Pregnant for the Married Billionaire

"What!! Five hundred thousand dollars for just a surgery a day? Is she going to live forever?" Bessie's voice ranged over the phone, alarmed.

"I don't know Bessie; I don't know what to do now. How would I get such an outrageous amount?" I asked, crying.

"Be calm. Don't worsen the situation with your fears." She said; I figured out she was pacing where she was because I could hear her heavy sighs and the rustling sounds of her feet.

"Can't your boss help?" You have been a loyal secretary to him for four years; can't he come through for you now?"

"Can you hear yourself?" I said, almost shouting at her over the phone because of how agitated I was. "I should tell Michael about my current situation so that I get fired, right? Don't you know who Michael is? Am I just telling you that he hates having anything to do with any female? Am I a male?" I screamed out at her eventually.

Yes, I had to yell out at her so that she could know the gravity of the nonsense she sprouted out of her ever-daring mouth.

She didn't think of anyone else except the almighty Michael Lucas, the heartless, famous billionaire businessman.

"Heeeeeey!! Don't pour out your frustrations at me. I was only trying to help. What are we going to do now?" She said, not reacting to my attitude.

Bessie Jordan is my best friend. She and my mother were the only family I had. She is a fashion designer who works for wealthy people. I called her when the doctor told me the cost of my mom's surgery. I needed someone to talk to at that moment.

My mom is sick; she had been diagnosed with a heart disease, and an urgent operation was required within a week; otherwise, she might lose her life.

I can't lose my mother; I had to find a way to get the money.

"Hello, are you still there?" Bessie's voice brought me out of my deep thoughts.

"Give me some minutes. My boss is calling me; I'll pick this up and call you later." I ended the call and switched to Michael's call.

"You know what you are supposed to do this weekend, right?" His cold baritone voice asked me.

"Yes sir." I replied hastily.

"I have forwarded her contact information to you. Ask her to get there before 7 p.m. Am I understood?"

"Very well, sir, right to it." I responded, and he ended the call.

I called Bessie again.

"What's up? Why did he call?"

"To order me to make a reservation in the hotel so he can do his nightly weekend routine," I said with no interest. My mind was still troubled about my mom's situation.

"Hmm," Bessie said as she paused for a while.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" I asked.

"Do you love your mom so much that you can take any risk for her?" Bessie asked tactically.

I frowned, wondering why she asked that question: "What are you up to, Bessie? Why this sudden, strange question? Of course, I can take any risk for my mother. Any fucking risk that doesn't require killing, I'll fucking do it." I said, hanging on to her words, waiting to hear the risk she plans on asking me to take.

She took a deep breath before rushing her words: "Ava, be Michael's lady for tonight."

We both became silent. I paused to let her statement sink in, and she also kept quiet to hear what I had to say.

"What do you mean, Bessie? Do you want me dead?" I finally found my lost tongue and questioned her.

"What if he finds out? I continued, "What excuse would I make?"

"Trust me, Ava; you just have to play smart. He wouldn't find out. Get to the hotel before him; I trust you know his favorite wine. Get that, mix it with different strong alcoholic wines, and give it to him. Before you go, add a lot of makeup to your face so that he won't be able to recognize you in the dark." Bessie spoke without stopping. She had already strategized all that I was going to do within a few minutes.

"Don't wear the same perfume you wear to work. Don't let your hair fall this time; make a bun. Don't stupidly wear a corporate dress; I'll bring my skimpy gowns for you. Just be different tonight, Ava; you have to do it for your mom." She added the last part of her statement on purpose, knowing fully well that she needed to say something that would pique my interest and make me want to commit a big crime without thinking about the consequences.

I was still hesitant. "Okay, listen, Bessie. What if I succeed in doing everything you just mentioned and it works as planned? How do I get paid?" I can't give Michael my banking details. He will find out I am the one!"

"I got that settled as well. Give him mine. He doesn't have the bank details of that lady. He wouldn't find out you were the one when he sees the bank name. Ava, enough of your what-ifs you are replacing that lady tonight and getting the money for your mom's surgery." She said it with finality.

I couldn't argue again. I sighed; I was really exhausted. All the strength in me was drained; I couldn't think of anything else other than to just agree with Bessie's plan.

I deleted the lady's contact information and left for my apartment to change from being Ava to being a sex worker for a night.

The thought of Michael finding out sent shivers down my spine. If he should come to know the truth, it would be the end of my life on earth. Michael Lucas was brutal and dangerous, but I was more dangerous because I was about to step on the tiger's tail.

