Billionaire's The CEO Bedwarmer

Chapter 1

Jeaneia's Point of View

I was just observing the people coming in and out of the club where I worked. I can say that there are many more people today than before, probably because it's Sunday. Sundays usually draw a crowd. I was lost in thought when someone suddenly touched me, so I looked at her. Oh, it's Sicily.

"Hey, can you take this to Room 205 for me? I need to use the bathroom," she said while holding her stomach. I realized she'd been running to the bathroom repeatedly, so I just nodded in agreement.

I carefully took the tray filled with expensive drinks and brought it to its destination.

When I arrived at Room 205, I knocked as a sign of respect. It didn't take long for the door to open, and a man who looked like an anime character appeared.

"Hello, sir. Here's your order," I said politely. However, he didn't take it right away, so I awkwardly set it down.

"Can you bring that inside?" he said. Finally, he spoke-I thought I'd be stuck outside all night. When I stepped inside, I was amazed by the beauty of this VIP room; it was like a house. After placing their order and planning to leave, the thin man spoke, "Dude, did you order food?" I was confused because they only ordered drinks, nothing else.

"Come here, baby girl, sit on my lap," he said, but I shook my head since that's not part of my job.

"Sorry, sir, but I'm not that kind of woman. If you don't have anything else to order, may I leave? I still have work to do," I said politely.

"Oh come on, don't act like a virgin. How many men have tasted you?" said one of their companions, who I couldn't see clearly because he was in a dark corner.

"I can double the pay if you want. What do you think?" he added. I just shook my head.

"Sorry, sir! I'm not that kind of woman. If you're looking for someone to please you, you'll have to find someone else," I said, feeling hurt. Just because I work at a club doesn't mean I'm selling myself. That's the only thing I can be proud of because they see me as a lost cause.

That man judged me as if he knew every woman. After I left the room, I continued with my interrupted work. It wasn't long before our shift ended, and we were just arranging the chairs and other things before leaving. While I was tidying up, Sicily approached me and started helping. As I was in the middle of arranging things, Sicily suddenly spoke.

"Hey, thanks for earlier. My stomach was really upset," she said, making me laugh.

"Silly! It's fine. By the way, is your stomach okay now?" I asked, concerned about Sicily. Sicily is my only friend here since, like me, she's also a waitress.

"It's better now, not as painful," she said as we were leaving the club where we work. I was about to head home when Sicily handed me an invitation, so I looked at her curiously.

"I forgot to tell you, it's Sir Adrian's birthday, and it's going to be held at the club, so we're invited," she said. No wonder everyone's preparing-I wasn't up to date.

"Ah, that's why they're getting ready," I said. She nodded.

"And I have more good news," she said. I just kept looking at her, waiting for the good news she mentioned.

"We're not working on Sir Adrian's birthday, and I heard his friends will be there too. You know, the handsome and rich ones, but they're all womanizers," she added. I wasn't surprised that she knew all this-she's the ultimate gossip.

"So what if they're handsome and rich?" I said with a hint of annoyance. It's not about being bitter, but there's really no such thing as forever.

"You're so bitter, my friend! I'm just going to get all dolled up-you never know, one of Sir Adrian's friends might notice me, and I'll become a billionaire instantly," she said, making me shake my head.

"Are you going, friend?" she asked. If I were to go, I wouldn't have anything nice to wear, and of course, I wouldn't have anything to give as a gift.

"Probably not, friend. You know my situation," I said, which made her sad.

"But friend, Sir Adrian said we should be there. We're technically on duty but just enjoying the party. Come on, it's only this once, please," she pleaded, leaving me no choice but to agree, even though I didn't want to.

After our chat, I headed home. But before that, I stopped by Aling Presing's eatery, the only one open even late at night.

After buying food, I walked home. It's not that I don't have fare money, but I really need to save, especially since household expenses are getting bigger.

When I arrived home, I heard Jessica and Jesean talking.

