The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

With the relentless paparazzi swarming around us and the scandal spiraling out of control, it became clear that the only sensible thing to do was to call Sebastian. We needed to work together and come up with a plan on how to handle this overwhelming situation.

Kieran returned from his food run, visibly frustrated as he recounted the ordeal he had faced with the paparazzi. He had to call in extra security just to ensure our safety. “It’s brutal out there,” he reported, placing the Indian food he had brought on the table Chicken Tikka Masala, naan, and samosas.

Bella had already started digging into the meal while I paced nervously in the living room. The weight of the media scrutiny and public judgment was suffocating, and I felt the need to reach out to Sebastian for guidance.

“I should call Sebastian,” I finally declared. “Maybe he will know what to do.”

Kieran nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you should. He is the father after all.”

I dialed Sebastian’s number, and my heart raced as I waited for him to answer. After the first ring, he picked up, his voice calm and composed. “Mia,” he greeted me.

“It’s all over the news,” I said, my voice trembling. “What should we do?”

There was a brief pause before Sebastian responded, his tone reassuring. “My PR team is working on it. But I suggest you stay inside for now.”

I had no intention of venturing outside amidst the media frenzy. “I will,” I assured him. “I’m scared.”

Sebastian’s response was cryptic yet oddly comforting. “Don’t be. I have a plan.”

I couldn’t help but press him for more details. “What plan?” I asked, my skepticism evident.

Sebastian remained tight-lipped. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll send you the details later.”

With those words, he ended the call, leaving me feeling both relieved and bewildered. I shared the vague information with Kieran, who looked just as puzzled as I felt.

“What did he say?” Kieran inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Bella, ever the opportunist, decided to join the conversation with a grin. “Let it go, this is my naan.”

Kieran shot her a disapproving look. “I held it first, so it’s mine.”

“It’s mine, you idiot.”

“Take the other one.”

“You take the other one.”

As I was trying to make sense of the cryptic plan-or lack thereof-Sebastian had alluded to during our phone call, my phone buzzed with a new message. I eagerly opened it, hoping for some clarity. However, the message left me even more confused than I was before.

“I will pick you up at nine. Wear something nice,” the message read.

I frowned at my phone, utterly perplexed by Sebastian’s vague instructions. How could getting dressed up and going out possibly solve the chaos that had erupted in our lives? But with no other plan in sight, I decided to trust his judgment, at least for the time being.

“This is what he says,” I announced, showing the message to Bella, who had momentarily halted her squabble with my brother to read the text.

Bella arched an eyebrow, mirroring my confusion. “It’s so vague,” she commented, her expression mirroring mine. “But hey, it’s Sebastian Thornton. He knows what’s best.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head. My trust in Sebastian’s judgment was wavering at this point. I had a nagging feeling that this rendezvous would only add more layers of complexity to our already convoluted situation.

I turned to Kieran, seeking some guidance or insight. He simply shrugged his shoulders, his nonchalant response doing little to ease my uncertainty. “Whatever you feel like doing, sis,” he offered.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. Neither Bella nor Kieran seemed particularly concerned about the gravity of this situation, and I couldn’t blame them entirely. After all, it was my actions that had led us here in the first place.

With a heavy sigh, I responded to Sebastian’s message with a simple “Okay.”

–

Nervously, I waited in my room as the clock ticked closer to nine. I had followed Sebastian’s cryptic instruction to “wear something nice,” opting for a red dress with a daring high slit that accentuated my legs. My hair was styled in a half-up, half-down fashion, and I had meticulously applied the finishing touches to my makeup.

As I applied the last stroke of mascara, Bella’s voice cut through the silence. “He’s here,” she announced, her excitement palpable.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing, and walked out of my room to see Sebastian standing at the doorway. His presence was undeniably striking, and I couldn’t help but take in how good he looked. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that emphasized his strong physique, his dark hair neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes held a confident yet enigmatic allure.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to mask my nervousness. “How did you manage to make it inside?” I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Sebastian offered a wry smile, his gaze never leaving me. “We came from the back door,” he explained casually. “You look stunning,” he added, his compliment leaving a warm flutter in my chest.

A faint smile tugged at my lips as I returned the compliment. “You don’t look bad either.”

Sebastian extended his hand toward me, a gesture that was both gentlemanly and teasing. “Shall we?” he asked, his tone holding a hint of playfulness.

I glanced at his outstretched hand, then rolled my eyes, choosing instead to walk past him and make my way toward the back door. A soft chuckle escaped from Sebastian, echoing in the hallway.

As we slipped out of the back door, I noticed a car waiting for us, its engine softly purring. Sebastian graciously opened the door for me, and I immediately hopped inside, the cool leather seats embracing me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me, as Sebastian took a seat beside me.

Sebastian leaned back comfortably in his seat, his eyes locked on mine as he replied, “It’s a surprise, Mia. Just trust me.”

I hated surprises. The last time someone surprised me I ended up getting married. But this was different, this was Sebastian.

The car glided through the streets of the city, taking us on a mysterious journey. I sat in the plush leather seat, my curiosity growing with each passing moment. Where was Sebastian leading us, and what could possibly be his plan to resolve our problem?

Eventually, the car came to a stop, and Sebastian gracefully hopped out, rushing to open the door for me. I stepped out of the vehicle, blinking in confusion as I took in our surroundings. We were at the base of the Statue of Liberty, the iconic symbol of freedom and hope that overlooked the city. My bewilderment deepened. What were we doing here?

Sebastian turned to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Are you coming?” he asked, extending his hand toward me.

I hesitated for a moment, still uncertain about the purpose of this unexpected visit, but eventually, I placed my hand in his and stepped out of the car. The area around us was eerily empty, the usual crowds of tourists absent.

As we began to walk towards the iconic statue, my curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “What are we doing here?”

Sebastian cleared his throat, his expression thoughtful. I looked at him, my eyes widening as I saw him suddenly drop down to one knee. My heart raced, and I felt a chill run down my spine. What was happening? Was this part of his plan?

“Dear Mia,” Sebastian began, his voice laced with a mixture of tension and anticipation. “Do you want to marry me?”

The world seemed to blur around me as I stared at him in disbelief. This was not at all what I had expected. My mind was hazy, my body trembling with shock and confusion. I couldn’t comprehend the audacity of this man’s proposal, given the circumstances.

My voice quivered as I finally managed to respond.

“No.”