Michael got to the hotel before me. Bessie's dressing had wasted my time. As I got into the room, the air that greeted me stinked with alcohol.

I held my breath and walked towards Michael, who was slumped on the bed, drenched in alcohol.

I guess he perceived my body spray because he moved from the position he was in and raised his head to fix his blurry eyes on me.

"Wh.. Why are you late?" He stuttered.

I tried to find an excuse to give him, but before I could think of one, Michael had already stood up and pinned me to the wall.

I stiffened. My whole body shook in fear as his piercing blue eyes rammed through my body. "You are so damn hot." He muttered in my ears as he bent his head and took in my right earlobe. He sucked for a few minutes before pulling me closer to his muscular abs and carrying me to the bed.

He carried me like he would carry a feather. My body felt so comfortable in his arms, but my brain was in a jumble, rolling from the left side of my head to the right in panic.

Michael handled me sweetly at first, but after making me reach my climax, he became so rough. He muttered some words incoherently as he rode inside of me. I could feel the heat in his body. It wasn't the heat of one who was being pleasured, Michael was angry, and he passed all his anger on to my feeble body.

After three hours of sexmaking, Michael fell heavily on the bed. Veins were popping out of his head, and his face was darkened.

"Send your account details and your cost to the lady that called you. Get lost from the room before daybreak." He instructed.

" I wanted to ask what lady he was talking about, but then, I realized that I was the lady. He had thought I was the girl he requested, and he told her to send her bank details to me."

I didn't even wait till daybreak. I quickly left the room for the hotel reception. I called Bessie.

"What's up? Did he find out?" She asked, her voice in high hopes, waiting to hear something.

" No, he didn't, but he would if I wasted any more time in this hotel. Please, come pick me up." I spoke hurriedly.

Before anyone could say Jack Robinson, Bessie had already rode like a crazy being that she was and arrived at the hotel.

We both got into the car and left for her house. I explained to her the way Michael behaved.

" I could feel his anger. He was rough with me, he only asked for a girl to cool off his wrath, but I don't know if my intimacy with him helped him in any way." I told her, a bit concerned, but Bessie cut me off.

"Well, that's his business. Did he find out you were the one?" She asked again to be very sure.

"No, he didn't."

"Good, the news I want to hear. Michael can go to hell for all I care. It's not my business. Send my account details to him, not yours. Make sure to show me before forwarding it to him." She warned with a serious face.

"Yes ma." I nodded my head and left her to take a shower.

***

"You can't get over me, right? You still love me, don't you?" Penny asked, walking a circle around Michael's chair.

"What do you want?" Michael asked with gritted teeth.

" Nothing much, just take me back, Michael. I want to be your girlfriend, I want to get married to you." She said it straightforwardly without beating around the bush.

"You damn bitch!!" Michael roared at her as he got up and pushed her to a wall, pinning her down with great strength.

"Don't push me." Michael warned. "How dare you!! Why are you back in the city? I don't care what you do, don't just try me."

"That's what I want to do." Penny fired back, not fazed by Michael's ablazed face, which was glowing with resentment.

"I want to try you. Michael, I still love you, and it's better to make use of my love while it's still available, otherwise, I'll hate you and use the crime you committed against you. Get married to me before I change my mind." Penny concluded, determination glaring in the stares she gave Michael.

"Damn you!" Michael cursed, as he sprawled back on the sofa.

" The only thing that will make me reconsider getting married to you is if you have a girlfriend, which I know you don't have because you already hate all the ladies. You can't hate me, I won't allow that." Penny said.

Michael turned his icy gaze on her and said, "I have a girlfriend. You didn't turn me into a dead man, I still have the heart to love."

"Hahaha, I don't believe you, I want to meet your girlfriend tomorrow." She said that and left Michael alone.

As Michael sat on the bed, brooding over the events that occurred between Penny and himself, his phone beeped.

Sir, this is the account details of the lady who was with you last night. Her price is one million dollars. Michael read the message.

His eyebrows deepened to a frown, and he squinted his eyes to be sure that he read the message right.

The lady's name is Lisa Maverick, why is the account name Bessie Jordan? It's different from the lady's name. Does Penny have a hand in this? He reasoned.

Without wasting any time, he forwarded the money straight to the account he received and put a call through to his men.

"Do a thorough search on these ladies, Lisa Maverick and Bessie Jordan. Two of you should get to this hotel and check the CCTV footage to find out about the lady that came here last night."

I need your findings before the end of today. Get to it now." He ordered, and ended the call.

"How was the surgery, Bessie?" I asked anxiously. "My mom is still alive, right?"

