Runaway Carry The Baby CEO Billionaire

JESSICA'S POV.

I woke up with a heavy head, like I had been hit by a storm last night. The unfamiliar ceiling of the hotel room greeted me. Morning light slipped through the curtains, casting thin shadows on the walls.

I squirmed, trying to piece together the fragments of memory from the night before. My head was so dizzy!

The party.

Cocktails.

Laughter.

And... someone. The gigolo I ordered.

However, my body suddenly froze as my eyes caught another figure beside me. A man, lying quietly under a white blanket.

It's not him. His hair was too tangled, his face too unfamiliar, and... what was that? A faint scar on his temple?

The gigolo I met yesterday didn't have that.

"What happened?" I muttered under my breath as I looked at the man beside me.

My heart was racing, as if it wanted to jump out of my chest. I shifted my body slowly, afraid of waking him up. But fear mixed with panic started to creep in.

Who is he? And more importantly, how did he get here?

I tried to remember. Was I drunk? Did I bring the wrong person?

No, that's impossible. I was very careful. But the memory of last night felt like a thick fog that was impossible to penetrate.

All I can be sure of is that I never booked this man.

The man stirred slightly, muttering softly in his sleep. My breath caught. The blanket on his chest sagged slightly, revealing a small tattoo on his shoulder, something that looked like letters or symbols.

I swallowed, debating whether to wake him up or run away as fast as I could.

Panic set in when my cell phone, which was lying on the bedside table, suddenly rang loudly. The man opened his eyes slowly, looking at me with a confused look.

"Who are you?" his voice was hoarse, more from just waking up than anger. But to me, it was like a bomb had just exploded in this room.

"I should have asked!" I replied, voice trembling. "Who are you? And why are you here?"

He frowned, rubbing his face. "Wait... I don't know. What room is this?"

I stared at her, my mouth open silently. What room number? I even forgot to check that last night.

Is it possible... I entered the wrong room? But how could that be? And why did he seem just as confused as me?

The atmosphere grew tense as he sat up straight and started looking at me more seriously.

"You... did we meet last night?" he asked, his tone trying to be friendly.

I shook my head. "I don't remember anything after eleven. You?"

He paused for a moment, then sighed. "So, we both don't know what happened?"

I could only stare at him, trying to calm my rapidly spinning mind. That night clearly held secrets I wasn't ready to discover.

"Oh my!" I let out a frustrated sigh while combing my hair. I was getting very annoyed.

I looked back at the man beside me who was scratching his messy hair, looking completely unperturbed by this strange situation. He even managed a small yawn before looking at me.

As for me? It felt like there was a rumble in my head, my hands and feet suddenly felt like cotton.

"So," he said, leaning against the headboard, "do we want to talk about this, or do you want to keep sitting there looking like you've seen a ghost?"

I stared at him, trying to get a grip on myself. "Who are you, and why are you here?" I asked, my voice higher than I wanted it to be.

He raised an eyebrow, then smiled a little. I don't know why he keep acting like nothing happened.

"I want to know too. But from the way you're panicking, I'm guessing this wasn't your plan, huh?"

I shook my head quickly. "Of course not! I-I don't even know why you're here! I... I wouldn't have brought you to this room," I argued quickly.

He nodded slowly, seemingly in thought. "Okay, so you don't remember anything. Same here. But, I think we can settle this with a cool head."

"Cooler heads?" I almost squealed. "I wake up, and there's a stranger in my bed! You know that's not normal, right?!"

She chuckled, as if I'd just told a funny joke.

"Yeah, but it's not the end of the world either, right? We're still dressed. Nothing looks suspicious. So, maybe it's just a mistake... logistics?"

I frowned. "Logistical error? Seriously, that's the best explanation you have?"

He shrugged, still with a casual smile. Who the hell is this guy?! He's so annoying!

"Yeah, I don't know what else to call it. I didn't book this room either. So if we think about it, there might be a third party involved."

"It's not a conspiracy theory!" I snapped. "You don't know who I am, I don't know who you are, but we woke up in the same bed! You don't find that... strange?"

He looked at me for a few seconds, then said, "Strange, yes. But I'm more interested in how you responded."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him in astonishment. I felt increasingly uncomfortable during the conversation with her. But I still waited for what she wanted to talk about.

Oh, gosh! This mean is freaking weird!