"Sis, do you think Ate Jeaneia will leave us too, like Mom?" my youngest sibling asked.

"I don't think so, little sister. Ate Jeaneia loves us," my second sibling replied.

"But Mom said she loved us too," Jesean responded. If you're wondering where our parents are, they're gone. When our dad died, our mom left us and went off with another man, so I became both mother and father to my siblings.

"I'm here, and I brought something for you!" I said, making them both look at me. They stood up to hug me.

Just one kiss from them, and all my exhaustion disappeared.

After hugging me, Jessica took the plastic bag I was carrying, which contained food, and prepared it on the dining table. Once everything was set, we ate. I hurried to get myself ready because I still had another job to go to-I don't just work as a waitress at the bar.

I also work as a vendor at the market, but this time with my younger sibling.

Once I was ready, I helped Jesean get dressed. Jesean isn't in school yet, but Jessica is, so I have to work extra hard.

When we arrived at the market, I started selling.

"Fresh Pampano, ma'am, it's fresh," I said to the woman looking at the fish, prompting her to approach me.

"How much per kilo, miss?" she asked as she continued selecting her Pampano.

"350 pesos per kilo, ma'am, and it's fresh," I replied, and she continued choosing.

"Two kilos, miss," she said after making her selection, so I handed her a rag to wipe her hands.

"Ma'am, it's a bit over, is it okay? It's 2.4 kilos," I said, and she nodded, so I packed it up.

"That'll be 840 pesos, ma'am," I said, and she handed me a thousand-peso bill. I gave her 160 pesos in change. I was really happy today because I had a lot of customers.

It wasn't long before I had sold everything, and I was incredibly grateful that we finished early. Before heading home, we stopped by the chicken market to buy something for dinner. While we were walking, I noticed my younger sibling glancing at the toys we passed by, so I asked him.

"Do you want that, little one?" I asked, but he shook his head.

"No, Ate, it's a waste of money, and it's not important," he said. I knew he really wanted a toy like the ones his friends had.

Even though we didn't have much money, I wanted to buy him a toy so he could experience something my sister Jessica and I never did. I pulled him into a toy store where you could see all kinds of toys. The quality of the toys was impressive, but the prices were equally shocking.

After we left the toy store, I handed the toy to Jesean. I could see the happiness in his eyes. We then headed straight to the chicken market since that was our main goal. Once we finished buying the chicken, we decided to go home.

While we were walking, my phone suddenly rang-it was Sicily calling.

"Hey, bestie, are you ready? I'm on my way there," she said, which reminded me that today was Sir Adrian's birthday, and I didn't know how to make an excuse.

"Uh, you see, bestie, uh, well, there's uh, something, uh?" I was at a loss for words to explain to Sicily.

"You haven't gotten ready yet, have you? Am I right?" she said, and I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Yes, bestie, I haven't gotten ready, and I don't have anything nice to wear, so I'm not going. I'll explain it to Sir Adrian," I said, wanting to spend time with my two siblings, even if just for a day.

"Don't worry, I'll bring something for you to wear, but you need to be showered by the time I get there," she said. I had no choice but to agree, because, as I mentioned, I can never win an argument with Sicily.

We started walking home.

When we arrived, Jessica wasn't home yet, so I started preparing the ingredients for cooking. I washed the chicken and chopped the ingredients. I decided to cook chicken tinola, and once I finished cooking, I took a shower.

After my shower, Sicily arrived just in time.

She had a box with her. I have to say, Sicily is beautiful fair-skinned, with a well-shaped nose and a perfectly symmetrical face.

She looked even more stunning today.

"Bestie, I know I look beautiful today, actually, I look beautiful every day," she said, making me laugh, and she shot me a mock glare.

"Come on, let's get you ready," she said, sitting me down on a chair and starting to apply various products to my face.

It wasn't long before she finished her long process of making up my face. She handed me a paper bag, which I accepted and took to the room to try on the dress she brought.