"Of course, she is. The surgery went well. She is still in a deep sleep, it will take some time before she wakes up." Bessie said.

"Thank you so much, Bessie. You are a lifesaver." I thanked Bessie profusely till I was almost shedding tears.

Her plan had worked. She took my phone from me and sent the account number to Michael, changing the five hundred thousand dollars to a million dollars. I objected, but she was deaf to my refusal. "Let's charge him for rough sex; he hurt you, didn't he?"

I was at work, so I wasn't able to go to the hospital to support my mom. Bessie assisted me.

Riiiiiing... My office telephone rang.

I put Bessie on hold and answered the call. It was Michael.

I freezed on my seat and listened to what he said. " I need your attention in my office."

"He wants me in his office. I told Bessie, who was still on the call.

"Why? Then go and see him in his office. Why is your voice shaking? Deny everything he asks you. He can't find out; if he had found out, he wouldn't have sent the money." Bessie said, trying to raise my hopes of Michael not finding out.

I got into Michael's spacious office, and I met him standing close to the window, staring at nothing in particular.

"Where were you last night?" He asked without facing me.

His sudden question caught me off guard. I was confused about what to say. Bessie's voice played again in my head, telling me to deny everything.

"I was at my apartment. Anything Sir?" I asked him to take his attention away from me.

He turned to me, gazing deeply at me. His piercing eyes struck me as a heavy burden of guilt blocked my chest. He repeated his question, using his eyes to pin me down.

I still stood by my words. "I was at my apartment." I said again, with trembling lips.

"I see. Now, let's get to the reason why I called you. I am feeling bored, and as my personal secretary, I think it will be so good if we do some things together, won't it?" He asked, giving me a look that said I couldn't say no, it was an order, said sarcastically.

I slowly nodded my head, and he led me to the sofa beside the window. Michael was behaving weird. This is the first time in my four years working for Michael that I will be sitting on his sofa.

My heart was thumping, my palm was all sweaty and itchy, and my stomach added to the discomfort I was feeling because it kept on rumbling, making it seem I needed to use the toilet, but I didn't have the mind to take an excuse.

Michael took out his phone and sat down with me. His cologne was really strong, and it exuded a pleasant fragrance. I felt like drawing closer to him and having him hug me the way he did last night, but I wasn't so stupid to try that.

"Okay, Ava, what do we have here to watch? Let's go for this movie, 'How He Discovered She Lied." He said this, squinting his eyes and making a strange chuckle.

I had never heard a movie title like that. I just sat motionlessly, waiting to see the new movie.

Michael clicked play, and the movie began. My soul left my body when I saw a lady dressed in an armless black shiny dress with white high heels who styled her hair in a bun, leaving some strands to fall. I would confess the lady was beautiful, but that same beautiful lady was me walking into Michael's room last night.

The video played all that transpired the previous night and how I left the room in a hurry after Michael had laid back on the bed. It also showed how I left for the hotel reception and cleaned away the makeup I wore, fully revealing that I was the one.

Sitting down on that sofa, there was no life in me. I had already prayed for my soul, already wished for my mom to have a better life without her daughter, and I had already told Bessie how much I loved her in my mind.

The video ended, and Michael turned to face me with a satisfying smile on his face.

"Wow!! That video was so interesting, wasn't it?"

My face had turned white; I couldn't feel my blood rushing; everything inside of me had become numb.

Michael was tormenting me mentally. He wanted the fear to paralyze me, and the fear succumbed to his desires because I was already paralyzed.

"Ava, do you have a twin I don't know about?" He started.

I didn't respond.

"Don't make me repeat my question." He warned in a calm voice.

I shook my head in denial. "Speak out!" He roared at me.

I jumped to my feet in fright. I was already crying. The tears rushed in torrents. "No, sir, I don't have a twin. I am the one in that video." I revealed it without wasting any time. I didn't wait to be asked again if I was the lady.

"Oh no, you're not the one. You told me you were in your apartment last night, didn't you? Did another person steal your identity?" He questioned.

Gosh! I couldn't answer his questions. My dress clung to my body as a result of the sweat that was dripping out like water, rushing out of the tap, from my head down to my toes.

Michael dropped his gaze from my face down to my body. He scanned my breast, which was visible in the shirt, and dragged his eyes to my flat stomach.

"How dare you touch me, Ava? How dare you get so intimate with me!!" He barked out, his face so scarlet with fury.

My legs were also afraid. They were shaking. I was very weak. Unable to continue standing, I crumbled to the floor, waiting for my death sentence.

"I will end your life!! but before I do that, you will finish what you started by Becoming My Girlfriend."