Last One Night-Stand With The Billionaire CEO

Nova Bassey's POV»

Tears sipped from my eyes as I squeezed the papers in my hand. That bloody bastard! After everything I did for him for three years straight! He went right out to impregnate another woman and slammed divorce papers in my face.

My parents' words had been haunting me ever since I found out he was a cheat. "He doesn't love you and will leave you for a richer and prettier woman soon enough." Not only did my parents say that to me but the people around me as well.

Now that I had been rendered useless, mummified with debts from head to toe, he actually left me for a richer and prettier woman.

I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror that stood in the hotel room and watched the tears roll down my face before wiping them off.

I needed a distraction before dark thoughts would fill my mind, so I decided to drink until I dropped. No fun drinking alone in my room, that would only make me feel more pathetic than I already was.

A club was the perfect distraction, and who knew maybe the universe would bless me with a handsome man to take my worries away for the night.

Nothing I had was good enough for a club. Who needed clubbing outfits when you worked day and night without rest?

Luckily for me, there were a few times I'd have to attend special events, so I went through those clothes instead.

Nothing was as eye-catching as the dark red off-shoulder dress I owned. It effortlessly showed my curves and the top of my full breast peaked out from it.

I wanted to show some skin, and it was perfect as its length was only a little above my thigh.

The young blonde receptionist couldn't seem to hide how surprised she was to see me. Just that morning when I checked in, I was nothing but a mess.

"Wow, Miss Bassey, you look amazing." She complimented as she tried to hide her surprise. Though it failed.

When was the last time I received a compliment?

"I know," I smiled. "What's the closet club around here?"

"DareDevils. Hail a cab and they'll take you straight there."

I nodded with a brief smile before leaving the reception.

The air was refreshing. The road bustled with cars and bikes and the livelihood seemed promising. A cab stopped in front of me and the young-looking driver seemed dazed as his eyes landed on me.

I hopped in the backseat and did my seatbelt. "DareDevils." The words came out as plain as ever.

He nodded his head and began driving.

As much as I hated it, my ex-husband, Marvin, clouded my thoughts and made me feel bitter inside. I still loved him and hated myself for that.

The only thing that made me smile was how the driver occasionally peaked at me through the front mirror.

His driving skills were so smooth that I hardly realized it when the car came to a stop. I paid him and walked away. A cab driver wasn't the kind of fun I was looking for tonight.

Welcomed by the giant red double D's on the building wall, I inhaled before going in.

As I had expected, a lot of men were attracted to my beauty and even guys with women with them turned around to look at me. The night was just starting.

Knocking twice to get the bartender's attention, a young lady with piercings all over her face walked over to get my order as I sat down on the free stool. "Give me the hardest you've got."

Her hair was spiked up like an animé character and her lips were buried in a black color that matched her eyeshadow. Even with her goth makeup, she was pretty.

She was completely topless and wore red string panties with confidence as she served her customers.

Her black lips formed a twisted smile. Judging from the look on her pierced face, it would indeed be very hard. But I didn't mind, the point was to drop after all.

In front of me sat a small shot looking like a normal whiskey and I asked myself, what harm could this cute little thing do?

Turned out, it was a cute devil as it burnt down my throat and caused my face to scrunch ugly for more than a second. The feeling, though, was exhilarating! It made my entire body come alive in an instant though I was covered in goosebumps.

"It's that hard, huh?"

My head twisted to the side as I heard a deep voice beside me and my eyes took in the handsomeness of a bright young man with brown hair and taunting blue eyes. I could tell he was broad-shouldered and masculine from the way his shirt held on to him so firmly, and he was the kind of fun I was looking for. He shot me with the brightest smile and I felt my nipples harden.

His eyes looked me up and down, and I could have sworn he licked his lips.

"Pretty much, but not as hard as I am right now." I was taken aback by how forward I had been and a part of me silently begged he didn't think of me as an easy slut.