Once I put it on, I had to admit it was beautiful, but it was a bit too revealing and fit me a bit too tightly.

I felt shy about coming out because I wasn't sure if it suited me.

"Wow, bestie, it looks great on you! I'm really good at picking outfits," she said, repeatedly insisting that it looked perfect on me.

A little later, Jessica arrived.

"Jessica, please look after Jesean while we're gone," I told my sister.

"Yes, Sister. You both take care. Where are you going, and why are you all dressed up?" Jessica asked.

"Well, it's our boss's birthday today, and we have to be there. I didn't really want to go so we could bond, but Sicily insisted," I explained.

"It's okay, Sister Just have fun and don't worry about us. I'll take care of Jesean," she said, and I nodded, hugging both of them before we left. We didn't want to be late for Sir Adrian's party, even though we weren't that important.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 2

Once we were outside, we got into Sicily's car. I don't know why, but even though she comes from a wealthy family, she still works.

She's SICILY KHALLEX REYES, my only friend. If I were to describe her, she's pretty, clever, mild-mannered, and strategic. She seems to have it all.

She once told me she wanted to be independent, so that's why she works.

When we arrived, we were greeted by a large crowd and loud music. As we made our way inside, my eyes were drawn to a group of men, and I have to say, Sir Adrian looked incredibly handsome in his gray polo and black pants. I noticed one of Sir Adrian's friends looking at me, so I quickly averted my gaze.

I know them all because they're often the topic of gossip among my coworkers, especially Sicily, who has a crush on Sir Reid.

First, Sir Adrian is known for being fond of women and even owns his own bar. He's also the oldest of the group, at 26 years old, and has another business.

Second, Sir Ethan is a skilled doctor, but when he sets his mind on something, he's determined to get it. He comes from a wealthy family and is also 26 years old, like Sir Adrian.

Third, there's Sir Reid-not Red-who is a famous actor. Many people admire him, both men and women, including Sicily, because of his acting skills. He's 25 years old.

And finally, Sir Dedrick is a well-known businessman throughout the country. Many people are intimidated by him because of his cold demeanor, but despite his stern treatment, many women and girls are infatuated with him.

Suddenly, Sicily grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waitress and handed one to me.

"Bestie, I don't want it. I don't drink," I said, as I really didn't want to drink. I admit that I'm not good with alcohol, and I'm worried I won't handle its effects well.

"Come on, bestie, just this once! And did you know this is the most expensive wine in this club? Let's try it while it's free," she insisted. She was right; this is the most expensive wine here.

There's nothing wrong with trying it, right? So, I accepted it and took a sip. Sh*t, it tastes so bitter!

It was so bitter that I couldn't hide the grimace on my face. The taste was really awful.

"This is delicious, bestie, I want more," Sicily said. What's delicious about it? The taste is so bitter; this girl must be crazy.

The emcee, who was flamboyant, said something, and then Sir Adrian walked out. Sir Adrian is so handsome!

" Sir Adrian said in his long English speech, and we all applauded. The emcee continued talking, but I didn't listen anymore.

I didn't realize how much I had drunk. I was starting to feel dizzy. I felt like someone had been watching me for a while, so I looked around, but there was no one there. Maybe it was just my imagination. When I felt the need to go to the restroom, I told Sicily.

"Bestie, I'm just going to the restroom," I said, and she nodded as I stood up. I almost stumbled, but luckily, I kept my balance. I headed to the restroom. As I walked, I felt a sudden wave of dizziness and had to hold my head.

I lost my balance and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the fall. Fortunately, someone caught me by the waist, and I felt them lift me up. I didn't pay attention to who it was and just let myself drift into sleep.

AFTER TWO WEEKS

I've been forcing myself to forget what happened to me over the past two weeks. I've been trying to act normal and not think about it. I've noticed many changes in myself during these two weeks that I don't understand. There are things I like now that I didn't before, and I've become very moody, getting irritated by small things. I'm in the bathroom now because I feel nauseous again, but nothing is coming out.