"You're freaking out, when, honestly, I don't think anything bad happened."

"Because you're a guy! Of course you can relax!" I realized my tone was rising, and hurriedly shut my mouth.

She laughed again, this time more freely. "Okay, fair point. But seriously, if you feel uncomfortable, I can leave now."

I paused, considering his offer.

"Wait," I said finally. "We need to find out what's really going on before you leave."

"Ah, investigation," he said in a teasing tone. "I like the way you think."

I sighed, half frustrated, half confused as to why he could remain calm in such an absurd situation. But what could I do? I needed answers, and unfortunately, this stranger was the only clue I had.

"What are you going to think? Are you going to think... we were just 'playing' and..." The man stopped talking, smirked, and I realized he had deliberately quoted the word 'play'.

"Just stop this conversation! I don't need to talk to you about anything!"

I decided to stop talking. The more I argued, the more I felt like I was losing control. Besides, this guy seemed too relaxed to be affected by my panic.

Without another word, I got up from the bed, rushing to the small table in the corner of the room to get my bag.

My hands shook as I opened my wallet, but I managed to pull out a few bills. I turned around, looking at the man who was still sitting on the bed with a relaxed, almost bored expression.

"I don't know how this happened," I said, my voice flat. "But I don't want to drag it out. This is for-"

I bit my lip, trying to choose the right words. "For whatever happened last night."

He looked up, saw the money in my hand, then chuckled.

"You seriously want to pay me?" He asked.

From his look, he seemed to be deliberately underestimating me.

I frowned. "I just want to get this over with. Just take it, and let's call it done."

He shook his head slowly, still with the same smile. "Sorry, but I'm not the kind of guy who can be paid like that."

I sighed loudly, feeling my blood start to boil again.

"I'm not saying you're... that kind! I just felt this was a fair way to close-"

"Our hot night?" he cut in, leaning his back against the headboard. His eyes narrowed mischievously, and his smile turned into a smirk.

I was stunned, feeling my face heat up. "We didn't do anything!" I retorted quickly, my voice almost shrill.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Oh? You're so sure? Because I have a vague memory of someone grabbing me by the shirt and muttering something... quite interesting."

I felt my heart stop beating for a moment. "That's not true!" I argued, even though I wasn't at all sure of my own memories.

He shrugged, as if he didn't really care. "Maybe. But you seemed pretty excited, so I guess we really did share a special moment."

I stepped forward, handing over the money firmly. "I don't want to hear any more of your jokes. Take this, and let me go."

She just stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed dramatically.

"You're really insistent, aren't you?" She shifted the blanket, stood up, and approached.

I backed away a little, but she just took the money from my hand. "Okay, I'll take this, but not because I need to. Let's just say I'm helping you feel better."

I glared at him, but he just smiled casually, like he had just won in a game that only he understood.

"Have a nice day, Miss."

With confident strides, he turned towards the bathroom, leaving me still standing rooted to the spot, unsure whether to be angry, relieved, or embarrassed.

JESSICA'S POV.

I stood in front of a large glass door with the words "CEO's Office" engraved on its surface.

My breath catches a little, not from nervousness, but from a sense of anticipation mixed with tension.

It was my first day, and I was being asked to meet the CEO directly. It feels like a big test that I have to pass.

I catch my breath once more, then knock gently on the door.

"Come in."

His voice sounded clearly behind the door, and somehow there was something familiar about the tone. But unfortunately I couldn't remember more clearly-or was it just my feelings?

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the strange thoughts. I was new here, so it was impossible for me to know the CEO.

I swallowed and pushed open the door, stepping inside with almost fake confidence. However, when I lifted my face and saw who was sitting behind the large desk, my legs felt like giving out.

It was that man.

The man from the hotel room.

He was leaning back casually in his chair, wearing an expensive suit that looked perfect on him.

His hand was clutching a pen, and his lips curved into a smile that instantly made my stomach churn.

It was the exact same smile he had shown me that morning.

I froze in place, unable to say anything. Meanwhile, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my shock.

Oh my freaking God! Why was that man sitting in the CEO's chair-of the company I was going to work for?!

"Welcome," he said, his voice low and confident.

I gulped down saliva, my throat becoming choked. I felt like running away right now. This was so embarrassing.

I thought I would never see the strange man who woke up with me in the hotel room yesterday again. Shouldn't the world be too big for us to meet?

