Elena Hayes had never imagined her night would end like this.
She came to the charity gala to save her pride after her ex had dumped her in the cruelest way possible—calling her boring, plain, unworthy. His words stung, but she refused to shed a tear in public.
She walked out of the ballroom, her heels clicking against the marble, her back straight despite the ache in her chest. But then—she met his eyes.
Adrian Knight.
The cold, ruthless billionaire CEO. Every magazine called him untouchable. Every woman whispered his name like a dangerous prayer.
And yet, tonight, his piercing black eyes were on her.
One gaze, and her breath hitched. Something burned in his stare—intensity, hunger.
He approached her, slow and deliberate. "You don't belong with them," he said, his deep voice brushing against her ears like velvet.
Her lips trembled. "And where do I belong, then?"
His answer was wordless. A faint smirk. A hand brushing against her arm. The faintest spark lit her veins on fire.
One drink turned into two.
Two drinks turned into his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her closer, until she found herself pressed against him at the edge of the ballroom.
Her breath caught. "Mr. Knight—"
"Adrian," he corrected, his lips ghosting over her ear.
Her heart pounded. She should walk away. But instead, she whispered his name, "…Adrian."
His eyes darkened, and the next thing she knew, she was in his sleek car, the city lights blurring past.
The penthouse elevator closed.
His mouth crashed onto hers. She gasped against him, a soft moan spilling from her lips—"Mmm… ahh…"—as his tongue teased hers, demanding, relentless.
He pinned her against the mirrored wall, his body hard against her trembling frame.
"Tell me to stop," he growled, his voice ragged.
She couldn't. She wouldn't.
"Don't… stop…" she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
By the time they stumbled into his bedroom, her dress was half off, his jacket on the floor.
Her body arched as his lips trailed fire down her throat. "Ahh… Adrian… mmmh…"
The sound of her moans filled the room, mingling with his low groans. Every time he kissed her skin, every time his hands roamed lower, she couldn't hold back—"Nhh… ohh… yes…"
He lifted her, laying her on the silk sheets, his gaze burning as he looked at her flushed face, her trembling lips.
"Beautiful," he murmured, before claiming her mouth again.
The night was fire.
Every kiss turned hotter, every touch desperate.
"Ahh… Adrian… faster… mmmh…" Elena moaned, her voice breaking into sharp gasps as the rhythm of their bodies matched.
"Say my name again," he demanded, his voice hoarse.
"Adrian… ahhh… Adrian!"
Her cries filled the vast penthouse, echoing against the glass walls. His groans grew deeper, rougher, as if her sounds drove him insane.
"Mine," he growled, his breath hot against her ear.
Her answer was another moan, helpless and sweet, her body trembling under his.
By the time dawn broke, Elena lay weak against his chest, her voice raw from whispering and moaning his name through the night.
But morning light is cruel.
She woke to silence, her heart pounding with regret. Adrian still slept, his sharp features softened by slumber.
Panic seized her.
She dressed quickly, her legs trembling, her mind racing. One night. That's all it was supposed to be.
She slipped out the door, praying he would never remember her.
But fate was never so kind.
Two weeks later, clutching a pregnancy test with shaking hands, Elena Hayes realized she carried Adrian Knight's child.
The secret that would change everything.