"Bestie, are you okay? I've noticed you've been like this every day. I told you to get a check-up," she said, nagging me. She's been urging me to see a doctor, but I'm scared-what if I'm sick? What will happen to my two siblings?

"I'm okay, bestie. I just didn't have breakfast before coming in." I lied. Even though I was confused about what was happening to me, I stood up to return to my interrupted work. As I stepped out of the bathroom, my vision suddenly spun.

SICILY's Point of View

I'm getting worried about Jeaneia. She's been changing, always nauseous, and we're in the bathroom again because she feels sick. I've been insisting that she get checked, but she refuses. I know she's scared, which is why she doesn't want to go. After she was done, she stepped out, and I followed. As we were walking out, I noticed she was weak. I was shocked when she suddenly collapsed, but thankfully, I caught her.

I called for help from our co-workers to take Jeaneia to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, she was attended to immediately. A doctor approached me and asked,

"What happened to the patient?" asked the handsome doctor. Oh my god, I think my panties just dropped.

"Well, she's been feeling dizzy, then she vomited and suddenly lost consciousness," I explained. The doctor asked more questions, and I answered them all. After that, I waited for the doctor attending to Jeaneia to come out so I could find out how my best friend was doing.

After a while, the doctor came out, and I approached him.

"Doc, how is my friend?" I asked, feeling nervous about what the results might be.

"She's fine, but I have something to tell you," the doctor said, making me even more anxious.

"Your friend is..."

Jeaneia's Point of View

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a white ceiling. I realized I was in the hospital, so I looked around. I stopped when I saw Sicily, who was giving me a harsh look, which confused me.

"Why are you pregnant?" Sicily suddenly shouted, shocking me. Me, pregnant? This can't be.

"What? Me?" I asked in disbelief because my mind couldn't accept what she said.

"Who else? Me?" Sicily snapped, making me bow my head because I didn't know how to respond.

"You said you didn't have a boyfriend, and that there were no secrets between us," she said, and I remained silent, knowing she was really angry.

"I'm sorry, bestie. Please forgive me," I said, mustering the courage to look at her while holding her hand. It's my fault. If I had told her earlier, she wouldn't be this mad.

"I'll only forgive you if you tell me who the father of the baby is," she said, and I nodded.

"Do you remember Sir Adrian's birthday?" I asked, and she nodded.

"And when I asked to go to the bathroom?" I asked again, and she nodded once more.

"Well, bestie, while I was walking to the bathroom, I lost my balance. I was waiting to fall, but time passed, and I didn't feel anything, so I opened my eyes. I saw an angelic face, and then I don't remember anything else. When I woke up, I was in a hotel room with no clothes on," I explained, starting to cry. She hugged me.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, bestie. I just didn't know. I'm really sorry," she said, and I cried even more as we hugged.

"Bestie, I have a question. Who is the father of the baby?" she asked, and I shook my head because I really didn't know who the father was.

"I don't know, bestie. When I woke up, I was alone. Only money and a necklace were left," I said, and she nodded.

"Where are the money and the necklace?" she asked.

"I left the money, but I kept the necklace," I replied, and she nodded again.

"Bestie, what will I do now? I don't know what to do. My two siblings are relying on me," I said.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I'll help you, I promise," she said, and I hugged her. I'm so lucky to have Sicily; she's more like a sister than a friend. I didn't stay long in the hospital because I didn't want the bill to get too high, so I decided to leave.

The next day, I went to work immediately. Sicily didn't want me to go in, telling me I should rest instead, but I couldn't neglect my job. I also brought the necklace that the stranger left behind to show to Sicily.

While I was walking, I accidentally bumped into someone, causing me to drop the necklace I was holding.

I looked up to see the person I bumped into, and it turned out to be one of Sir Adrian's friends.