"I heard we have a new employee here. Oh, it's... you."

I tried to control myself, but it was hard when my whole body felt hot. I read the name on the CEO's nameplate.

Aurichard Morgan Lee.

"You're... the CEO?" I asked, though the question was clearly unnecessary.

He nodded slowly, his eyes locking on my face.

"That's right. And you're..." he paused for a moment, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.

Oh my. He must still remember me very well-and it's possible that he hasn't forgotten the events of our night together.

"An employee who, I think, I've met before. In an... interesting situation, if I'm not mistaken?"

My face immediately turned red. I didn't know what to say. Was she really going to talk about this in the office?

In his room?

Now?

"I think you've got the wrong person," I replied quickly, trying to sound calm even though my voice was shaking slightly.

"Oh, I don't think so," he replies casually, placing his pen on the desk.

Then he stood up from his chair, causing my body to jerk back slightly. My heart was beating unusually fast. The longer my nervousness grew more intense.

"It's hard to forget the night that... what do you call it? An intense night?"

I bit my lip, trying hard not to explode on the spot.

"Sir, I'm here to work. Whatever happened before is irrelevant," I said, trying to emphasize my words, though I was honestly afraid of crossing the line.

He chuckled, the sound deep and full of teasing. Although it was annoying, but I couldn't deny that he sounded sexy.

"Of course. But still, it's an... interesting situation, isn't it? The world is so small."

I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to maintain professionalism even though my whole body wanted to run from the room.

"If there's nothing to discuss about work, I'll excuse myself."

He tilted his head, looking at me intensely.

"Take it easy, I'm just joking. Besides, I like my employees to stay focused," he said with a chuckle, as if his joke would ease my nerves.

I just nodded briefly, turning around quickly before he could say more. However, before I reached the door, his voice caught up with me, his tone low but clear enough to make my skin crawl.

"Welcome to the company, miss. I'm sure we'll be working... very closely."

I didn't turn my head. No way. But I could feel his smile following me even after the door closed.

This first day was going to be more complicated than I had imagined.

I walked out of the room with quick steps, almost like I was running away. My chest was tight, my breathing was heavy, and my face was still hot from the encounter.

How could that man-the man from the hotel room-be the CEO here?

Of all the companies that could take me in, why did it have to be at a place headed by him?

Once in the empty corridor, I leaned against the wall, trying to calm myself down. My hands gripped the bag tightly, as if it was the only thing that could give me a sense of security. I tried to take a deep breath, but my chest felt like it was being squeezed.

I had to leave. Right now.

I've made up my mind. There was no way I could work here, under the leadership of a man who knew that shameful secret. Especially a man who seemed to enjoy teasing me so much.

Without thinking, I took out my phone and started typing a message to HR. I'm going to resign.

I don't care what happens, I can't be in this place. My fingers moved quickly across the screen, but before I could press "send," a deep, calm voice sounded behind me.

"You've decided to give up so soon?"

I was stunned. It felt like my body was frozen. Slowly, I turned my head, and sure enough, he was standing there.

The CEO-the man from that night-was leaning casually against the doorway of his office, with a smile that was anything but friendly.

"Why are you chasing me?" I asked, trying to sound calm even though my voice was shaking.

He didn't answer directly, just stepped closer, making me even more nervous. When he was close enough to make me feel cornered, he finally spoke.

"I'm just curious. Why did the best new employee we've ever hired suddenly decide to quit before actually starting?"

I clenched my fists. "Because obviously, working here wasn't a good idea."

He nodded slowly, as if considering my words.

"Or... because you didn't want to be reminded of that night?"

I felt my blood boil. "I don't want to talk about that night. And I don't care what you think. I'm leaving."

He laughed softly, the low sound echoing in the deserted corridor.

"Sure, you can go. But you know, right? People love to talk about juicy gossip," He suddenly said with a tone implying a cunning plan, although his smile curved.

During the pause in her speech, I was getting the feeling that she was going to say something strange. I tried to restrain myself waiting for his words.

"... especially about the CEO and a mysterious woman at the hotel."

My eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

He looked at me calmly, though there was a sly glint in his eyes.

"I never said I'd tell you anything. But you know how this world works. Sometimes, misinformation can spread like wildfire."

My heart felt like it stopped beating. Did he just threaten me? Or just give a subtle warning?

