THE BILLIONAIRE DOCTOR'S BABYMAMA

Meghan

Tokyo, Japan.

He stares at me, and I can't help but stare back. He is gorgeous. Short blonde hair, glittering ocean-blue eyes, and tall; he is perfect. My stomach flutters as he winks at me. There is no doubt that he was an American. The odds of running into one at this party are slim. But there he is all dressed in a black suit staring back at me. There's only one thing in my mind as I look at him-I want him.

My heart thumps hard against my chest as he walks towards me. Through the sea of bodies at the party, he surfs his way closer. This feels like a dream. He is like an Angel coming to purge me of my sins, and I welcome him with open arms.

"Hey there," he greets as he stands before me.

My heart leaps in excitement at the sound of his voice. He is much taller in person, and it seems like he could crush me with his height. His voice, so masculine and deep; it is like music to my ears.

"H-Hey," I stuttered out of control.

He chuckles at that and my cheeks heat up immediately in embarrassment.

"You are American," he states more than asks.

I nod in response, not trusting my words to help me.

He smirks.

"What is a beautiful American woman doing at a party like this?"

His voice resonates in my muscles, and I feel them shuddering in excitement. I want him badly. His ocean-blue eyes gleam, piercing through my soul. His presence is suffocating, but I enjoy it.

"I should ask you the same," I say.

His eyes fall to the glass in my hand, twitching in surprise.

"Juice?" He asks, barely hiding the surprise in his tone.

I look at the glass and nod.

"I don't drink alcohol at parties because of my legs."

He arches an eyebrow at me.

"They weaken?"

I shake my head.

"They spread."

He chuckles, and I can't help but join in the laughter. His charm makes me feel comfortable.

"That's a good one," he admits.

"Thanks. I've been practicing."

He bursts out laughing again. His laughter is deep but smooth. Is there anything imperfect about him?

"It's nice to meet a fellow compatriot at a place like this," he says.

I agree. I never thought I would meet someone like him here. His presence is indescribable, with an aura that pulls me closer. The force of attraction is strong, and I wonder if he feels it too.

We fall silent, and my eyes drift back to my glass. He stares at someone in the crowd.

Then, he turns back to me, his eyes gleaming with delight.

"I'm Aaron by the way," he says, stretching out his hand for a shake.

I smile and take his hand.

"Meghan. Meghan Marcher."

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it softly. I shudder in excitement, my cheeks heating up in fear that he feels it.

"What do you say we ditch the party and go have some fun?"

I smile at that.

"Sure. Where are we going?"

His response is a smug smile.

Meghan

I am surprised by his hotel room. It is warm and cozy. I feel at home already. Aaron is amazing. His aura alone fills the room, which makes me yearn more for him. His voice smoothly commands me with every sentence he makes. It is like I am under a spell. Now we are in his hotel room, and I can't wait for what happens next.

Aaron shuts the door and takes off his suit's jacket. I look around the hotel room with my hands behind me, nodding my head in amazement.

"Seems like you like it," he says behind me.

I smile and turn around to meet him. His smooth, deep voice makes a low hum that resonates in my soul. I am confused. How is he able to do that?

"I'd say it's much bigger than mine," I admit.

He scoffs at my words, his lips raising and flashing his perfect set of white teeth at me.

"Let's not go into that," he says, walking toward me.

I can feel my knees grow weak as he comes toward me. His eyes are fixed on me, and I can't help but get lost in them. Those ocean-blue eyes make me want to fall at his feet. They make me want to do anything to please him.

He stands before me now, in the dim orange light that casts across the room. I can see the real color of his hair: beige blonde. It is still perfectly combed, every strand in its place. He looks dead gorgeous.

I can smell his cologne, a deep, strong masculine scent that fills my lungs as I breathe it in. He is perfect. He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

My body shudders in excitement as our bodies touch. He is warm and hard-a perfect body. My eyes are still on him, and I can see the lust in them. He wants me, and I can't say I don't want the same. He pulls his body closer to mine until there is no more room to separate us, then he touches my cheek with his free hand.

