Elena's POV

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was in a room.

Who's room is this?

Then the events that took place earlier came back to me. Those eyes! Oh my goodness I think it was him.

But who would've thought he was a CEO. Maybe it wasn't him and my mind is just playing games with me.

I got off the bed, not bothering to look for my shoes and walk towards the door. On opening the door I leave the room and walk down the hallway in the opposite direction of the balcony I saw.

I went down the stairs and noticed that there was still no one in sight. This house is beautiful and has been decorated to its finest quality. The floor was made of marble and felt so smooth, but cold against the feet.

As I got down I noticed a parlor, it looked very big and spacious.

"Mmmh-hmm." My sightseeing was cut short when I heard someone clear there throat. My top half turned so quickly that my legs stayed behind and I tripped on my own feet when I noticed how close he was to me.

Just as I was about to fall, he caught me and a shiver ran down my spine as I felt those familiar tingles.

This has to be him.

I looked up and noticed the way he looked at me. His stare was so intense and at the same time intriguing that I had another shiver run down my spine.

I quickly averted my gaze and got out of his hold.

"I'd gone to check up on you but noticed that you weren't there. How'd you find your way here?" His voice was deep and yet so smooth that it was almost like music to my ears.

"Uhm, I was looking for someone but it was quiet so I went out of the room, sorry for invading your space. Why... did you bring me here?" I asked looking down.

"No need to apologize, feel free to explore. I brought you here because you fainted in my office and well, I don't like people at my office knowing about my personal life. So I brought you to my house." He answered, coming closer.

I wonder if he remembers me. Is he ashamed of himself? Does he regret it? Cause I wouldn't blame him. Why isn't he kicking me out yet?

"Th-thank you. I'll uhm get my stuff and g-go." I stuttered pointing towards the room upstairs.

"Why did you come alone for the meeting? Why didn't Parker come along with you? He is your boss isn't he?" He asked, sounding stern.

"Yeah, he's my boss. He uhm, was busy?" I quickly looked down when I looked up and saw that he was already looking at me.

"He asked to meet me and yet he's too busy to meet with me? I made time from my busy schedule to come to office and he sends his secretary to meet with me? Who does he think he is? And why is it like you're lying?" His tone was so icy that I was scared to even look up at him.

"I'd gotten to office in the morning and noticed that he wasn't yet there, so I came with the hopes that he'd join me later. But he didn't and - and.... how long was I out?" I rushed out and asked when I looked at the window and saw how dark it was.

"For about ten hours." He answered nonchalantly, and had me looking up at him.

"Ten hours? I had to return to work! And..I passed out." I mumbled out.

"Yes ten hours, do you know why it happened?" He asked

"No." I looked down when I felt like I stared at him for too long. I couldn't even keep eye contact and there he was not looking at anything else besides me.

Which just had me confused. Why'd he leave without a letter or anything else that day. He just vanished, leaving me troubled.

"Why'd you leave that morning?" I found myself saying before I could stop it. And just as the words left my mouth, his demeanor seemed to changed.

"What do you mean?" He sounded confused.

"You know.., the day after we uhm we had sex." I whispered the last part out feeling my face warm up and my throat start to dry.

"You remember." He said, folding his hands across his chest.

"Not much, j-just your eyes." I stated, feeling myself come close to tears. At this instance if I were to look up at him I'd start crying.

"Why'd you leave without a note or anything?" I sniffled and I saw a tear fall to the ground.
He pulled me to a couch, he sat me down then he took a seat next to me.

"I didn't know what else to do. When I got up I saw you lying next to me and the bed sheets were stained with blood.... I'd immediately felt guilty. I thought that you'd maybe not want to see again or that you hated me or something. But a couple days afterwards I regretted not waking you up and not leaving my number, because maybe you would've called and I'd keep in touch with you. So I wanna apologize for being a jerk and a wimp and the fact that I couldn't man up enough to try keeping in touch with you or even leaving an apology note." By the end of his rant my tears were just silently falling and I kept sniffling.