"What do you want?" I asked finally, my voice almost a whisper.

He smiled again, softer this time, though it still made me uneasy.

"I just want to make sure you stay here. After all, we're already involved, aren't we?" he asked, then paused his words for a moment.

"I'm sure you'll do a great job here, and I don't want to lose a talented employee like you," he continued.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the emotions stirring inside my chest. She was taking advantage of the situation, and I knew I had no other choice.

"Fine," I muttered finally, almost inaudibly.

He nodded, looking satisfied. And it's an annoying things I've ever seen!

"Good. Welcome back. And don't worry, I can keep anything a secret. As long as you keep everything a secret too."

I didn't reply, just looked at him hatefully. She turned around and walked back to her office, leaving me standing transfixed, with an increasingly heavy heart.

REVISI.

JESSICA'S POV.

My stomach felt queasy.

This business meeting seemed longer than it should have been. The luxurious meeting room with its glass walls and city view should have impressed me, but I couldn't focus.

All the talk of numbers and strategy drifted away, barely making it into my head.

I sat down at the side of the table, trying hard to resist the sudden onset of nausea.

At first I thought it was just a result of the hasty breakfast this morning, but now, the sensation was getting stronger. My stomach feels churning, and cold sweat begins to break out on my temples.

I glanced at the CEO sitting at the end of the table. He looked relaxed, as usual, with a confident expression that made me secretly want to punch him in the face.

Of course he was fine. While I'm here, trying hard to look professional even though my body feels like it's fighting a small storm.

"What do you think, Miss?" one of the business associates suddenly looked at me, turning everyone's attention towards me.

My heart was racing. I was a little surprised that a business associate had called out to me. Then, now all eyes really made me the center of attention.

Including Morgan who was staring at me as if hoping I could answer the question.

"Excuse me, can you repeat the question?" I asked in a voice that, thankfully, sounded quite stable.

He repeated the question, but I barely heard him.

The nausea was getting stronger, and I had to bite my lip to hold it in. I just nodded, pretending to understand, hoping it would be enough to cover my stupidity.

Morgan gave me a quick glance, his expression hard to decipher, but I could feel his sharp eyes watching. I looked away, not wanting to give the impression that something was wrong.

The meeting continued, but my attention continued to be divided. Now, it wasn't just nausea. My head felt light, like there was a fog clouding my mind.

'Damn, why won't this nausea stop? What's happening to my body?!' I said silently to myself.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it only made me feel worse.

When the meeting was finally over, I quickly stood up, hoping the fresh air outside would help. But the moment I stepped outside, the world seemed to spin for a moment. I had to grab the wall to stabilize myself.

"Are you okay?" Morgan's voice sounded behind me, his tone flat but with a hint of curiosity.

I nodded quickly, not daring to look at him.

"Yeah, just a little dizzy," I replied trying to hide the pain.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a look that was hard to translate.

"You looked like you were going to pass out earlier. Make sure you don't fall down in front of our clients next time. It's bad for the company's image."

I gritted my teeth, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

"I'm fine. Just need a little rest," I answered.

"Good," he said simply, then walked ahead of me with quiet steps.

Morgan left me standing in the hallway, trying to understand what exactly was happening to my body.

For no reason, I felt a bad feeling about the condition of my body right now. I've never experienced symptoms like this.

Then I suddenly imagined the hot night between me and Morgan. My goosebumps bristled. It can't be, right?

***

It's been a few days since my body felt strange. The morning sickness is getting more frequent, my head is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and my stomach feels bloated for no apparent reason.

At first I thought it was just the effects of the stress of the new job, but the more I tried to ignore it, the harder it was not to think about it.

Today, when I almost threw up at the smell of coffee in the office pantry, I could no longer consider it a coincidence.

I went home early, looking for a reason for HR's headache, even though what really hurt was my questioning mind.

Upon arriving home, I immediately sat on the sofa with my cell phone in hand. My fingers typed "pregnancy symptoms" into the search bar, even though I knew I shouldn't jump to that conclusion.

But the results made me even more anxious.

"No way," I whispered, trying to deny it, but something inside me was starting to get scared.

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my bag and going to the nearest pharmacy. Buying a test pack felt like a big decision, and my heart skipped a beat as the cashier handed me the small bag of items.

Arriving home, I stared at this small object with mixed feelings. My hands trembled as I unwrapped it, read the instructions carefully, and finally stepped into the shower.