I sigh in relief. His touch is warm and soft. I can feel a tingling sensation in my thighs as his fingers caress my cheeks.

"You are very beautiful," he compliments.

I am too numb from the excitement I feel. I can't respond to him. But that doesn't matter. It doesn't make him stop, and I am glad. His hand arrives at my chin, and he pulls my face up to meet his.

My heart pounds hard against my rib cage as I watch his face come closer to mine. He is bringing his face closer and closer, and I can't wait for his lips to touch mine. When they do, I freeze.

His lips are warm, soft, and inviting. Immediately, I wish for more. And that is what I get. I place my hands on his chest, savoring the kiss. I close my eyes and kiss him gently. But that isn't enough.

I can feel his kiss become more savage. And before I can adjust, I feel his tongue slip into my mouth. I moan into his mouth and grab onto his shirt as I kiss him roughly. I can feel a warm, hard object against my thigh, and I can tell what that is. It is his boner. He is excited. I can't laugh.

We break out from the kiss, and he looks into my silver eyes, seeking permission to explore me. I nod at a question that is never asked. He holds my shoulders and pulls the dress off my shoulders. It falls off my body and drops at my feet.

I unbutton his shirt quickly, ready to explore what his body has in store for me. I can't wait. I pull the shirt off of him when I am done, and I am staring at his torso. I place my hands on his abs, and they are hard and warm. He is amazing.

He pulls me closer to him and reaches for my bra, unhooking it. My breasts spring free, and I hear him gasp in excitement. I chuckle at that. I drop the bra on the floor and step out of the dress. I am left with my panties, and he is in pants.

I touch his abs one more time before reaching for his belt. I go on my knees and unbuckle his pants. Then I pull his zipper and reach into it, grabbing his cock. It is hard and warm. I smile as I pull it out, and I am surprised at how huge it is.

I look up at him, and he gives me a smug smile. His cock is throbbing in my hand, and I can't help but stare at it. The skin covers the tip, making it barely visible, and I can feel the veins on it as I run my fingers across it. He is special.

I stroke it gently, and he moans out into the room. His moans are lovely to hear. They are slow and deep. They are masculine. I place his cock in my mouth and begin stroking it with my lips, sucking on it gently. He groans out in pleasure, not resisting the urge to grab my hair.

He pushes his cock deeper down my throat, and I can't help but accept him. I can feel him down my throat, and my eyes begin to tear as I look up at him. He looks so godly as he pushes himself deeper down my throat.

I gag on his cock before taking it out to catch my breath. He bends over and grabs my neck, kissing my lips that are damp with saliva.

I get to my feet, and he takes off his boxers and pants, becoming stark naked. His cock is the only thing that stands out, bold and hard.

We move into the next room, and he lays me on the bed. I move through the sheets and don't stop until my head stops at the headrest. He watches me as he strokes his cock, a smile on his face. I signal him with my index finger to join me, and he doesn't hesitate for a second.

He comes to me and lays on top of me, his body warm and hard. He kisses me one more time, and I can feel the heat spread through my body. He breaks away from the kiss and begins kissing me from my chin, down to my pelvic area. When he arrives at my panties, he grunts at them and pulls them off my thighs swiftly. I moan at how rough it is.

When I am completely naked, he spreads my thighs apart, and the next thing I feel is his tongue in between my walls. I close my eyes and moan out into the room, clutching the sheets as he administers a substantial dose of pleasure to me. His tongue is amazing. It dances in between my walls, exploring them.

I can feel my body shudder in excitement. I can't hold back the powerful orgasm that wrecks my body. When I climax, he takes his tongue out and gazes at me. His lips and chin are damp with my juice, and I can't help but chuckle.

My next words are uncontrollable. It is raw but passionate.

