Carrying A Baby For The Billionaire CEO

"No Hun, my flight was late so I wouldn't be home till tomorrow." Stephen announced through the phone as he stared blankly at his watch; he had worn that particular piece for three years now, not because it was worth half a million dollars, which was its worth by the way, but because of the sentiments attached to it.

"Oh Noo...Jenny whined from the other end of the phone, the disappointment in her voice was very audible but Stephen turned deaf ears to them. "But I made preparations to welcome you today, you should have just booked a private aircraft." She grumbled.

"I know, babe... I promise I will make it up to you when I come back tomorrow." Stephen insisted.

She grumbled and mumbled a few more words and then she sighed. "Fine, I will see you tomorrow." She uttered sadly.

"Thank you babe, I love you..." he teased with a warm smile on his face. He was naturally a handsome young man, with just the right amount of melanin that people at times mistake him to be mixed, but he was completely a white dude.

"Yeah, whatever." Jenny grumbled and hung up on him.

Stephen smiled and shook his head, he knew she was disappointed but he had to do it. Now of course he had lied, as a matter of fact he was standing in a discreet hotel right now in Las Vegas, his flight had landed about thirty minutes ago and he ditched the driver sent to pick him up.

Being the City's most eligible bachelor came with its advantages and of course disadvantages; right now the latter was weighing on him. He had a very rough flight and didn't want another noisy evening which was to be expected at home.

People might think being from such a wealthy family came with peace and comfort but not the Grey family, they were definitely more noisy than your average middle class family. After a week of strenuous meetings and office work, the CEO of Grey enterprises had returned to his hometown and just wanted a night of peace to himself. He wanted to be alone and get some rest before returning to his family tomorrow.

Those people wouldn't care that he had been on a flight for eighteen hours; they would still go ahead and trouble him for the rest of the night. So knowing them too well, especially his fiancée Jenny, Stephen thought it was best to drop in at a hotel tonight, and then return to the Calvary tomorrow. Without doubt, he knew they would throw him a welcome party. By God, he had only been gone for a week, so why the drama?

Stephen stared out to the moon as it slowly hid its face in the darkness, escaping into the clouds. It was a beautiful evening and he had no regrets for wanting to spend it alone. He had just checked into the hotel with a decoy card which was in a way legal, it was just a means to hide his identity for people who didn't know him but the receptionist and the young lady who had shown him to his room seemed to have easily recognized him.

Stephen went ahead to switch off his phone and then walked to the bed as he waited patiently for his whiskey. He had requested something strong even though it meant a hangover tomorrow, but he planned to get drunk tonight and sleep till it was the next day. Getting drunk overnight helps him concentrate the following day.

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Anastasia finally found Rachel at the hotel private bar downstairs; she had searched half of the building for her. As the red haired pretty young lady got closer, she noticed that her coworker was in a good mood today. Well, Rachel was always grumbling about something, it was like she was being forced to do the job, but today was different. As she stood in front of the counter, waiting on the bar man to deliver her orders, a grin was plastered on her face.

"What is the happy face all about?" Ana asked with a smile as she gently brushed shoulders with Rachel and placed her elbows on the counter to support the weight of her body.

Rachel chuckled and turned to face her. "I didn't see you there, why asking? You don't like to see me happy or what?" she joked.

Ana laughed softly. "Of course not mate; I am just not used to seeing you not wearing a frown, you must be in high spirits tonight. Let me in on the secret." She teasingly requested.

"Don't be silly, I only grumble when I am made to do work. Wait, that isn't why you are here, is it?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows, a look of suspicion and scrutiny.

"Ugh!" Ana groaned while clicking her teeth together in hesitance. "Yeah, the boss wants to see you." she finally announced.

"I knew it, that bastard wouldn't give me a minute without some dirty work. He wouldn't get to boss me around for long anyway," she retorted.

"Wow... Calm down girl, you are not resigning, are you?" Ana asked with a scrutinizing look, not like she cared what Rachel did with her life, but if Rachel resigned, it just meant more work for poor Anastasia.

"It depends on how this night goes," Rachel said with a little giggle. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and then she turned back to Ana and whispered. "Did you see that guy who just lodged in a VIP room?"

Ana looked around in confusion not knowing why she was whispering and then she turned back. "Yeah, who is he?" she queried.

"Keep your voice low," Rachel whispered and quickly checked to see if the barman was listening to them, but the grumpy dude was busy sorting out drinks. "That guy is the City's most eligible bachelor, the industrious son of the Grey Family." she announced.

"Um... I haven't heard of him," Ana replied honestly.

"Ugh!" Rachel mumbled with a look of disappointment. "You are so boring; do you even have a social life? Never mind, that guy is my ticket out of poverty; that is all I can tell you for now. Wait for the full gist tomorrow, and inform your silly boss that I will be with him shortly, I need to deliver this fifteen thousand dollars whiskey to my client," she giggled and cat-walked off with a bottle and a tray with a wine cup.

