easy... The men outside mistook me for a worker here, a fatal mistake on their side, I must say." She answered honestly and he liked that about her.

"Why is my body like this?" Dranon asked, hoping to get another honest response.

She smiled, it stretched across her face. A harmless smile it seemed, but Dranon was sure she was anything but harmless.

"I drugged you." She said, her voice was gentle.

"How?" He asked as, he kept his eyes fixed on her.

" How? Think again." She replied, the smile still on her face. It didn't take long for Dranon to figure it out.

"The drink." He finally said.

"Correct." She commented like a teacher who is impressed.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Dranon asked, feeling the state of his body. The drug was not wearing off anytime soon.

"I don't know. Because I have no choice?" She pulled out a dagger and approached slowly, her hand gripping the hilt of a dagger tightly.

"Any last wish? I must say, you're far better looking in person than you are in photos. A pity I have to do this... A pity." She said, and drew nearer. Dranon's mind was turning fast, thinking hard.

She didn't waste time. She jabbed the dagger down forcefully, aiming for his chest. Dranon quickly shifted to avoid the blade with all of him.

"You're fast, even when paralyzed." She said, Just then, he heard voices down below, she must have heard it too because she whipped her head towards the door. Dranon took advantage of her momentarily pause, willing himself to lunge forward. He hit her and she stumbled back a little.

"You're strong for someone who's been drugged. Does it not work on you?" she asked, a small frown on her face.

"Yes." Dranon replied. It was a lie, he could feel his body almost giving out.

"Oh." She said simply. Knowing she didn't put enough of it in the drink.

Unexpectedly, she launched herself forward, lashing out with the dagger, the sounds of footsteps below getting nearer. He managed to dodge it. She was relentless, her movements, precise. She backed him up against the wall above the bed, and then she struck. Dranon dodged. It was painful, but he had seen more pain than what his body was undergoing.

The voices now seemed just beyond the door. The girl looked towards the door again, and then she grabbed her dagger, keeping it in place against her body. Looking at him as if he were a snatched prize, she ran for the window. She pushed the window open, then jumped out, leaving him lying there on his bed.

"Isn't it high?" He mumbled as he watched her.

The door pushed open, thankfully, it was Alistair.

He walked inside urgently and took note of the open window.

"Someone was here?" Alistair asked, scanning the room.

"True." Dranon muttered, still not sure of what he had just experienced.

"What was–"

"Forget it." Dranon gritted his teeth. "Go out, it's nothing." Alistair looked around the room one last time and turned to leave.

Dranon fell back against the bed, his limbs getting weaker, sweat dotting his body. Alistair wouldn't mock him, but he had pride after all, he couldn't let anyone know he'd almost been killed by a girl.

He cursed softly as he remembered the red haired girl and the blazing blue fire she had for eyes. She had been deadly. He had thought she would spare him or something.

'Shit' he cursed softly again. Then, relax on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He stayed in the same position as the drug took full control, then he slept before the drug wore off, apparently, she didn't give him a much stronger dose. Perhaps, she had anticipated it would be a fast kill. She was right. If he was not dead, he would have been injured if not for Alistair.

He stood up and cracked his joints, feeling the stiffness in his joints disappear.

The cellphone in the room started ringing, thinking it to be the person behind the attempt murder, he rushed to pick.

"Sir, are you hurt? The lady in the room was an imposter." He heard a familiar voice.

"How?"

"The lady, picked for tonight, walked in not long ago. Alistair had to come in to be certain. Sorry for the inconvenience."

He didn't want them to know what happened so, he lied, "Yeah, I noticed. She left already. No need to worry." And ended the call.

Something caught his eye on the floor. It was the place the girl had stood a while ago, he walked to it and picked it up. It was a card, on it was a house address and what appeared to be a phone number. On it was also a name.

'Ramona.' Thinking out loud.

He stared at it for a long time, and then he let out a soft chuckle. He imagined her expression when she realized she left something important behind.

"Ramona. Ra...mo...na." he said again, testing her name on his tongue. As he sat back on the bed, there was only one thing on his mind. His dick had responded. Although it was only a little, it was something. And she made it happen.