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Mr Ceo, I'm Carrying Your Babies

BLURB;  One night spent with her boss leads to an awkward working atmosphere and an unforeseen pregnancy.  Virgin Sophia wakes up naked beside a stranger after her boss' welcome party. And she receives a bigger shock when that stranger turns out to be her boss.  Determined to avoid him, Sophia does all she can to never cross paths with Chris until one day she's recommended as his secretary.  Chris always remembers how he woke up next to Sophia instead of his girlfriend, Mia. And he always felt he did her wrong until she decided to trap him with the pregnancy.  Chris's dislike for Sophia begins to grow and just how far can you hate someone while loving them at the same time?  Will Chris  be able to realize his hidden affections for Sophia? And why does it look like all the odds were against them? Including a ghost from his father's past. 
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Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Sophia woke up with a smile on her face. She had the craziest, weirdest dream ever. And her whole body felt complete and satisfied for some weird reason.

 She shifted in her big bed and paused. 

Two things were not right. 

One she felt naked and two...she looked up slowly, and there in her bed, wrapped in his embrace was a man...a very sexy man. 

"Ahhhhhhh-Oof!"

Chris opened his eyes just as his body rolled off the bed. 

He was able to save his head from smashing on the floor. He'd never fallen off his bed and he tried to remember what exactly it was that woke him up. 

Sophia on the other hand, felt the middle of her legs become sore with pain as she pushed Chris off the bed with her two legs. 

Immediately she pulled off the white bedsheet and her eyes went wide with mortification. 

If the soreness wasn't the dead give away, then the red stain on her thighs and on the white sheets just told her what she needed to know.

She'd just been raped, in her own bed and in her own house. 

"No, no, no...please... no! Nooo!" She yelled and Chris stood up immediately to see a strange woman in his bed, naked, wrapped up in his sheet and sobbing as she stared at her body. 

Chris looked around the room and he was very sure he wasn't dreaming nor was he hallucinating. 

"Who...who are you?" He asked, his gaze questioning. 

Sophia looked up at him with anger boiling in her teary eyes and Chris couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. 

"You psychotic bastard!" She grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. Chris grabbed it just before it made contact with his face. 

"What the-" He sucked as he saw the flower vase coming towards his direction. He shielded himself with the pillow as the vase shattered above him. 

"How dare you rape me! In my own apartment!" Sophia continued to sob and cry and throw things at Ben who was trying his best to stay alive and avoid the harmful objects she was throwing his way. 

"Stop! I didnt-Ah! Fuck!.. I didn't rape you." 

"You fucking liar. I am naked in my bed with the crimson color of my virginity staring at me in the face! Couldn't you look for a bitch ready to sell you her body for a few bucks! I'll kill you today." 

Chris knew that if he wasn't careful, this crazy woman would definitely murder him in his own house. 

So as soon as Sophia turned to look for something else to throw at him, he jumped on her, and pinned her down to the bed.

"Oh, you want to rape me again! Let me go!" She yelled, tears flowing down into her hairline. 

Chris held her two hands down with one and slammed the other hand on her mouth. 

"You'll shut up and listen to me, crazy lady. I don't know you and I've never met you but I didn't rape you. And before you start throwing accusations at me, this is my house. Look around." 

And that's when Sophia realized it. 

She didn't have white sheets or a white walls with golden decor. Her room was more girlish. 

Chris saw when realizàtion hit her and even he already came to a conclusion on his own. 

"Were you here for last night's party?" He asked and she nodded. 

Chris sighed, "You must have come into my bedroom by accident last night but trust me, I didn't rape you. I thought you were my girlfriend..." 

The tears began to pile up and fall in full force. 

Chris felt guilty pricking his chest and immediately asked, "If I let you go, you need to promise to not throw anything at me."

Sophia nodded and Chris pulled away, she immediately sat up and pulled the sheet around her. 

"I was drunk and you must have been as well because I..." 

"Can you leave the room please?" Chris said nothing. She looked up at him with wide eyes, glossy with tears. She'd just lost her virginity to a stranger in her boss's house. All she wanted was to be far away from here and him. "Please..."

Chris turned around and walked away leaving Sophia to do her thing in the bathroom. 

When she was done, she got dressed and left the bedroom, not wanting to face him anymore. 

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*SOPHIA'S APARTMENT*

"Sophia! You're back–" She looked up at her best friend as she walked in.

Sophia watched as the smile on Kira's face slowly morphed into concern. "Soph, are you okay? Why do you look...?"

"I'm fine, I got drunk. I'm just feeling hungover and a little tired." She said before making her way to her room. 

"Okay, I'm heading out. There is left over rice and chicken in the kitchen. Take some pills okay? I know how bad your hangover can get! " Kira called out after her best friend. 

Sophia didn't release her tears until she heard the front door slam shut before her body leaned down against the door. 

Her heart felt like it was breaking to pieces as gut-wrenching sobs escaped her lips. This was not how she planned to lose my virginity. 

She imagined a wedding with the man she loved and giving it to him as a gift on their wedding night, but she ended up losing it to a one night stand at a welcome party, how ironic. 

She wrapped herself like a burrito with her blanket and cried herself to sleep. 

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*THE OFFICE*

"This is our typist and tech guru, Sophia. Beautiful, hard working gem. Sophia met Ben, our new Boss." 

Andre was talking but Sophia was not listening. Her whole attention was on the man in front of her. 

A cruel slap of fate

Chiseled jaw, brown eyes and dark silky hair. 

It's the stranger from yesterday and he's her boss. 

Chris!

Her stomach churned at his sight.

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