"I spent days crying, I thought that maybe I'd gotten with this rapist or pedophile that had an STD. I-i..." I was sobbing very hard by now.

He shifted closer to me on the couch and brought me into his arms and that tiny action had me weeping even more.

"I cried myself to sleep for days and at some point I didn't blame you because I thought that maybe you were ashamed of sleeping with me and-"

"Why would you think such a thing?" He cut me short and pushed me away so he could look at me. I looked down feeling self conscious under his gaze.

"I don't know,I mean look at me." I shrugged.

"What do you mea-" he was cut short by me gagging and feeling the urge to throw up.

Not knowing where to go, I pulled out of his embrace and emptied the flowers from a vase I saw and puked inside.

"Woah, are you alright?" He asked when I finished.

I just nodded not feeling fine enough to talk. I could feel more bile rising up my throat and I quickly looked at him "washroom" I quickly said. He pointed at a the first door from us in the hall downstairs and I rushed towards it.

On getting inside I immediately got on my knees and continued emptying up my already empty tummy.

I felt a presence behind me and then felt him rubbing my back. I soon finished and flushed.

I got to the sink to rinse my mouth and saw my reflection, I looked horrible.

Red eyes, eyebags, blotchy cheeks and dried up tear prints on my cheeks. I rinsed my mouth and washed my face. When I looked at Mr Knight through the mirror, he looked to be in deep thought.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw me looking around for a towel. He took one from a rack behind him and handed it to me.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Has what?" I asked back

"You throwing up like that, how long has it been going on?" He explained

"A couple days now, I'm sure it'll pass. Maybe it's just a tummy bug." Or maybe I was poisoned by Stella. I wanted to say but didn't, because I feel like I've embarrassed myself enough tonight.

"So you haven't gotten it checked out yet?" He looked worried.

"No, like I said. It must be a bug." I said getting annoyed with him.

"We're going to get that checked out. Right now." He said reaching for my hand.

I yanked his hand away and looked up at him very annoyed.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Like I said before, I'll go up and get my stuff then I'll head home. I'm not going anywhere with you!" I said, puffing my cheeks out in anger.

"It's either you come on your own or I carry you there, either way, we're still going." He retaliated with the same tone as mine.

"I'm going home." I said, trying to walk pass him and head upstairs. But he pulled me back and carried me bridal style.

My eyes widen at his boldness. I started squirming in his hold when he starts moving.

"Put! Me! Down!" I whined and kept squirming.

He changed my position when I started getting out of his hold. From him carrying me bridal style, he now has my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands under my thighs. I looked up him to see that he was already staring.

Ugh would he stop that.

"I wanna go home!" I whined again then started squirming again.

"I'd stop that if I were you. You seem to be keen on going home, so I doubt you'd be able to do that if you're unable to walk out of here." His voice was deep and sounded promising.

I kept quiet as he got out of his house and placed me in his Range Rover. And I also kept quiet all through out the drive to the hospital.

°°°

Here I am, barefoot on a hospital bed with him seated on a chair beside my bed as we waited for the doctor to return with my results.

I took a blood test and the doctor asked for urine sample as well. So here we are waiting.

"What's your name?" He asked. I was still mad at him for dragging me here so I didn't want to reply him but I have to cause I also wanna know his name.

"Elena."

"Beautiful and it suits you. I'm Ethan." His name was almost as gorgeous as he was.

I was gonna thank him for the compliment that had my face heating up, but the doc walked into the room with a smile on her face.

Hopefully the results are positive and I don't have some hidden STD, but I doubt Ethan would've given me one.

I also hope I'm not sick or anything, because I wouldn't be able to bear the embarrassment of her saying I've been poisoned.

How would I explain that to Ethan. Ethan, he was so frea-

"Mr and Mrs Knight I've got good news for y'all. Y'all are expecting and are about 9 weeks gone." She cheerily said.

"I'm sorry, but we're not- wait what?" I interrupted myself when what she said sank in.

"You guys are pregnant!" She excitedly repeated.

"We're what?!" I screamed.

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