"Sorry, Sir Ethan," I said, bowing my head, but I didn't hear a response. When I looked at Sir Ethan, he was staring at the necklace that had fallen.

"That necklace belongs to Dedrick," he said, which surprised me.

"Are you sure, sir?" I asked. If that necklace belongs to Sir Dedrick, does that mean he's the father of the baby I'm carrying?

"He's been looking for it for a long time. It was lost after Adrian's party. Where did you find it?" he asked.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 3

"Ah, I found it while I was cleaning. That's why I brought it with me to find the owner," I lied.

"Alright, I have something important to do, so I'll be on my way. You can return the necklace to Dedrick yourself; it's very important to him. Here's his address," he said, handing me Sir Dedrick's address. I just nodded as he left. I kept staring in the direction Sir Ethan had gone when I was startled by someone calling me loudly.

"JEANEIA AREVALO, it looks like the pregnant lady is in love!" Sicily said, making me glare at her as she laughed. She's so annoying!

"No, I'm not," I denied.

"Oh really? You couldn't take your eyes off Sir Ethan," she teased.

"Can you stop it, Besh? I have something important to tell you," I said, so she became serious, knowing I was being sincere. I told her everything I had found out-that the necklace belongs to Sir Dedrick. She was shocked.

"Are you sure, Besh?" she asked, and I nodded. I knew she couldn't believe it either.

"Sir Ethan wouldn't lie, right?" I said, and she nodded in agreement.

"Right. Sir Ethan doesn't lie," she said.

"So, Besh, what's your plan now that you know who the father of your child is?" she asked, but I didn't know what to say or do.

"I don't know, Besh. I don't know what to do," I replied.

"Besh, he has the right to know that you're carrying his child. You should go to the address Sir Ethan gave you and tell him that you're pregnant with his baby," she insisted, but I shook my head.

"Besh, it's not that easy. I'm scared of what might happen. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he doesn't want the baby?" I said, genuinely fearful of the possibility that he might not accept us.

"Whether he accepts it or not, what's important is that you told him," she said.

She was right. "You'll go to the address Sir Ethan gave you and tell him you're pregnant. Do we understand each other?" she said, and I just nodded.

Sicily is here at my house right now. I don't know why she's here.

"Besh, I brought you some green apples. Jessica said you like them," she said, so I looked at the green apple. My eyes lit up as I stared at it.

"Thank you, Besh," I said. Earlier, I was annoyed, but now I'm happy because I can eat what I've been craving-it must be because of my pregnancy.

We talked about what I'm going to do tomorrow.

She reminded me to go to Sir Dedrick's address and tell him... that he's the father of our child, and maybe he'll accept us.

She didn't stay long because she had something else to do.

I didn't have anything else to do, so I went upstairs to rest.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling nervous about what might happen tomorrow.

I'm scared but also excited, anxious that he might reject us, but happy if he accepts us.

I finally decided to sleep; it wouldn't be good to stay up late, especially with a baby growing inside me. I fell asleep thinking about what I would do tomorrow.

Everything will be fine..

Morning

I woke up early because I was hungry again, and I've noticed that I've been getting hungry more often lately.

I'm always hungry these days.

When I went downstairs, I found Jessica cooking, which made me look at her curiously, then at the clock-it was only 5 am, and she was already awake.

"Why are you cooking so early?" I asked her, but she didn't respond. She just continued cooking, then placed a plate and spoon on the table.

"I know you're going to be hungry, so eat a lot for my future niece or nephew," she said, gently rubbing my stomach.

It's good that Jessica accepts you, my child; I hope your father will accept you too.

After eating, I took a shower because today I'm going to tell Mr. Dedrick that I'm pregnant.

Even though I'm nervous, I'll gather my courage so that my child can have a father.

I don't want them to experience a broken family or grow up without a father's support.

When I left, I waited for a tricycle, and it didn't take long for one to pass by.

While I was riding, I couldn't sit still, so I just fiddled with my fingers.