His smile froze as he gazed at me, giving me tingly feelings in my middle. "Would you like me to ease you up?" His brows twitched up as he asked.

I felt my lips curve into a smile and I grabbed his hand for him to lead me out of the club. Thank you universe for heading my prayer!

His car was beyond impressive, but I had known earlier that he was a rich kid. We drove down to my hotel and went straight to my room to get down to business.

The receptionist gave me a sly smile as she saw us walk in, and my cheeks burnt red.

His touch was gentle but mind-ravaging! Slowly and tenaciously, he trailed down my body, feeling my curves and destroying my sense of reasoning.

My hands wrapped around his neck as he placed a soft and gentle kiss on my lips that felt as though it had been the breeze! Boy did he know how to tease a woman.

I didn't even realize it as he undid my zip. My nerves were on edge as I felt my dress slide down my body to the floor. Our kiss depended on and I was left moaning. I would have moaned out his name if only I had known it.

A hand cupped my tits and stroked my already hard nipples and all I wanted was to feel him inside me already.

Every kiss and every touch pushed me further and further out of my mind until I was completely insane.

I was left surprised at how his touches had effortlessly driven me out of my mind.

Nova Bassey's POV»

I choked as I tried to swallow my own saliva. "What?"

The doctor only looked just as plain as he did a few seconds later when he destroyed me with the words that came out of his mouth. "You're pregnant, Miss Bassey."

"Pregnant? How?! "Why?!" It wasn't like I didn't know how or why it happened, but I still needed to ask. How?!

"I don't think you need me to tell you how and why you are pregnant, Miss Bassey." He said with so much casualness.

It was almost like he was used to getting such reactions from women who came for a pregnancy test.

Why, universe? Why punish me like this? I had hoped and prayed it wasn't this. Of course, I had my doubts, the only plausible reason I was in that room at the moment. A little vomiting and nausea could always mean something else, I had told myself, even when it happened persistently for weeks.

There was no doubt that the stranger I had had a one-night stand with was responsible. I hadn't slept with any man in weeks before him and after him as well.

Tears pricked my eyes where I sat, and I let them fall. I knew crying would never solve anything, but I needed the moment.

Maybe the doctor's office wasn't a suitable place though. I took to my feet and thanked the doctor before leaving.

A week after the best sex of my life, I had regained myself at a new company and paying my debt would be an easier feat now. My colleagues and I were to devise notable ideas to enhance the growth of our company. It was more of a competition and I had to present my idea tomorrow!

How could I ever focus now? I took to researching, who knew maybe working a little might take it off my mind.

Unlike my colleagues, I came up with a meal kit project which I believe would be remarkable if only I could bring myself to defend it well.

All I ever did was ask myself how I would present the news to my parents. How was I to tell them I got pregnant after a one-night stand? That I didn't even know the name of my child's father?

I love children, but this was by far the worst way to have one.

Alone with nothing but my emotions, I allowed the tears to flow down my face and unto my pillow as I laid on the bed and prayed for sleep to sweep me off my feet.

My hands couldn't help but to rub the flat surface of my stomach. In a few more weeks, I will already have a bump!

All I did was hate and condemn myself until I fell asleep.

Early to bed is early to rise and late to bed, well, late to rise. "Shit!" I jumped up from my bed as my clock displayed thirty to eight. "What is wrong with this damn alarm?!" I yelled as I ran straight to the bathroom.

Hurriedly, I brushed and bathed and put on the clothes I had picked out for the special day. Thank God I did! Getting to the office was no less than fifteen minutes and I thanked God again for the last-minute entry he allowed me.

Everyone else had already arrived and Justin heaved a sigh of relief as he saw me walk in. More like barge in.

Justin, whom we all referred to as Mr Smith, was the team leader of my group and on hearing my project, he had so much hope for it and believed it would give our team the spotlight we deserved and, well, desperately needed.

He gave me a look that screamed, "you-better-ace-this-or-you're-dead-meat" and I managed a confident smile.

