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Trapped In His Embrace

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Life has always been hard for Anastasia Sullivan. She was forced to grow up in an orphanage since the day her mother died and her father left. Ana has been striving since the moment she left the orphanage and lives on her own. She works more than one job every day but her bills just won't stop coming and coming her way that she decided to find another job that pays her well and she stumbled upon a job that she never thought she'd take. Never in her life, she thought she'd consider being a surrogate mother. Not just to simple man but a Multi-Billionaire and business tycoon— Sergio Del Fierra. Sergio offered Anastasia a deal that she couldn't decline. It's a once-in-a-lifetime offer that will change her life and knowing that she needs it badly, she accepted it. As they come to an agreement, Sergio made a rule that they should do it naturally, and Anastasia couldn't back out anymore. She's trapped. Trapped In His Embrace.

Chapter 1: Love At First Sight

Anastasia's POV

"Go clean room 194, it is on the 15th floor. Here's the card," Mrs. Smith instructed as she handed me the key card.

Mrs. Smith is the head of the housekeeping in the hotel that I, fortunately, got a part-time in.

Pestana is a big and luxurious hotel located in the heart of the city. It is always flooded with rich businessmen, politicians, and celebrities. It is a known hotel because the owner is also famous.

But the good thing about it is that it pays well for a part-time and I'm lucky because I managed to get a few shifts and I badly needed it because I need to make money and meet some ends this month.

I nodded at Mrs. Smith as I took the keycard from her.

"You should clean quickly before the guest arrives," she reminded.

I nodded at her once again before I turned my back at her and started walking towards the elevator while dragging the cleaning materials with me.

I entered the elevator and immediately pressed the 15th floor.

Good thing that there's no one in here, it became easier for me because I can't deal with people right now.

I'm fed up.

I stare at my reflection in the elevator. I can't deny that I look so tired right now and my eyes are puffy.

This is the last job I have for today. I had a shift at the coffee shop and diner earlier and it's exhausting because there were a lot of customers. And don't even get me started with the customers that always complain even though they aren't in the right place anymore.

I swear I hate those kinds of customers. I worked several jobs that includes interacting with the public but I just can't seem to get used to other people's rudeness and sh*t.

I threw my head back and massaged my neck. My back hurts and I need a real massage so bad. I feel so exhausted from working multiple jobs in a day. I always do this but I feel like my body is giving up this time. I barely get any sleep.

I sighed.

If only I finished college and have a stable job I wouldn't have had to do these hard jobs. But life hasn't been so kind to me.

My parents aren't with me anymore and I don't have any siblings or any person that I could call my family. I also don't have any friends. I'm basically alone all my life. I grew up in an orphanage and left when I turned 18.

I was forced to stand up on my own feet and take care of myself.

And now, I'm 24 and I'm still trying to do anything and everything to make money for a living. I rent a small apartment downtown and even though it's quite small, it's still expensive. I'm living in the city and everything here is pricey. The only good thing about living here is that there's a lot of job opportunities in big cities.

"Ugh," I groaned when the elevator opened snapping me out of my reverie.

Time to work.

I dragged everything with me as I went out of the elevator.

My eyes are glued to each door's number as I find room 194.

After a couple of minutes, I finally found it. I didn't waste any time anymore and quickly opened the room using the keycard that Mrs. Smith gave me.

A huge and luxurious room welcomed me. I'm in total awe as I roamed my eyes inside.

It's my first time working here at Pestana hotel and it is also my first time seeing the inside of a room here. It's so beautiful and elegant and just simply breathtaking.

"I'll get to experience this one day," I whispered to myself.

I know spending a day here costs a fortune and yes, I'll be staying here for a day or two if I won't stop working hard.

One day.

After satisfying my eyes with the view and everything, I get the mop and started moping. I can't just stand here the whole day. I got to work if I want my dreams to come true.

I spent the next hours mopping, dusting, and wiping the windows and mirrors. They already look so clean but of course, I'm working in a high-end hotel, everything should be crystal clear clean.

As weird as it may sound, I enjoyed cleaning here although everything is already cleaned— that I didn't notice the time.

"Sh*t," I cursed under my breath upon realizing something.

Mrs. Smith told me not to stay here more than the given time but I lost track of time.

Panicking, I gathered all the cleaning materials and put them all back in the trolley cart.

I quickly walked towards the door and when I was just about to open it, the door opened leaving my hand hanging in the air.

I'm doomed. . .

My heart started beating fast that I could almost hear it hammered inside my chest as I stare at the tall man in front of me.

I thought I'm tall but standing in front of him made me feel so small.

"Who are you?" His deep baritone voice filled my ears.

Sh*t.

I'm really doomed.

Mrs. Smith told me to leave before the guests arrive and the guest had already arrived and I'm still here.

Damn it.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir— I'm only here to c-clean," I stuttered as I try to explain.

He didn't answer. He just remained silent and so I looked up at him and found him staring at me intently with a serious expression on.

Sh*t, what do I do?

"Excuse me, sir? What's going on here?"

Mrs. Smith suddenly appeared which made me realize how doomed I am right now.

Please, this job is my last straw and I failed to obey the first rule.

My heart is hammering inside my chest as I stood up straight. I'm rooted in my spot in front of the man right now.

"I apologize, Mr. Del Fierra, she's just cleaning," Mrs. Smith told the man and quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room.

"I'm sorry, once again. Hope you have a good time here. Excuse me." Mrs. Smith slightly bowed her head.