"Fuck me, Aaron."

His ocean-blue eyes glitter in excitement as he hears that. They are filled with nothing but lust. I bite my lips and watch his body tower over mine. I spread my thighs apart, inviting him in. And he welcomes it.

I feel his cock intrude my walls, and they spread apart to welcome him. He groans out in pleasure as he splits them apart. I can feel his cock consuming a huge amount of space. Space I never thought I had.

When he is in, I am already heading toward another wave of climax. It hits me like a wave from the ocean, and I drown his cock with my juice.

Aaron holds my thighs and spreads them further, and I can feel his cock go even deeper than before. He is taking me into a whole different dimension. When my legs are farther apart from each other, he begins his thrusts.

They are deep and powerful. I feel myself drowning in an abyss of pleasure as his strokes quicken. He is driving me insane. I wrap my legs around him, locking us in an umbilical cord of lust. I hold his back, which is broad and hard, as he welcomes me.

"Yes, Aaron. Right there."

His thrusts become quicker than before, and I can feel him grow even bigger. He is hitting the end of my walls, and my eyes roll back as I suck in the pleasure that crowns me.

I dig my nails into him as he feeds me with lust. I can feel another huge climax approaching, and I welcome it with both arms. My body shudders in excitement, and my muscles stiffen as the third wave of orgasm hits me.

"AARON!" I scream as I climax.

I can hear him groaning in pleasure. He is about to climax. His muscles stiffen in my grasp, and I feel his warm juice spill into my womb.

He sighs and rolls over, lying on the bed next to me.

I smile as I stare at the ceiling. As I stiffen my walls, I can still feel him inside me. He is amazing.

Soon, oblivion catches up with me, and I close my eyes, falling into a peaceful sleep.

Meghan

I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating. I am surprised by this. My eyes search the dark room, and I almost panic. Where am I? How did I get here? My eyes land on the figure beside me on the bed. It's a man. It's Aaron.

I sigh in relief. I had forgotten. We had quite a time last night. It's a night I'll never forget. It's morning now, but I can't tell how early it is. My eyes drift to the alarm clock by the bed, and it reads 3:04 AM.

That baffles me. I'm up early. After receiving a pounding from Aaron, I had drifted into sleep. There's no way I should have survived that much pressure. I can still feel my thighs trembling. Aaron manhandled me. I love it.

The sound of my phone vibrating again brings me back to reality. Who the hell is that? I rise from the bed, and immediately, I hear Aaron shift on the bed with a sigh. My heart almost skips a beat. If he wakes up, he won't let me leave so easily-not until round two.

I pick up my phone from the dresser and stare at the caller ID, stark naked. I'm surprised by the caller. It's Chloe, my younger sister. I'm flabbergasted by this. Why would she call me? And why at this time of the morning? Oh, right-we're in different time zones.

Nothing surprises me more than the fact that she's chosen to call me. I've been disconnected from home for a while now. It's been two years. I haven't looked back since I left. Since my failed wedding attempt, I haven't looked back at my family. It's selfish of me, but I know I didn't deserve to spend my life with someone I didn't want to. I couldn't live with it.

And so I left. My father hasn't spoken to me since, and I'm happy. I know he despises me for ruining everything for him, but it doesn't matter. What's done is done.

I step out of the bedroom and hurry into the living room before I pick up the call. I inhale deeply before placing the phone to my ear.

"Hello," I answer stiffly.

There's silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before my younger sister responds.

"Meghan? Is that you?" her little voice asks.

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Who else would it be, Chloe? My husband?"

She chuckles at the other end of the line. She's getting more annoying.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I have to let you know about this," she says.

Her tone is serious, and I correspond by furrowing my brows.

"What is it?" I ask.

She sighs. There's silence. This worries me.

"What is it, Chloe?"

"Dad wants me to get married."

