Trapped Between Two CEOs

I groaned and tucked the duvet over my head, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of a manly perfume, I stiffened as my eyes fluttered open to reveal a warm body next to me.

I flinched and jumped up in shock, my eyes scanning the room.

The first thing that reminded me of how messed up things were, was an excruciating headache that formed a cap around my head as I looked down at my bare body, I was frozen in shock, and the guy lying next to me adjusted his position on the bed and wrapped part of the duvet around his body.

Three questions filled my confused mind.

What was I doing in this unfamiliar room?

Who's this guy? And most importantly, why wasn't I dressed?

I turned toward the guy. He had light brown hair and a perfectly sculptured jawline which seemed familiar, some sort of memories awakening in my shallow mind.

I remember meeting this dude in some bar while I filled my cup with liquor. I remember him asking me if I was alright, a question that was met with no response. But, what I couldn't remember was how I ended up on his bed, lying next to him without clothes.

I looked around for my clothes and saw them lying on the floor in disarray as if they had been hastily discarded.

I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts that raced through my mind.

As I made my way out of the room, I realized where I was. I was in a five-star hotel, on the fifteenth floor of the skyscraper.

I tried to hide my face in shame as I passed two women walking to the elevator. They seemed to be staring at me, and I felt as though they knew that something was wrong.

I gathered my hair into a messy bun and placed my hand on my waist, but it didn't help. I was sweating despite the cold air conditioning.

When the elevator doors opened with a ding, I walked out and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Pushing open the door to my single-room apartment, I stumbled to the bed and fell face-first into my pillow.

"I can't believe I slept with a stranger," I mumbled, pressing the pillow against my face. "I lost my job, I lost everything!"

How was I going to survive? After years of trying to secure my job, and almost getting my life back on track, it had all vanished because of one silly mistake in paperwork.

It all came crashing down because of a paperwork mistake. Now, I have lost my job.

That was it! I wouldn't be able to find another one in time before I starved to death. I still believed it was all a setup.

How could someone do such a thing? I thought I was good at what I did - just an office assistant.

It was just a mix-up with a few documents, and that was the kiss of death for my job.

I sat up to look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair, once framing my face in pretty curls, now looked like a wet rug, and my eyes appeared tired and sunken. I sighed, feeling the weight of the entire situation.

I hadn't taken the one-night stand I had with a total stranger seriously. I had so much going on in my life that I didn't think about it, until a few weeks later when I started feeling sick. I spent the last of my money on a check-up, only to discover that I was pregnant.

At first, I denied it. The idea of having a baby with a random man whom I barely knew was absurd. But it was too much to bear in silence, so I confided in my best friend.

"How can you say you don't know who the father is?" Avery asked, her eyes fixed on me.

"This is bad, Becca."

I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in the chair.

"It all feels like a nightmare. I lost my job and drowned my sorrows in alcohol, only to wake up in a hotel room with a stranger, and now," I gestured upward in frustration, "I'm pregnant!"

"Oh, Becca. What are you going to do?" Avery exclaimed. "Are you going to keep the baby?"

My eyes widened. "I don't even know if I want to keep it!" I cried. "I don't want a child, it's not something I ever planned for."

Avery let out a deep sigh.

"If having the baby won't bring you joy, maybe you should consider terminating the pregnancy. It might be better for you to be free from this pain."

She got up and moved to sit next to me.

"Can you remember anything about the father? His face or anything else?" she asked me softly.

I closed my eyes. "He had dark brown hair, and I think his eyes were a greyish blue. But that's all. I'm not going to go on some wild goose chase looking for a man I barely knew," I said, feeling frustrated. "I don't have the money to do all that. I'll never find him."

I paused and bit my lip before saying softly, "Avery, what am I going to do?" I said sadly. "I don't even have a job."

I heard a soft sigh, and then Avery placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. She smiled gently at me and said, "Don't worry, you'll figure it out. You're a smart girl, Becca. You just have to think positively." She hugged me tightly. "You just need to be stronger than anyone."

I smiled weakly and rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling somewhat comforted by her words. It was hard to stay strong when every passing day brought more sadness to my heart, and I didn't know how to handle it.

For now, Avery was the only person I trusted to help me through this. She was the only friend I could confide in.

Standing opposite the grand façade of a five-star hotel, I felt a mix of trepidation and determination. The building exuded elegance, with its tall windows, intricate ironwork, and a beautiful dark red color accented with gold and silver. I took a deep breath, clutching my bag as I checked my outfit to ensure I looked professional and put together.

"I can do this. Just go inside, tell them I'm here for an interview, and then get the job," I reassured myself.

Running my fingers over the hem of my grey pencil skirt, I admired the building once more before walking towards the entrance. I paused, waiting for my racing heart to settle down from the rush of adrenaline.

"Just go in, just go in. You have no choice but to do so anyway. You need this job," I repeated in my head, trying to muster the courage.

Finally, I exhaled sharply and turned the corner to enter the lobby.

