One night with her CEO boss left her pregnant—she fled, but he caught her and kissed her weak.
The CEO’s Secret Heirs and the Lost Princess
“So because I can’t have kids, she cheats on me. Because I won’t be sold off, she disowns me.” “I mean, when did women become things that people just put price tags on?”
“Used to give every single paycheck to my family. Jingle bell tonight, just burnt through it all myself. Merry Christmas.”
“Slide that door open for me.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“Are you sure?”
“What did I do last night?”
“Flawless face, abs for days. Great, I slept with a Greek statue last night.”
“Oh god, is he expecting me to pay him?”
“Your fee—all looks, no skill. 50 bucks should be good, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“No, you should really practice during the holidays. Being pretty only gets you so far in this career. Girls have standards too.”
“No, I’m not. RC Hotel deputy room manager, Claire Kingsley.”
“RC Hotel, buy it today.”
“Apologies for any disturbances last night, sir. There was a minor security issue, someone slipped through our staff.”
“It’s fine.”
“What’s going on?”
“Our hotel has just been acquired. The new CEO will be here any minute.”
“Oh my god, if that’s our new CEO, I’m never quitting.”
“Wait, the gigolo is our new CEO?”
“Welcome, sir.”
“I’m thirst, I’m done. You heard? First thing the new CEO did, massive layoffs.”
“Is this because of me?”
“Word is he’s furious about the financial report. He’s cutting anyone with poor performance, anyone who got their job through family connections, even married women who haven’t had children yet.”
“Guessing it’s because they could go on maternity leave when it happens.”
“What? I mean, that’s insane.”
“My cousin’s in HR told me himself. Relax, you’re single, a top performer, you’re safe.”
“Yeah, hope so.”
“Cramps again, monthly curse. Wait, you and I are synced up, right? You should feel it too.”
“Yeah, my period’s never late.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Stark.”
“Mr. Stark, good afternoon.”
“A pregnancy test. Arrange a company-wide free medical exam, mandatory for all staff.”
“Yes, Mr. Stark.”
“And make sure the female staff are seen by doctors specializing in gynecology.”
“Is this a personal issue, sir?”
“Just do it.”
“Yes, Mr. Stark.”
“Ethan, dear, I booked a table tonight in Lennia. You and Miss Blackwood should go to get acquainted.”
“Sorry, Grandma. You know how work is, tonight is impossible.”
“Don’t lie to me, Ethan. You know the men in this family have slow swimmers. Your father was over 40 when you were born, and I just don’t know how many days I have left.”
“Please, Grandma, just hang on a little longer. You may have a great-grandson sooner than you think.”
“What are you looking for?”
“The employee health check started. Come on.”
“A checkup now? New boss, new rules. Physical exams keep the staff clean and protect the hotel’s reputation from inappropriate people.”
“You mean yourself, Claire Kingsley? How dare you speak to me like that? Do you know who I am? I’m the CEO’s—”
“So it’s true, I’m pregnant. Does this medical report go to management?”
“Of course not. Medical privacy is protected.”
“Thankfully, you’re the doctor handling my medical exam. But I can’t raise five babies. I can’t have them.”
“Are you sure? Quintuplets are a miracle.”
“I’m sorry, babies. That night was a mistake.”
“Claire, why are you holding your belly? Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”
“Sarah, stop speaking nonsense.”
“She does look pale. Come on, Claire, show us the report. We’re all friends here.”
“It’s none of your business. And why would I show you anything?”
“Oh, let me tell you why. I’m related to the CEO.”
“You think you can just sneak around with strange men, get pregnant, and keep your job? Dream on.”
“Related how so?”
“Let’s just say we’re very close.”
“Well, that explains the promotion. CEO is here.”
“Mr. Stark, I’m your fiancee’s—”
“What’s all this?”
“Oh, well, there’s a problem with Deputy Manager Kingsley’s medical report, sir.”
“And since when are you the doctor? Those who haven’t been examined, please proceed.”
“Sir, we looked into it. That night was a coincidence. Miss Kingsley wasn’t planted by anyone.”
“Quintu—you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“And she has an abortion scheduled for this weekend.”
“Alert every hospital around the city. No procedure goes through under her name. And put security on her around the clock. No harm comes to her.”
“New policy. Mr. Stark is upgrading the employee meals.”
“This is some Michelin-type of food. Boss is unbelievable.”
“Thank you, Mr. Fleck. Enjoyed.”
“Hey, why does yours look different than mine?”
“Why do you think? Payment for services rendered so cheap.”
“Selling yourself for a lunchbox? Rumor has it Claire is sleeping with the director of room management. Is that true?”
“Totally. I saw them canoodling myself.”
