Chapter 3 Results

• Alice
• I snapped my eyes open, and the morning sunlight danced across my face. As I quickly sat up, my gaze swept around the unfamiliar room. That's when I saw him - the man from the one-night stand, lying beside me.
• "What have I done?" I whispered to myself as I hastily threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for my clothes. But before I could grab them, the man's hand closed around my wrist.
• Startled, I gasped and turned to face him. "What...?" I began, but he cut me off.
• "Do you think this is some cliché romance movie where you can just run away?" he asked, raising a brow.
• I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself despite the embarrassment I was feeling. "I...I'm sorry about last night. I was just out of it. I'm really sorry."
• Without waiting for his response, I grabbed my clothes and dashed into the bathroom.
• After getting dressed, I stepped out to face the man standing before me. He wore only his underwear, and I quickly averted my gaze.
• "I'll take my leave now," I whispered, and almost turned to rush out but his low and husky voice stopped me.
• "I have a proposal for you," he said.
• "A proposal? For me? Well, what is that?" I asked curiously.
• But before he could respond, his phone rang. He picked it up and answered, launching into a conversation about business and money. As I listened, I realized that this man was more than just a charming stranger - he was a high-powered businessman, a tycoon, possibly.
• I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to him discuss deals and mergers with ease. Who was this man, really? Who the hell did I have sex with?
• He ended the call and turned to me, a soft sigh escaping from his lips. "I'm afraid I have to leave. I have an important business to attend to at the office."
• "I see," I muttered, nodding slightly.
• "But I would still like to discuss the proposal with you," he continued. "Can we talk whenever?"
• "Hmm, I guess that won't be a problem," I replied.
• "Here, take this," he said, handing me his business card. "Make sure to give me a call so that we can discuss the proposal further."
• "Okay," I replied, taking the card from him.
• He quickly dressed and rushed out the door. As soon as he was gone, I let out a sigh of relief. I looked down at the business card in my hand and my eyes widened in shock.
• BLACKWOOD COMPANIES.
• Blackwood Company was a vast and influential enterprise, a household name founded and owned by the enigmatic Mr. Blackwood. What did this man have to do with them? Was he someone important or what?
• "I won't have to meet him again," I muttered to myself, shoving the card into my bag. "He's just a one-night stand, nothing more..."
• I hailed a taxi outside and headed home. The ride was quiet, giving me time to gather my thoughts. When I arrived at our apartment, Naomi looked up from her phone, feeling surprised and at the same time, concerned.
• "Hey, why are you late? I was worried sick!" she exclaimed. "And you weren't even picking up your calls."
• "I'm sorry, I just had a bit too much to drink and ended up sleeping over at… the bar. Ended up waking this morning."
• Naomi raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. "Okay, fine. I'm running late for work, and I need to leave now."
• "No problem," I nodded. "Bye and be careful."
• "Yeah, sure," she replied, grabbing her bag and headed for the door. "Oh, and there's food in the kitchen. Help yourself."
• I smiled, grateful for her thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Naomi. You're a lifesaver."
• We exchanged a quick wave goodbye, and Naomi rushed out the door, leaving me alone in the apartment.
• I pulled out my phone and decided to do some online research. I typed in Blackwood company CEO, and my eyes widened as I scrolled through the search results.
• Xavier Blackwood, the man I had a one-night stand with, was the owner, and they claimed he was a successful billionaire CEO. I couldn't believe it.
• Did I really sleep with someone this influential? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I've heard of Blackwood Company, but I'd never seen the CEO's face until now.
• I made up my mind then and there: I would never see him again, and I also tried to put the encounter out of my mind.
• Time flew by, and I soon started a new job as a server at a small restaurant, which helped me earn some much-needed money.
• But then, I began to feel unwell. At first, I brushed it off as exhaustion, but as the days went by, my symptoms only worsened.
• One morning, as I was getting ready for work with Naomi, I suddenly felt nauseous, and I rushed into the toilet and started vomiting.
• Naomi followed close behind, concern etched on her face.
• "Hey, you okay?" she asked.
• I nodded, still feeling queasy. "I'm fine," I replied, washing my face with cold water.
• But she wasn't convinced. "I don't think you should go to work today. You look so pale. You should rest."
• I shook my head, trying to act brave. "No, I'm fine. I can do it. Besides, I really don't want to miss work."
• Naomi looked really worried, but she didn't push the issue. At least, not yet.
• But before we could continue the conversation, I felt another wave of nausea hit me. I rushed back into the bathroom and vomited again.
• This time, Naomi's expression was even more concerned. "Alice, are you pregnant?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
• I spun around, shocked. "What? No, I'm not! How...why would I be pregnant?"
• "It's just a simple question," she said, rolling her eyes.
• "Why would you ask that kind of question," I snarled, looking completely upset.
• But before another word could escape from my lips, I felt a cold feeling creeping up my spine because I had suddenly remembered the one-night stand from four weeks ago… and the fact that we didn't use protection and I was on my ovulation.
• Oh God. It can't be. Please!
• "No, I'm not pregnant," I said, shaking my head in denial. "It's not possible. Never."
• Naomi raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go to the doctor to confirm? At least you'll know what's wrong and can get some rest and medication."
• I sighed, feeling a bit defeated. "Okay, fine. I'll go."
• I took a deep breath and left for the hospital. After a series of tests, my name was called. I stood up, my heart racing, and made my way to the doctor's office.
• The doctor, a kind-faced woman with a gentle smile, greeted me warmly as I took my seat opposite her.
• "Congratulations, Miss Brown, you're four weeks pregnant."
• I felt like my world had been turned upside down. This should not be happening to me.