"Miss Stone," a voice called from behind me. I whirled around to see a lady dressed in a black and off-white dress. She had brown hair pulled back, revealing her forehead, and her eyes were a bright shade of green.

"Please follow me," she said, gesturing without waiting for my response, and led the way towards an elevator.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I sensed an invisible barrier between us, but her encouraging smile gave me a sense of certainty.

"Thank you for following me, Miss Stone. Your interview is in room seven hundred and twenty-four. Please wait by the door for a minute, as someone will be coming to get you," she instructed.

"Of course," I replied politely. Glancing around the opulent lobby, I couldn't help but notice the extravagance of the surroundings.

Having lived in a one-room apartment since graduating from college, I had always been focused on making ends meet. The sight of such luxury and wealth was something I found difficult to comprehend.

Nearby, a small group stood by one of the windows, gazing out with a curious expression. "Are you here for the interview?" someone inquired from behind me.

I turned in surprise, scanning the familiar face from his torso to his face.

"Yes, I was asked to wait here," I replied, my breath catching in my throat as I realized my mistake. The man before me was the father of my unborn child.

He was taller than me and seemed even stronger too from where I As we stepped out of the elevator, I sensed an invisible barrier between us, but her encouraging smile gave me a sense of certainty. "Thank you for guiding me, Miss Stone. Your interview is in room seven hundred and twenty-four. Please wait by the door for a minute, as someone will be coming to get you," she instructed.

"Of course," I replied politely. Glancing around the opulent lobby, I couldn't help but notice the extravagance of the surroundings. Having lived in a one-room apartment since graduating from college, I had always been focused on making ends meet. The sight of such luxury and wealth was something I found difficult to comprehend.

Nearby, a small group stood by one of the windows, gazing out with a curious expression. "Are you here for the interview?" someone inquired from behind me.

I turned in surprise, scanning the familiar face from his torso to his face.

"Yes, I was asked to wait here," I replied, my breath catching in my throat as I realized my mistake. The man before me was the father of my unborn child.

He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, giving him the air of a model rather than an ordinary man in his early thirties.

His greyish-blue eyes held a hint of sadness or perhaps pity as they looked down at me. Heat crept up my neck as I offered a polite smile, but he remained stoic, not returning the gesture.

"I don't usually accept people with low standards into my hotel, but since you're here for an interview, let's proceed," he said with a slight scoff, his gaze lingering on my outfit.

"Low standards." The words reverberated in my mind.

I followed him, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. I had mistaken him for the stranger, and his reaction towards me was laced with disdain and pity.

I quickly pushed the negative thoughts aside, refusing to let them consume me. I needed to secure this job, for the sake of my unborn child.

As I entered room seven hundred and twenty-four, the assistant led me inside. Five individuals were seated in the middle of the room, two men and one woman, each offering polite and warm greetings as I reciprocated.

Among the gentlemen, one stood out with his wild, tousled mess of light blonde hair, a stark contrast to the formal attire he wore.

I smiled kindly at him and took the last available seat, focusing on the ongoing conversation. The man directly across from me introduced himself as Daniel Kline, the head of Security and Technology.

"I'm sure you've heard of my business already, but I'd love to properly introduce myself to a young lady interested in joining our company," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Kline," I replied, stealing a glance at the man whom I presumed to be the father of my unborn child. He sat opposite me and pulled out a file, presumably mine.

After a long and somewhat awkward introduction, they finally informed me that I had been accepted for the job.

As I made my way out of the room and down the hallway, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over me. My heart pounded as I pushed open the large double doors to exit, but before I could step out, my hands were roughly grabbed, and a sharp pain shot through my skin, causing a searing sensation.

I was forcefully pulled out of the room and pushed against the wall, causing a small trickle of blood to run from my nose. The man holding onto my arm tightly leaned in close to my face and accused me, "You selfish human, you took the job my daughter had been applying for. Who do you think you are?"

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, feeling bewildered by his reaction. He released my arm and stepped back, allowing me to move away from him. It was then that I realized his identity.

"Mr. Carson?" I asked in disbelief, my jaw dropping as I recognized the man who had been the cause of my termination from my previous job. I vividly remembered the heated argument and how he had favored his daughter over me, leading to my dismissal.

His eyes bore into mine, and I felt a lump form in my throat from the intensity of his gaze. He let out a loud sigh and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "You should be ashamed of yourself, you little prey. I promise you won't get away with this."

A small crowd gathered around us, drawn in by the commotion. I was left speechless, feeling like I was living in a surreal nightmare. This whole incident was enough to ruin any chance of working at the prestigious GG Supreme five-star hotel.

As the crowd grew, the press jostled to get a clear view of my shocked expression and the man threatening to sabotage my new job.

Desperate to escape the chaos, I felt a hand grab mine from behind and pull me towards a waiting black limousine. I looked up to see a stranger opening the car door and urging me to get in quickly.

Before I knew it, we were driving away from the crowd and onto the open road.

"What were you trying to accomplish by that little drama?" the guy asked. "I allowed you to work in my establishment and you went ahead to..."

