PREGNANT BY A STRANGER,CLAIMED BY A BILLIONAIRE

I woke up and did not know where I was.

The ceiling above me was not mine and neither was the color of the walls. The smell of an unfamiliar cologne soaked into the fabric, and my stomach turned before my brain had even fully switched on.

I sat up slowly, my head banging like it would split olin that way that only comes from drinking things you should not have mixed. I pressed two fingers to my temple and breathed through my nose and waited for the room to stop tilting.

That was when my eyes fell on the body beside me.

There was a man, and I had never seen those shoulders before. He wasn't Ryan.

There was a stranger in bed beside me and I was naked and my head hurt and I could not remember how any of this had happened.

I instantly jerked up, pulling the blanket over my open body. He had the blanket pulled up over his face, only dark hair visible against the pillow, his breathing slow and even.

I was disgusted by the sight of him beside me but he was sleeping like he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Last night was my birthday and Ryan had planned a surprise party. I remembered that part. I remembered walking into the hall and everyone shouting and the warmth of it, all those people I loved in one room. I remembered taking more champagne than I should have. I remembered dancing to the blaring music and laughter and Ryan spinning me once on the dancefloor with that stupid grin of his.

But that was all. My mind was like a clean, blank wall where the rest of the night should have been.

"Hey! Wake up." I reached over and shook the man.

He made a sound but didn't move.

"Wake up." I shook him harder, my voice dropping low without meaning to, like some part of me was scared of what would happen when he opened his eyes. "Get up right now."

Just then, the door burst open and I turned.

Ryan stood in the doorway still wearing his jacket, his keys in his hand. He had clearly been out looking for me. I watched his eyes move across the room from the strange shoes on the floor to the clothes that were not mine trying very hard to understand what they were seeing.

And then they finally fell on me, sitting up in the sheets of a bed that was not ours.

"Ryan."

His face was blank and unreadable and he said nothing and that terrified me.

"It is not what you think." I was already struggling on the bed, already dragging the sheet around me and moving toward him. "I swear to you, I do not know what happened. I don't remember, I can't remember anything after the party, I would never…"

The man in the bed stretched and reached for me without opening his eyes. His hand found my