Mr. Del Fierra on the other hand remained silent. His eyes. . . are plastered on me.

Mrs. Smith walked away dragging me with her. We stopped in the hallway just a few rooms away from Mr. Del Fierra.

She faced me with an annoyed expression on her face. "I told you already to leave before the guest arrive!"

"I know, Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry." I looked down as I apologize to let her know that I'm sincere.

"Be thankful you're new here and Mr. Del Fierra doesn't seem to care if he caught you in his room," she said. Annoyance is still lingering in her voice.

"Thank you and I'm sorry again." My head remained low.

I experienced getting yelled at and all of that things at work, this is nothing to me. I'm just a little worried I'll lose this job but good thing I didn't.

"Tsk!" She turned her back on me and quickly walked away.

I was left there standing.

Phew.

That was close.

Good thing I still get to keep my job.

I sighed as I lazily turned around only to find Mr. Del Fierra still standing at the door, staring at me intently.

What. . .?

Is he mad at me because he found me in his room? But Mrs. Smith told me I was just cleaning, which is true because I really was. I just got caught up that I didn't notice the time.

Gosh.

"Hey!" His baritone and cold voice echoed in the hallway.

I'm not going to lie, his voice sent shivers down my spine. It's so deep.

"Hey woman!" he called once again when I didn't answer.

Sh*t, I was too astonished by his voice.

"Yes, sir?" I stammered.

He makes me nervous and I don't know why. Maybe because of the way his voice sound or how tall he is or his whole aura.

He's so intimidating.

"Come here!" He gestured his hand to come to him.

I was rooted in my place.

Why. . .?

Why does he want me to come there? Is he going to yell at me because of what I did?

I don't understand why Mrs. Smith wants me gone before the guests arrive but whatever the reason is, being in their room cleaning and them knowing it— I think is not a big deal.

"I shouldn't tell you twice, woman."

I slightly flinched because of his words.

We're a little apart but I can see his cold eyes staring at me.

Sh*t, he's scary.

With a heavy heart and nervous as f*ck, I started walking towards him.

Every step I take gets heavier and heavier as I get close to him.

I can even almost hear my heart beating fast inside my chest.

I shouldn't be nervous or scared because he's also just a human— well, maybe on a higher standing in life than me but, he's just a human.

"Y-yes, sir?" I stuttered the moment I was already in front of him.

I can't look at him in the eyes or the face so I just keep my head low.

My heart hitched when I felt his hand on my chin.

His voice and eyes are cold, his aura seems so cold but his hand. . . His hand is so warm. He's so warm!

Mr. Del Fierra held my chin making me face him.

I don't know where to look or where to rest my eyes because I feel like it's wrong to look at him.

I'm starting to panic!

"Sir— I— I'm s—"

"Shhh," he shushed me down cutting my stuttering sentence.

Our eyes met.

His eyes are plastered on my face staring at me intently.

I thought I was so nervous already but knowing that he's looking at me like this right now, makes my heart want to jump out of my chest.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

Is he talking about me?

Am I what?

"Exquisite. So f*cking beautiful," he stated.

My mind is on haywire and I have no idea what's going on right now and what's he saying.

Is he saying I'm beautiful? I thought he's going to yell at me because I did something wrong but he did the exact opposite of what I imagined.

"Tell me, are you married?" he asked.

What. . . ?

It took me a couple of seconds before I processed his question.

"N-no, sir. I'm single."

Sh*t, why is he asking me questions like that?

"Do you have a child?" he asked once again.

I don't know what's going on here right now. Why is he asking questions like those? Does he know me? Do we know each other? Why? For what?

"N-no, sir. I've never been pregnant," I answered.

I'm still having trouble trying to make a good life for myself, bringing a whole child into this world and dragging them in my messy life would be so cruel.

"What can you say about carrying mine?" he asked.

What the f*ck?!

Did I hear his question right? Carrying his? His what? His child?!

Wait, did he mean literally? Is he with his children right now and he wants me to carry them? Hotel service?

"When were you last conceived?" he asked again when I didn't answer because I was too shocked by his questions to even think of answers but his next question rattled me more.

Why on earth is he asking me those questions?!

Yes, he's fine-looking, so hot, but I think he's weird.

Why would you ask someone you just met those kinds of questions? He should've stopped asking in "are you married".

"I'm asking you a question, woman."

I jerked up on my spot when he spoke again.

F*ck.

"I— I'm a virgin, sir." I looked down as I say those words. I never thought I'd say that to someone let alone someone I don't know.

Mr. Del Fierra held my chin up again making me face him.

"Even better," he said.

I can hear amusement lingering in his voice.

What the actual f*ck?!

Chapter 2: By Hook or Crook

Anastasia's POV

"Come inside," Mr. Del Fierra said before he entered his room leaving me in a state of shock standing in the hallway right outside his room.

Sh*t, what do I do?

Should I follow him inside? But why? Why does he want me inside?

Sh*t! I've never been this clueless in my entire life.

I took a deep breath before entering his room.

I have so many questions in my mind right now and I won't know the answers if I will not ask him, which means I need to follow him inside his room.

I found Mr. Del Fierra pouring wine in his goblet.

"Have a seat, please." He gestured to the sofa.

I did as I was told.

He was about to hand me the wineglass with wine in it but I quickly shook my head.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink," I told him.

He nodded. "Good."

He took a sip of the wine himself instead.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Anastasia. Everyone calls me Ana," I answered.

"Anastasia," he stated.

Heroes

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