The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

The moment I saw the intruder, and he saw me, our screams pierced the silence of the night, creating a discord of terror and surprise. My heart raced as I prepared to strike the intruder with the object in my hand, a seemingly harmless hairbrush. But when the dim light revealed his face, my heart plummeted. It was Kieran.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Wide-eyed and startled, Kieran stood before me, an expression of disbelief etched across his face. My hand, once poised to strike, now trembled with the realization of my mistaken attack. “What are you doing here at this hour?!” I exclaimed, a mixture of relief and frustration in my voice.

Kieran blinked, clearly taken aback. “Why are you holding a hairbrush?” he inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.

I sighed, feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to my cheeks. “I’m here because Bella told me to check up on you and gave me her key,” Kieran explained. “I thought you were an intruder. You could’ve called me,” I retorted, berating myself for my overzealous reaction.

Kieran defended himself, his tone growing defensive. “I did call you, and you didn’t pick up.”

The realization of my phone’s status struck me like a wave of realization. I had inadvertently set it on “Do Not Disturb.” My lapse in judgment had led to this chaotic encounter, and I could only shake my head at the folly of it all.

Leaving the hairbrush aside, I retreated to my room to retrieve my phone. Placing it on the charger, I took a moment to collect myself and to ensure that there were no more surprises in store.

When I returned to the living room, Kieran was sitting on the couch, a bag of chips and my favorite juice, Capri Sun, by his side. He flashed a friendly smile as I sat down beside him. I couldn’t help but reach for a handful of chips; they were a welcomed distraction from the earlier fright.

Kieran, still dressed in his business attire, explained that he had come straight from work. “It was a busy day,” he remarked, recalling the hectic schedule he’d endured. “Dad invited our Chinese associate for a meeting without telling me, and I had to last-minute prepare everything.”

I nodded, appreciating the challenges he faced in his professional life. Our conversation flowed naturally, a blend of catching up and reflecting on our shared past. Kieran suddenly ventured into a fond recollection of our childhood adventures.

“Hey, remember how we used to build forts in our room?” he asked, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

A smile spread across my face as I was transported back to those cherished memories. “Of course, I remember,” I replied with a hint of laughter. “We used to take every blanket and pillow we could find and build the most elaborate forts, and we’d spend hours playing inside them.”

Kieran chuckled, clearly enjoying the trip down memory lane. “And those late-night ghost stories we’d tell each other,” he added. “We’d terrify ourselves to the point where we’d be too scared to get up for a glass of water.”

We both shared a hearty laugh, remembering those nights when our imaginations ran wild

As Kieran and I continued our heartfelt conversation, he couldn’t help but express his amazement. “I can’t believe my baby sister is pregnant,” he mused, his tone filled with a mix of wonder and amusement. “And in such an unusual way too. You’re also married.”

I grinned at his words, my heart warmed by his reaction. “I know, it’s all been quite the whirlwind,” I replied, my eyes sparkling with a mix of happiness and nostalgia. “I’m Mrs. Thornton now,” I added, showing off the delicate ring that Sebastian had given me.

Kieran’s eyes focused on the ring, and he reached out to inspect it more closely. “That’s beautiful,” he remarked, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation. “It’s so shiny.”

I beamed at his compliment, my fingers lightly tracing the gleaming gemstone. The ring was a symbol of the love and commitment that Sebastian and I shared, a testament to the unexpected but profound connection that had formed between us.

After a brief silence filled with a sense of contentment, I decided to broach a more serious topic, one that had been weighing on my mind. “So, I’ve been thinking about my future and that of the baby,” I began, my gaze meeting Kieran’s with unwavering determination.

Kieran’s expression shifted, his features reflecting his readiness to engage in a deeper conversation. “Yes?” he encouraged, his curiosity evident.

I took a deep breath, the gravity of my words weighing on me. “I know I haven’t discussed this yet with Sebastian, but I think he will agree on it too,” I continued, trying to convey the importance of the matter. The recent upheavals in my life had prompted me to contemplate the future with greater urgency, particularly considering the drama and threats that had become all too familiar.

“I was thinking,” I said, choosing my words with care, “if you wanted to be our baby’s godfather.”

Kieran’s reaction was instantaneous. His eyes softened with a myriad of emotions as he processed my request. “Really? You want me to be the godfather?” he inquired, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and genuine appreciation.

I couldn’t help but smile, a rush of warmth enveloping me. “Yes, yes,” I confirmed, my voice filled with a quiet but unwavering resolve. The prospect of Kieran becoming our child’s godfather held great significance for me.

Kieran didn’t hesitate. He pulled me into a tight, affectionate hug, his arms providing a sense of comfort and assurance. “I would love to fulfill that role,” he declared, his words carrying the weight of his commitment and love.

In that moment, wrapped in Kieran’s warm and reassuring embrace, I couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of happiness. It was a happiness tinged with the knowledge that, despite the challenges and uncertainties that had beset my life, I had the unwavering support of my brother.

Kieran’s acceptance of my request to be our baby’s godfather was more than just a symbolic gesture; it was a testament to the strength of our family bonds. I knew that my child would be well cared for, loved, and protected with Kieran by its side. It was a comforting thought, one that filled my heart with gratitude.

“With everything going on right now, I want to be prepared for everything,” I admitted, my voice laced with sincerity. The threats and dangers that had surrounded me had made me acutely aware of the need to plan for the future, to ensure that my child would be safe and cherished.

Kieran gazed at me with a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of care. “Nothing will happen to you or the baby, sis,” he stated, his voice carrying a strong conviction. “You are surrounded by loving people, and we are all here to protect you.”