Ana stood there feeling even more confused than ever, she sighed and shook her head; just then her eyes awkwardly met with that of the barman, he smiled at her and she nervously smiled back, then she walked away. She wondered what was so special about this guest and why she thought he was her ticket out of poverty; come to think of it, that dude didn't even look friendly from the little grasp of view she had caught of him.

She decided to ignore whatever Rachel was up to and focus on her job. As much as she didn't want Rachel to quit the job, she didn't want to lose hers either; her family heavily depends on it.

To be continued!!

Rachel knocks gently on the door while balancing the weight of the tray on the other hand, she tries to hide her excitement and act normal as footsteps approach the door. This was her one chance of a better life, an opportunity she had been waiting for since she took this job.

She had submitted a job application to the hotel three months back not because she loved the job or she was willing to make a living out of it, but she saw it as an opening to find wealthy men like Stephen Grey. Knowing that all men have one weakness, which as a woman was the only thing she had to offer, she intended to use it to get what she wants.

If she could lure one of this billionaires into a romantic relationship whether in or out of law, she was finally going to leave the slums of Las Vegas and dine with the elites; Rachel was willing to do whatever it takes, she knew that most of this men had dark desires which they cannot fulfill with their wives, many of them enjoy the act of sexual torture or BDSM as it is fondly called, so if she was to be a Sub to an older rich man, she wouldn't have to worry about the afflictions of poverty anymore.

For the first three months as a hotel staff and working in the room service department, Rachel had been unsuccessful with her goal. The rich older men who had visited the hotel in these three months had come with their own ladies, women twice younger than them. Of course, the older men were the best options if your goal was to get wealthy. The young men are not usually as caring and freehanded as the older men who had little or nothing to worry about.

So today, Rachel finally felt like the stars had shown on her. Stephen wasn't an older guy, but he was stinking rich and rumors had it that he was getting married, which meant he was interested in women. All she needed to do was stir up those dark desires in him, lure out the passion and lust buried deep in all men and use it to get what she wanted. All she needed was one night in his bed and she would ensure to capitalize on it and turn her life around.

The door was finally opened after what felt like hours but in reality it was just two minutes. She came to face Stephen who was on a phone call with his business phone. He pointed to the glass transparent table in the room, directing her to put the order there while he slowly walked back to the window side.

Rachel was disappointed that he barely exchanged eye contact with her but she was glad that he had left an opening for her to move on to the next stage of her plan. She quickly walked to the transparent round table and placed the bottle of whiskey and glass cup, and then she tapped the empty glass, allowing a dusty substance that she had put in her fingernails to drop into the cup. Just a little quantity was all she needed; it was very expensive but would serve its purpose.

When she noticed he wasn't looking, she opened the bottle of whiskey and began to turn it into the glass cup. It was at that moment that she heard him speak to her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he yelled as he turned to her immediately. "I didn't permit you to do that, now leave!" he scolded as he ended the call.

"I am sorry, Sir." She apologized immediately, faking an expression of remorse. "Is there something else that you would need for the night, Sir?" she asked with a shaking voice.

Stephen sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you, but next time ask permission before you pour whiskey for anyone." He said softly.

She looked up to face him and she smiled mildly. "Thank you Sir, and I am sorry about that," she responded.

Rachel couldn't help but notice that he had a heart shaped face which was very attractive, the package came with a pointed chin, a wide forehead and a slender jawline with very sharp lines. He was not just handsome, he was very manly. He had short but well-kept beards, with a tiny line of sideburns and his gray eyes reflected with the light. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that his last name is Gray.

What she found most attractive was his shiny light brown hair, he was carrying a classic Taper haircut which complimented the mustache and beard; he had brushed the quiff upwards to give him the celebrity look. His lips were attractively pink, and given the amount of melanin he had for a white guy. He wasn't the usual pale white male, he was a bit dim but not of color either; he was just somewhere in between.

"It is fine, I checked while you were gone and I couldn't find the towels in the bathroom. I will take that as a mistake which should not happen again, should I have to visit here some other time. Please go fetch me fresh towels and don't spend the whole night out there, be back in a jiffy." He instructed.

"I apologize for that, Sir... I will provide that immediately." Rachel uttered with a bowed head, trying to sound cute and then she slowly walked away, making sure she displayed her assets on her way out. Jiggling her boobs and letting her backside dance.

The good thing about their hotel policies is that they were allowed to wear whatever outfit they chose, as long as it was white and black and formal attire as well. She had put on a short satin skirt and a white top that accentuated her boobs, then she had left her first two buttons open on purpose. Of course, it was an act of seduction; her only disappointment was that it was luring the wrong guys.

Her coworkers and the hotel manager would always stare at her lustfully, but they were below her standards in a man so they could only get to stare and make their attempts at her, but they didn't stand a chance. Maybe if the owner of the hotel was around to fall for that seduction, it would have been worth it.

As Rachel left the room, she smiled to herself feeling accomplished. She had purposely taken out the hotel towels when she was preparing the room for him; she had hoped that he didn't bring a towel with him, so that she could have a reason to return to his room. Now that she had drugged him, she would return for the final stage of her plan. There was only one way this night would end, and it was with her on his bed.

To be continued!!