As we approached the address Sir Ethan gave me, I got off and paid.

"This building is huge," I thought to myself, feeling overwhelmed by its size, especially imagining what it would be like at the top.

I decided to go in, but the security guard stopped me. I told him I needed to return something important and showed him the necklace I had with me, explaining that I wanted to return it to their boss personally.

He agreed because he said the necklace was important to their boss. I also asked him which floor their boss's office was on, and he said it was on the 45th floor-the only room on that floor. I thanked him and left.

I was now in front of the elevator, waiting for it to open. When it did, I stepped inside and pressed the button for the 45th floor.

Now I'm standing outside the office, just standing there because I'm nervous about what will happen when I confess. What if he doesn't accept it? What if he rejects me? What will I do then? I don't know what to do.

Until I finally decided to knock.

"Come in," he said coldly. That's what I was afraid of.

When I entered, I found him busy signing papers on his desk.

"What brings you here?" he asked emotionlessly, which made me even more nervous. I almost wanted to leave and run far away to escape the anxiety I was feeling. I didn't know how to tell him why I came.

"Because I have something to say," I stammered, which made him look at me before returning his gaze to the papers.

"What do you want to say? Please hurry, because I'm busy," he said coldly, so I took a deep breath before summoning the courage to tell him.

"B-because I-I'm pregnant," I stammered, and he stopped signing and looked at me without any emotion.

"So? What do you expect from me?" he said, making me cry, but I quickly wiped my tears. I was getting more nervous about what might happen next.

"Because you're the father!" I said bravely, though in truth, I was already feeling weak.

"Then abort it," he said emotionlessly, so I quickly approached him and slapped him. How dare he suggest aborting his own child? Is he crazy?

"Are you out of your mind? You want to kill your own child?" I shouted at him after slapping him.

"Are you sure it's mine?" he asked, which confused me.

'What does he mean by that?' I thought, feeling lost because I didn't understand what he was implying.

"Oh, look at you. You're not sure, are you? So sad. What if it's not mine? You work at the bar; what if you're using your own child to get some money from me? You know, more women come here with the same reason! STOP PRETENDING! HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT?" he insulted me, leaving me speechless. But I'm sure that the baby inside me is his.

"Name the price, make it fast. I have something important to do," he said.

"What do you think of me, a gold digger? My child doesn't need your money," I said.

"Then what do you want from me?" he asked, puzzled. Doesn't he understand what I'm trying to say?

"Take responsibility for me!" I said without hesitation, even though I was afraid of what he might answer.

"What? Hell no!" he shouted, which made me angry. He wanted this, and now he's rejecting it? What about my child?

"No way, I have a girlfriend, and I love her," he said. Does this mean he won't take responsibility for me?

"What about me? At least for the sake of the child, I'm begging you," I pleaded. I don't want my child to grow up without a father.

"I don't care about you and your f*cking son. Just leave my f*cking office, or else I'll call my bodyguard to drag you out," he said, so I knelt in front of him.

"Please, I'm begging you. This is your child," I pleaded. I know I must look desperate, but I'm doing this so my child can have a father.

"Are you deaf? I said-" he didn't finish his sentence because a beautiful voice interrupted him.

"Hi babe, I'm here," said a beautiful woman. When she approached her boyfriend, she looked at me with curiosity.

"Sorry, who are you? And why are you kneeling before my boyfriend?" she asked, but I didn't have the strength to answer her question.

What should I say, that I'm begging her scumbag boyfriend to take responsibility for me?

"Nothing, babe. She's just my employee, and she's kneeling because she made a mistake," Mr. Chavilier lied to his girlfriend.

I was about to speak, but Mr. Chavilier gave me a look so deadly that if looks could kill, I would already be a cold corpse.

"Babe, don't be harsh on your employee," his girlfriend said as she helped me stand up. I looked at Mr. Chavilier, and he was still giving me a hateful glare.

"You can leave now. Be careful next time

To Be Continued..