I would ace it, I knew it. I had prepared for this for weeks and my team was counting on me. I introduced myself to the board, and I was pleased with how smoothly it came out.

"My name is Nova Bassey and today, I will brief you on the meal kit project I have designed."

Justin gave me a nod of approval that boosted my confidence. My USB drive was ready and so was I. It was no hard feat at all! As I spoke, they all gave nods of approval, and it made me feel so proud.

At a far distance in the conference room, a face I hadn't noticed as I barged in earlier caught my attention and the way his blue eyes taunted me felt all too familiar.

And that was when I remembered. "Bloody hell..." I muttered.

"Huh?" Justin asked, and it was at that moment I realized the words came out audibly.

I immediately apologized and continued with my presentation. Once, when my eyes landed on my one-night stand, I could tell he had a smirk on his face. He must remember me too.

Minutes later, my presentation ended with a round of approving applause. Justin beamed at me and I managed a smile.

"I think this is the perfect project to gain more popularity for our company." "Lately, its products haven't been doing well, and a meal kit would definitely be the perfect one," Mr Cosby remarked.

The manager of the company found my idea the perfect one yet? I almost screeched with excitement but, thankfully, managed to hold it in. Not the wide grin on my face though, that remained, and I made no attempt to hide my joy.

With that conquered, I took my leave. The man whose name I didn't know returned to my head and haunted my thoughts. That cursed smirk on his face, those taunting eyes that made me swoon the moment I looked into them, the eyes I looked into as he made love to me and fucked my brain out. The ones I looked into as I clung onto him like a baby as he made me moan till I couldn't breathe.

Those blue eyes that locked with mine as I took his harness down my throat with his hand holding my hair into a ponytail. I looked into those blue eyes for several hours as he made love to me and made me reach orgasm more than I can remember.

Now those eyes have come back to haunt me.

I almost slapped myself as a smile tried to creep on my face at the fact that I knew that beneath that suit shirt he had on, laid the perfect set of abs that pressed against me. Those strong arms of his pinned me to my bed and those lips! Oh! Those lips sucked and kissed me everywhere!

I have to admit, it was the best sex of my life. And also the longest. I guess this was the price to pay for breaking my sex record.

Before I bumped into him again, I hurried out of the office to get some well-needed fresh air as my body burnt like hell now.

I couldn't help but wonder if he had met me in different circumstances. Would he have anything to say to me?

Benedict Quin's POV»

In one gulp, I emptied my glass into my mouth and heaved a sigh. For over a month now, my mind has been a place for only those eighteen and above. Or probably twenty-one!

I was never kind enough to reminisce about sex with women I hooked up with, but that woman I had met at DareDevils stalked my mind and blurred out every other thought except hers.

All I had been thinking about was how good it felt to be with her, how she moaned and clung to me. It made me feel like I was just having sex for the first time!

I don't know why I was still so drawn to her though. Maybe it was the spark in her big brown eyes as she stared at me, or the way that fucking sexy dress clung to her body so tightly and revealed just about everything any man would want to see.

Even though her make-up was light, she was overflowing with beauty.

I found myself craving just a fragment of what I had felt with her that night. I wanted to feel that way so badly again.

"Need some company, hot stuff?" I turned my head around to where the voice had come from. A skinny white-skinned lady stood next to me with her teeth biting on her lower lip. A glittering black top that covered only her nipples clung tightly onto her chest, which barely had any flesh to it and a leather short cupped her small butt.

I needed no one to tell me I'd be disappointed in fucking her. Sure, I was horny, but not desperate.

She trailed her bony hands down my thigh, and it felt like I was being touched by a stick. I immediately push her hands away but try to be as polite as I can be at the moment. "Fuck off."

She scowled at me as she walked away, possibly cursing at me. I think she got the message.

No matter how I tried to take her off my mind, that nameless one-night stand refused to leave me for a single day, and sometimes I wondered if this woman thought of me as much as I did.