The water in the sink ran softly, filling the silence in the small room. I did what needed to be done, then placed the test pack on the sink. The three minutes I had to wait felt like three years.

"Come on," I whispered to myself. "It's just stress. The result must be negative."

But inside my self, I can't stay calm as I wanna be. Something I might no longer be able to ignore.

As I stared at the test pack over the sink, it felt like the whole world stopped. Two red lines.

No, this must be wrong.

I picked up the device, bringing it closer to my face, making sure I wasn't looking at it wrong.

Two lines. Positive.

My body was froze for a while. It felt like there was an invisible weight pressing down on my chest, making my breath catch. My mind replaying the memory of that one night with that guy-the damn CEO.

I remember the dim hotel room lights, the sound of his breathing, the touch I shouldn't have allowed. Then his face... the face of that man-my current CEO. The man who always smiled casually, as if the world was his toy.

"No way..." I whispered, almost inaudibly. "This can't be happening."

I fell to the bathroom floor, hugging my own knees. Panic began to creep up, taking over my entire body.

What was I going to do?

How would I deal with all this?

And what if he finds out?

A knock on the door broke my train of thought.

"Hey, are you in there?" The voice of Luna, my apartment mate, came from behind the door.

"Are you okay there? It's been four hours!"

I tried to answer, but I can't speak anything.

"Open the door!" she said again.

With trembling hands, I opened the door so Luna could approach me. My body simply relaxed and fell into Luna's arms who looked at me worriedly.

She looked at me, then at the device in my hand, and her eyes widened. "Oh my... That's-that's positive?"

I just nodded slowly, unable to say anything.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" Luna snatched the test pack away, looking at it with a panicked expression.

"It's... it's not wrong, right? Did you test more than once?" she asked again.

"I..." My voice sounded hoarse. "I don't know, Luna. I don't know what to do."

She sat next to me. "This is wrong, right? I mean ... who's the guy that cause this?"

I shook my head softly. The tears were starting to flow.

"It's ... him," I answered a little shakily. "The man with me last night, my CEO. I told you before."

Luna gave me a long look, she look like trying to digest what I meant. After second of time, her mouth opened, but no words came out.

"Your CEO?" she whispered finally, looks disbelief.

I just nodded again, feeling more crushed every time I remembered that fact.

Luna hugged me tightly, probably more to calm herself than me.

"Okay, okay... We need to calm down. We can find a solution. But, gosh, this is... This is crazy."

I couldn't say anything else. My head was full of fear, confusion, and questions I couldn't answer.

***

My hands trembled as I held my cell phone. The name of my CEO, that man, was clearly displayed on the screen. I had opened his contact several times in the past hour, but my thumbs always stopped right before pressing the green button.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It's not about courage. It's about responsibility-both for me and for him. He has to know. There was no other choice.

Finally, I pressed the call button, and the ringing started. My chest was pounding so hard, it felt like a boulder was pressing down on my breath.

But the ringing continued without an answer, until it finally stopped.

"Why isn't he picking up my call?" I muttered in annoyance and worry.

I stared at the screen that had now returned to the main menu, biting my lip in frustration. He wasn't answering. Maybe he was busy? I tried again.

It rang. One time.

Twice.

Five times.

There was no answer again.

My feelings were a mixture of annoyance, anxiety, and fear. I tried once more, and this time, after only two rings, my call was rejected.

The phone screen displayed a cold message: "Call Rejected."

I let out a long sigh, almost throwing the phone on the sofa. Was she avoiding me on purpose? Or maybe he was really busy?

I didn't have time to guess. My situation are going to broke. If he wouldn't answer my call, then I had to try something else.

With my shaking-hands, I opened the messaging app and started typing.

"Mr. Morgan, let's talk. There is urgent situation. Please call me back as soon as possible."

I deleted it. Too formal.

I typed again.

"Sir, I need to talk about something very urgent. Please pick up my call, it's personal and serious."

I hit the send button before I had time to doubt myself again. Then, I sat on the sofa, waiting him to pick up the phone.

Minutes passed with no reply. There was no sign that he'd read my message, nor responded to it.

Frustration started to turn into panic. I didn't know what to do if he continued to ignore me. I looked desperately at my phone, hoping-praying-he would answer. But the screen remained silent.

How could I tell him if he wouldn't even listen?