"I'm pregnant," the word left my mouth in a bit of a squeal in frustration.

The guy blink twice. "I'm sorry, you're what?"

"Don't act like you don't know, I'm not the most subtle person."

His eyes narrowed and then widened again as if he understood something about me or maybe even was surprised. I didn't care either way at this point. "Well, that's...unexpected. Why telling me that?" He frowned.

I felt my heart thumping in my chest rapidly as the car went to an abrupt stop. I felt so embarrassed by his reaction that I almost melted in the seat, for once I thought I was accusing the wrong person of my misfortune.

"You're a crazy lady, your priority is out of order," the guy mumbled. "The wrong choice for my hotel."

The moment he mentioned that my eyes narrowed into slit. Does he own the hotel? I bit my lower lips as my cheek started to burn, I was accusing the wrong person.

"I'm sorry, sir?" I apologize for the thought that I needed the job badly. "I didn't know you weren't the one, you happened to have similarities with the father of my unborn child."

The guy was quiet for a while. "Rogers, I prefer you call me that," he said.

I nodded, my hand reaching out to unbuckle my seat belt. "Okay, Mr Rogers. I'm sorry for everything."

"You shouldn't, you're day is going bad," he replied.

I immediately looked up, suddenly shocked by his words. My eyes got trapped in his and he leaned forward his face getting closer until I could feel his breath.

He reached forward and unbuckled the seat belt for me. I pushed open the door slowly and found my way out of the car, trying to recollect what had just happened as I made my way towards the entrance of my apartment.

I turned to look behind me and eventually spared a few glances from Mr Rogers as he climbed down his car and made his way towards me.

My heart froze as I wondered why he was following me when he would have driven his car away like a decent young man. I stood transfixed at the spot and watched him as he took his step one at a time, letting the wind embrace his hair as he made his way to meet me.

"I don't want to go back to the office and face the mess you've created," He said. "If you don't mind, can I come in?"

The question rang through my ears in a much more embarrassing manner. After being called a cheap standard now he wants to see the mess of my one-room apartment.

I gulped. "Um, yes of course." Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I pushed open the door of my room and my gaze fell on the mess of my room. Clothes were almost everywhere on the floor and my pillows were in an adverse direction, everything looked like my room was a previous battleground for teenage girls.

I had my closet wide open and the window display was the worst. I felt like I should disappear. I rushed forward and grabbed a chair close to the window and brought it next to where Mr Rogers was standing. He had this retched look plastered on his face as he scanned my room with his eyes.

"Um, sorry my room is a mess," I drawled. "I didn't have much time to put things in order this morning, and I wasn't expecting anyone to come by."

He forced a slight smile and took the seat. "It's okay." He scoffed. "It's not bad."

I sighed looking around the room to figure out what I should do first. I gathered the clothes and pilled them up to my closet before picking up the remaining stuff from the ground.

"So you live here?" Mr Rogers asked, his voice embedded in mockery.

My back stiffened. I wasn't expecting someone so rude to question me. But I couldn't let him know that.

"Yeah, I've only been here for two years, but yeah." I turned around to look at him.

"You're so unorganized, technically not the kind of stuff I need in my hotel. I mean look at your house, it's like a rat hole." His words were full of disdain and disgust. I knew I shouldn't care about his opinion of my home, but he was too rude to say things about it.

I tried not to show any sign of discomfort as I continued putting away my belongings. But deep within my heart, I was angry and sad. "Not everyone has it all on roses, sir," I responded with a hint of venom.

His eyes widened as they looked at me. They narrowed when he thought for a moment longer before saying, "I see, very discomforting," He smirked.

My face dropped and I quickly looked elsewhere. I wasn't used to people dismissing my life and telling me how horrible it was.

But I have a temper the type I can't control when it comes to people trying to point out the obliviousness of my life.

"Yes, I find myself extremely uncomfortable at times because people like you tend to think of my life as a mess because they think they're better than me, and if you're starting to feel discomfort I'll suggest you leave," I spoke quietly as I placed another pair of shoes into my small box.

Mr Rogers was quiet for a while before he stood up, and I thought he was going to leave but instead, he made his way to meet me hastily. The shoe box in my hands dropped to the ground and he pulled me close to the wall.

We were standing in each other's personal space and my face grew hot. My eyes darted from his piercing stare to his lips then to his chest. A shiver went through my body as his hands grasped the sides of my hips.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, not wanting to break whatever fragile peace we had between us just yet. I felt some sort of attachment between us and my heart beat rapidly.

"I didn't say your life is a mess, you talk too much." He looked down at my lips and I felt the urge to push him away but I couldn't resist him. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me hard on the mouth.

After a few seconds of me fighting against his kiss, I gave in and kissed him back. It was passionate and fast.

"I've been holding the urge to kiss you, Miss Stone," he mumbled.

The way he said my name sent shivers up my spine. I didn't respond and instead pushed him away as much as I could.

"I'm afraid I don't share those feelings." I tried to keep the disappointment from my voice but couldn't quite manage to hide it. "I'm sorry," I added softly, looking down at his feet.