What am I even doing here? I asked myself. As a man with a lot of things to worry about, a club was the worst place to be. I should not have been bothered by something else: the drop in sales in my marketing company. That should be worth thinking about.

With only one company left invested in us, it was a must they be impressed. It was a food company that mostly dealt with canned edibles, but they needed something new to approach the market.

The manager of my company had assured me of a successful project tomorrow that I would find thrilling. The past few ones submitted to me were rather trash works than projects.

I went back home for some rest and hoped for the best.

A distant buzzing called for my attention as it grew nearer and louder. I opened my eyes and realized it was my phone ringing. Turning to my alarm clock, a frown formed on my face. Who in their damn right sense would think of placing a call at three in the morning!

My hand reached for my phone and, to my surprise, it was Jennifer. A sigh escaped my mouth as I answered the call.

We both listened in silence, and I was just as determined as she was to not say a word until she did. Even more determined!

"Ben..." She muttered my name.

"I won." "Jen..." I called her name in the same way she said mine.

I heard her smile over the phone. "Why are you doing this to us? We have been perfect for years, and you just want to throw that all away?"

Perfect, she said, have we? If there was any achievement to our relationship, then it was its length. We always went on breaks and then got back together after a while. It was starting to feel like a normal routine, and I was left wondering if she truly still loved me.

"What do you want from me, Jen?"

She scoffed. "Nothing, I just want you." "You can't leave me," Ben said. "You belong to me and I will have you for as long as I want."

Obsessive. She was that for sure. I did belong to her, nothing but a puppet she'd hang on the wall to play with her other toys, then come back to me. I was beginning to think if I had any worth in her eyes.

"Goodnight Jen." I hung up before she could say anything else.

All my life, I have loved one woman. Jennifer. With all my heart, I love her and I still do. But our relationship had the resemblance of nothing but a child's play.

I secretly hated myself because I knew I would still return to her. It was all I thought about until I fell asleep.

★

"Thank you for coming today, Mr Quin." David Cosby, the manager of my company, greeted me with a wide smile.

"All that matters is what this staffer of yours has come up with. "Do you really think he can bring us the recognition we need?" I questioned him as I sat down.

"She, Sir, yes, she can. She is newly joined but with so many good ideas that we must put to the test. I promise you that once we release this product, the public will love it and other companies will come piling at our doorsteps to help market them as well."

I swallowed, feeling a little ashamed of myself. Was I being gender-neutral just now? I only nodded my head in response.

A few minutes later, the door pushed open, and a young brown-haired lady rushed into the conference room.

As she greeted her with a smile, I knew immediately that I had seen her before. She flicked hair from her shoulder-length bangs a little further away from her face and her big brown eyes became clearer.

My nameless one-night stand! It was really her standing in front of me. I quenched the urge to speak to her as she introduced herself smoothly.

Nova, what a beautiful name for a woman as beautiful as she was. As she talked further about her idea, a meal kit it seemed, I got the chance to see her in a better light. She was dressed officially in a blue suit, an ensemble that paired matching trousers and jacket with a blouse.

Her trousers clung to her thin waist so firmly and a nasty image of me pulling them down was displayed in my head. Her jacket held on to her body closely and its waist was cinched.

Her attire oozed confidence and it made me smile. She wasn't just good at sex alone, but also a reliable worker as well.

Our eyes happened to meet and she suddenly fell silent. She cursed out and, for some reason, her reaction caused a smirk to work up my face.

Realizing her mistake, she apologized and finished the rest of her presentation without paying me any attention. Mr Cosby announced it was a great idea for the company after I gave him a slight nod and her face brightened up immediately.

I decided to have a talk with her.

"Mr Quin, when do you think we can begin with the project?" Mr Cosby called to my attention. "Should we set up a meeting with the owner of U&K to tell him about our idea?"

"Since we are marketing for U&K, it's only best if we do so," I hurriedly responded. Looking back up, I met with her backside as she exited the conference room.

Did she even remember me? Maybe it would be best to leave things till when we meet again. Soon, surely.