My heart squeezes in my chest as I hear that. No. No way. He wouldn't try it with her too, would he? I thought he'd learned his lesson from me. Why would he want to do the same thing to Chloe?

"What? To whom?" I ask, my voice a whisper.

"I don't know him yet," she replies. "But it's an arranged marriage too."

I bop my forehead. How could that old man be so cruel? Chloe isn't mature enough to be married. She's twenty-three years old and barely finished college a year ago. Why would he bring this upon her? He's stagnating her growth as a woman by forcing her to get married.

I know Chloe very well. She loves to please our father. She would do anything he says in a heartbeat. And I know he will convince her that she's making the right decision, just like he did with me.

That lying bastard, I mutter under my breath.

"Huh?" Chloe asks on the other end of the line.

Only then do I realize I've been quiet the whole time.

"Are you happy about this, Chloe? Do you want to go ahead with it?" I ask.

"Yes. I think it will be good for our family and the others as well," she replies innocently.

I gulp hard. It's just as I feared. Our father has successfully brainwashed her into thinking that getting married is going to fix everything. He's made her think that it's the right decision. I will never forgive him for doing this to my little sister. How could he do such a thing? She is innocent and deserves to be loved.

"So when are you meeting him?" I ask.

"I don't know. I heard it'll be in the next two days," she replies. "He's not around right now."

Two days. That's the time I have to stop this circle of madness. Forty-eight hours. It's enough for me. It will do. I have to let go of the past and face my fears for Chloe. I'll have to go back home. I have to stop this.

"Chloe. I'm coming home," I say. "Don't tell Dad anything until I get there. Understood?"

"Yes, Meghan," she replies.

I can hear a smile on the other end of the line. I gulp hard at the thought of Chloe getting married to someone she doesn't love. It makes me scared. I have to do something about it before it's too late.

"Hey. I love you," I say.

It sounds weird in my mouth. It's not something I say randomly.

"Uhh...I love you too, sis," she says.

From the sound of her voice, I know she realizes how awkward it is. I sigh. Maybe I am too selfish. Just like our father had told me that day.

"See you soon."

"You too."

I end the call. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration as I stand in the living room of the hotel of the man I met barely five hours ago, completely naked.

There's still time for me to get back home. And I'm going to do just that. I can't stay in Japan anymore. Not while this is about to happen.

I rush back into the bedroom and find him still sleeping peacefully. He has his face up and his hands out on the sheets. He looks so beautiful. But this is no time to admire a stranger. I have something important to do. I have a sister to rescue.

I pick up my panties from the foot of the bed and slip them on quickly. With my phone in my right hand, I walk up to his side of the bed and look at him one more time. It's sad that I won't ever see him again.

When we first met, I felt a connection and thought it would end up being more. But this is just a one-night stand, and I'm certain he feels the same.

With that, I leave the bedroom, making sure not to wake him up. I walk into the living room and pick up my dress from the floor, slipping it on quickly. I pick up my heels and head towards the door.

I swing it open and step out of it. The hallway is cold when I get out. I put on my heels quickly and close the door silently before heading out of the hotel.

The first thing I have to do is book a flight. And that's already on my mind. As I get out of the hotel, I stand on the sidewalk and search for a cab. The street is empty. I sigh in disappointment. I'm getting cold.

Finally, a cab arrives, and I flag it down. I tell the driver the address of my hotel, and we're on our way there.

I dial the airline's reception desk, and it doesn't ring more than twice. A female answers.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" the female receptionist asks.

Her English is hurried and stained with her Chinese tongue. I look at my thighs as I answer her. They are still trembling slightly. Somehow, I can still feel Aaron's hands spreading them apart.

"I'd like to book a morning flight."

There's silence on the line for a few seconds. Then comes a rustling sound before she replies. It feels awkward.

"And where will you be heading?"

"Houston, Texas."

I close my eyes and smile at that. Nostalgia hits me as I mention my hometown. It makes the situation feel more real.

I'm going home.