Stephen had just poured the last drop of the whiskey in the cup into his mouth and clenched his face as it burnt through his heart. Aside from the fact that it was burning hotter than regular, he could tell there was something strange with the drink but he didn't know what it was.

Stephen climbed on the bed, leaving the rest of the drink on the table, he was already feeling dizzy and now he started to regret not having a shower first. The room service had not returned with the towel he asked for, so he was still dressed in a white robe and underwear.

This wasn't how he had planned his perfect evening, he had to fight the dizziness if he didn't want to go to bed without a shower, and where the hell was the hotel staff he had sent to get a towel almost thirty minutes ago? This place literally had the worst customer service in his experience.

Stephen was still worrying about the dizziness when he noticed something else; he was growing a bulge in his pants and it got harder with every passing second. That was a very strange experience, he knew whiskey puts him in the mood but this was different. He was growing an erection in less than an hour of drinking, and he wasn't even thinking anything sexual at the least.

Stephen sighed and closed his eyes, trying to make it go away but the feeling increased. It was like something was pushing his hormones to act against its will, he didn't just grow an erection, his mind was simulating to the same hormones as well and he was slowly losing it. It had to be the whiskey, there might have been some improvements to its recipe that explains his sudden urge for sex, his craving and desire to achieve release of dopamine in his system.

Knowing that he couldn't achieve that through the first hand means, he decided to go for the second option; a cold shower; Stephen climbed down the bed immediately and took off his robes, leaving him half naked in nothing but an underwear; he was starting to see things in doubles but that was the least of his concern. He needed to get rid of his craving more urgently than his desire to be sober.

Stephen walked to the bathroom and then he paused, he decided to give the lady a few more minutes to deliver the towels as there was no substitute for it. He walked back to the room and began to pace around, he was sweating profusely and all he could think about was sex... he had never felt this way before, not even with a full bottle of whiskey, regardless of the brand.

Stephen at that moment was beginning to regret not going home. Yes, they would have given him a hard night but at least it would have ended with his fiancée on his bed by his side, he wished she was here right now to satisfy his urge and lustful desires. With the way his third leg was pushing hard against his underwear, he felt so uncomfortable and it was very frustrating as well. maybe this was his punishment for lying to his family and his wife in particular; he was in the same city as her, he should have just gone home.

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After waiting for half an hour, Rachel picked up the fresh towels from the hotel store room and headed out. She was certain that the effects of the drug in the whiskey must have begun to affect Stephen Grey; that was her cue to proceed to the next step. All she needed was a night together in bed with a horny and drunk Stephen Gray and then her life would change forever. She had slid her cell phone into her pocket with intentions to take naked pictures of them after the deed; she needed them for blackmail if the case he refuses to continue with their relationship on his own accord.

She knew all these rich people; they would discard you once their need for you is over, she didn't want to fall for that again, she had been a victim of that once and she had no evidence to fight back, but now she was well prepared. Stephen Gray was the man who would give her a good life; if luck happens to be on her side, then maybe this one night stand would lead to bearing a son for the Billionaire CEO.

Rachel had just stepped into the staff room where she intended to document her records for tonight and sign out as she expected that this was the end of her shift for today and possible forever. To make sure no one is searching for her while she is doing her thing in the Billionaire's hotel room, she needs to sign off and clear her records for the day.

"Rachel... good thing you came by, Did Anna here not mention that I asked to see you?" the manager announced as soon as she walked in.

Rachel growled silently and cursed inwards. She despised this man and he hated her just as much. Ever since she refused to open her legs to him, he had been on her tail and found an excuse to give her extra work.

"Yeah, she informed me but I was busy with a..." she was interrupted before she could complete the words.

"It is fine, you are here now, come with me," the curly haired manager instructed as he walked to her. There were other staff members in the room, including Anastasia.

"Um... Sir, I actually need to send these fresh towels to one of our clients. The one in room 27 of the VIP ward, he is in dire need of it." She announced immediately, hoping for an escape.

"You are in charge of that room for the day, so why did you not send the towels there ahead of time? Did you really have to wait for someone to lodge there before sending them a towel?" he scolded.

Rachel growled and muttered a few words with an eye roll before responding. "I am sorry about that Sir, it won't happen again."

"Yeah, it better not. Now give them to Ana and come with me," he ordered.

"Huh? I was just about to do it, Sir..." she argued.

"I said you should let Ana do it, I have something else for you. Now come along with me and don't waste more time." He instructed and turned to the door.

"Please Sir, just let me..."

"Give the damn towels to Ana!!" he yelled and turned back to her. "What is wrong with you? That was an instruction. If you do not want to keep your job anymore, you can just let me know." He added, an angry expression etched on his face.

Rachel sighed and cursed silently at him and then she turned to Ana and rolled her eyes at her. She walked to her in haste and dumped the towels in her arms before hissing and walking after the manager. Anna stood there confused on what the reaction was all about, she then sighs and heads to deliver the towels herself. The last thing she wanted was to get involved in all of this drama; she knew exactly what was going on between these two and she kind of blamed Rachel for always dressing seductively; what exactly did she expect after jiggling her boobs in front of a man with a functioning third leg?

To be continued!!