The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

I sat in my office, engrossed in a client meeting, meticulously assisting her with the complexities of her project. She was one of my regulars, and over time, our professional relationship had evolved into a friendly one. Today, she brought along my favorite bag of chips as a pleasant surprise. I couldn’t help but smile as she handed me the familiar snack.

“Thank you so much, Sarah,” I said, genuinely touched by her thoughtful gesture. “You know me too well.”

As we worked through the project, our conversation flowed effortlessly, switching between business and more casual topics. The chips added a touch of comfort to our meeting, and I appreciated the way they lightened the atmosphere.

After we concluded our meeting, Sarah gathered her things and prepared to leave my office. As she stood up, she remarked, “I’ll catch you later. Enjoy those chips!”

With a warm nod, I waved her goodbye, thanking her again for the chips. The moment the door clicked shut, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I opened the bag of chips and reached in, savoring the salty crunch as I indulged in a small, early lunch break.

My stomach had been a source of constant rumblings lately, and my cravings for sugar had intensified. It was as if my body was demanding more energy, and I couldn’t help but give in to these cravings. The chips provided a satisfying savory distraction, but I knew that my sweet tooth was still longing for something more.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

As I reached for the last chip in the bag, I heard a cheerful tune hummed from the other side of my office door. Before I could react, the door swung open, revealing Sophia. She walked in with a lively, almost dance-like step, radiating joy and enthusiasm.

Today, her energy was infectious. She settled into the chair in front of my desk, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“How are you?” she asked, her voice as vibrant as her mood.

I couldn’t help but smile as I replied, “I’m doing well, Sophia. Your timing is impeccable, as always.”

She extended a box toward me, and I recognized it immediately. It was one of her homemade brownies. My heart leaped with joy; Sophia’s brownies were legendary among our circle of friends.

“Oh, I love your brownies,” I exclaimed, accepting the delicious treat. “They taste so good. Not too sweet, just the perfect amount.”

As I took a bite of the brownie, the rich, chocolatey flavor melted in my mouth. It was a perfect blend of sweetness and texture, just as I had remembered.

Sophia chuckled, clearly delighted by my reaction. “I thought these might brighten your day, especially since you’ve been craving sugar like crazy,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I couldn’t help but laugh in agreement. “You have no idea how much I’ve been craving sugar,” I confessed. “It’s like a constant battle between my cravings and my work.”

Sophia’s presence was always a source of comfort and understanding, and I was grateful for the solace she offered in times of uncertainty.

But then, in the midst of our conversation, my phone rang, and I saw that it was a call from Sebastian’s assistant. My heart skipped a beat, my brows furrowing in concern. Why would she be calling me? Did something happen to Sebastian? A sudden rush of worry surged through me.

With trembling hands, I picked up the call, my voice laced with anxiety. “Hello?” I said, my mind racing with fear.

The voice on the other end was calm and reassuring. “Hi, Mia,” Sebastian’s assistant began. “I hope I didn’t startle you. I have some exciting news to share.”

My heart rate began to settle as I sensed a change in the conversation’s tone. I leaned in, eager to hear what was happening.

With a smile, she continued, “Sebastian is arranging a honeymoon for the two of you this weekend. It’s a surprise getaway, and he wanted to make sure you’re available and ready.”

Relief washed over me, and I couldn’t help but break into a joyful smile. A honeymoon! Sebastian’s thoughtfulness and the surprise trip left me elated.

When I placed the phone back on the table, Sophia noticed the shift in my mood and the bright, excited expression on my face. She raised an eyebrow, a curious gleam in her eyes.

“You look happy,” she observed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

I couldn’t contain my excitement as I shared the wonderful news. “Sebastian is arranging a honeymoon for us this weekend,” I exclaimed, my voice filled with joy and anticipation.

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with happiness for me, and she reached out to offer a supportive squeeze of my hand. “You’re one lucky girl,” she said, her smile filled with warmth and genuine happiness.

I nodded in agreement, a blush of gratitude making its way to my cheeks. I was more than just lucky; Sebastian was a dream come true, the perfect husband who continued to surprise and delight me.