The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

The moment had been surreal, with Sebastian on one knee proposing at the base of the Statue of Liberty. My stunned refusal hung in the air, and for a fleeting instant, I thought perhaps I had overreacted.

But then, as if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, the scene was interrupted by blinding flashes of cameras. Panic surged through me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that the paparazzi had followed us, capturing this disastrous proposal for the world to see.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Sebastian must have felt the same surge of panic because he grabbed my hand, and we ran towards the waiting car. My mind raced with frustration and embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had been put in this situation.

Once safely inside the car, I turned to Sebastian, my anger boiling over. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

Sebastian looked sheepish, clearly aware of the magnitude of his mistake. “I’m the one who should be asking that,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on me. “How could you turn down my proposal?”

The absurdity of his question struck me like a lightning bolt. “I don’t even know you, you weirdo!” I retorted, my anger flaring. “Did you really think I would say yes?”

Sebastian nodded sheepishly, and the fury in my eyes intensified. “First, a baby, and now a marriage proposal,” I fumed, my frustration mounting. “That’s so stupid. I already have so much going on!”

Sebastian, too, was clearly exasperated. “Me too!”

I let out an exasperated huff, my frustration evident as I tried to make sense of the stupid situation we found ourselves in. “And you still decided to propose to me? Are you crazy?” I demanded, my voice filled with incredulity.

Sebastian, undeterred by my incredulous tone, defended his actions with an air of conviction. “It’s not that crazy if you think about it!” he argued.

I rolled my eyes, unable to fathom his logic. “It is!” I retorted, my patience wearing thin. “I wanted to raise this baby alone. I don’t need you. Why are you forcing your way into its life? I know you don’t want this!”

Sebastian’s gaze bore into me, and even though I refused to meet his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his stare. “Are you for real right now, Mia?” he asked, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation. “That’s my baby too. And even though a baby wasn’t on my to-do list anytime soon, I want to be involved in its life too. I’m not a freaking deadbeat father, Mia!” he yelled.

His outburst startled me, and I flinched at the sudden escalation of emotions. Sebastian’s voice softened as he apologized, “Sorry,” he muttered. “But whether you want it or not, I am going to be involved in this.”

I sighed, feeling emotionally drained by the intensity of our conversation. “A baby doesn’t mean marriage,” I stated firmly, attempting to convey my perspective. “Just because I carry your baby doesn’t mean we need to get married. We don’t even know each other.”

“Then let’s get to know each other,” Sebastian suggested, his tone surprisingly earnest. I glanced at him, struck by the unexpected proposal.

“For the sake of our baby… not marriage,” he clarified, his eyes locked onto mine.

I nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. “For the sake of our baby,” I repeated, the weight of our unborn child’s presence looming large over our conversation.

The prospect of his constant presence both intrigued and worried me. While I appreciated his willingness to take responsibility for our child, I still didn’t like him. Not even as a friend. In fact, I barely knew him. Sebastian Thornton was a stranger in my life, thrust into it by an unexpected twist of fate.

Sure, he possessed the qualities that many would find attractive-handsome, wealthy, and, admittedly, skilled in certain areas of life. But beyond that, we couldn’t have been more different. Our worlds were poles apart, and our values and priorities seemed to diverge at every turn.

He was a successful businessman with a reputation to uphold, while I was a hardworking professional trying to make a name for myself in my own right.

Every interaction with Sebastian felt like a collision of worlds, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that washed over me whenever he was near. Our conversations were stilted and awkward, and the silences between us spoke volumes about our differences.

Yet, despite our incompatibility, there was a common thread that bound us together-the impending arrival of our child. It was a reality we couldn’t escape, and as much as I wanted to keep Sebastian at arm’s length, I knew that our child deserved to have both parents actively involved in their life.

Just as we seemed to be finding some common ground amidst the chaos of our lives, my phone started buzzing incessantly. My heart raced as I looked at the caller ID, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud.

Sebastian noticed the fear in my eyes and frowned, his concern palpable. “Are you scared?” he asked, his voice gentle.

I couldn’t deny it. I was terrified. My parents didn’t yet know about my divorce from Gavin, and the impending scandal of my pregnancy and the failed marriage proposal were the last things I wanted to reveal to them. Gavin had been equally reticent about sharing the truth with our families, fully aware of the consequences of his actions.

With trembling fingers, I unlocked my phone and accessed the messages that had flooded my inbox. My worst fear was realized as I read the contents. The messages contained various screenshots and links to articles, all bearing the headlines of the disastrous proposal and the rumors swirling around my unexpected pregnancy. The gossip had spread like wildfire, and the world now knew the tangled mess of my personal life.

Sebastian watched as my face paled with each new revelation. The weight of my parents’ inevitable anger and disappointment pressed down on me, and I couldn’t help but feel trapped in a nightmare of my own making.

As I swiped through the messages, my brother’s name appeared on the screen. He had sent a text, and the contents left me with a mix of dread and resignation.

Mia, Mom and Dad know.