The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

Los Angeles, Mia

Standing in the expansive room, I watched in awe as Elena opened yet another door, revealing a grand walk-in closet that was nothing short of spectacular. It was a sight to behold, so beautifully designed that it resembled a high-end boutique.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking in the sight of the meticulously organized clothing, shoes, and accessories. “This looks like a whole store.”

Elena laughed, a warm and inviting sound. “I love shopping in my closet,” she admitted, clearly proud of her impressive collection.

As she moved gracefully through the closet, inspecting the carefully hung garments, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the sheer magnitude of designer items on display. A massive mirror in the center of the walk-in closet allowed me to catch a glimpse of myself. My stomach, though still fairly flat, was adorned with the undeniable glow of pregnancy.

I wandered deeper into the closet, my eyes scanning the racks filled with limited edition designer pieces. The value of the clothing and accessories in this closet was staggering, likely worth millions.

“Mister Thornton must love you so much for him to build you this,” I remarked, my voice tinged with admiration.

Elena chuckled, her eyes twinkling with affection. “He’s the best,” she replied, her tone filled with genuine appreciation for her husband. It was clear that their love and connection ran deep, a sentiment that was evident in the grand gestures like this walk-in closet.

As I explored the luxurious space, Elena began to sift through her collection, selecting a beautiful dress for me to try on. It was clear that she wanted me to feel comfortable and welcomed in her home, and I couldn’t help but appreciate her kindness and hospitality.

I admired the dress she had chosen; it was an exquisite piece with delicate lace detailing and a flattering silhouette. Elena handed it to me with a warm smile. “Why don’t you try this on?” she suggested. “I think it would look stunning on you.”

I accepted the dress with gratitude, touched by her thoughtfulness. “Thank you so much, Elena. It’s a beautiful dress.”

Elena then excused herself, leaving me with the dress and the opportunity to change. As I carefully removed my current outfit and slipped into the dress, I couldn’t help but reflect on the whirlwind of events that had brought me here.

Meeting Sebastian’s parents, especially under such unusual circumstances, had been both unexpected and overwhelming. However, the warmth and hospitality I had encountered made me feel more at ease, and I couldn’t help but be grateful for their acceptance.

Once I was dressed, I admired my reflection in the large mirror. The dress clung to my growing baby bump, highlighting the undeniable proof of new life within me. Despite the challenges and unexpected twists that life had thrown our way, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation for the future.

As I returned to the closet’s main area, Elena reappeared with a smile of approval. “You look stunning, Mia,” she complimented, her eyes sparkling with genuine kindness.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The dress Elena had selected for me was undeniably stunning, with delicate lace detailing and a silhouette that flattered my changing figure. As I admired myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but express my thoughts.

“It’s so pretty,” I began, “but it’s white. It looks like a wedding dress.”

Elena flashed me a warm smile, her eyes filled with a hint of mischief. “You would make a beautiful bride,” she said, her compliment catching me by surprise. “Can I do your hair too?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling a mix of surprise and gratitude. “You don’t have to,” I insisted, not wanting to impose on her hospitality.

Elena’s smile remained unwavering. “Come on,” she insisted, her joy evident in her voice. “I have two sons, and I could never do this with them.”

Her words resonated with me. She was a mother to boys, and the opportunity to “doll up” a daughter was something she seemed to cherish. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I agreed. “Well, if you really want to.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and she practically beamed with delight as she led me to her immense vanity table. As she opened the drawers, I felt like I had stumbled upon an entire Sephora store. The abundance of makeup, lipsticks, and various beauty products overwhelmed me. Some brands were unfamiliar, a testament to Elena’s refined taste.

With practiced ease, Elena began to work on my hair, creating a half-up, half-down hairstyle that suited the dress perfectly. Her skilled hands moved effortlessly through my hair, and I couldn’t help but comment on her expertise. “You’re very good at this,” I complimented her.

Elena chuckled softly, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “Well, I was a makeup artist when I was your age,” she revealed, her voice carrying a sense of pride.

“Really?” I asked, genuinely intrigued by her past. “Where did you work?”

Elena’s smile widened as she reminisced. “I worked with Runway and Victoria’s Secret,” she replied, her words tinged with fond memories. “It was an exciting time.”

I marveled at her experiences, realizing that there was much more to Elena than met the eye. As she moved on to apply foundation and eyeliner, her touch was gentle and precise. It was clear that her makeup skills were as refined as her sense of style.

Throughout the process, we chatted about various topics, from fashion to motherhood. Elena’s warmth and kindness put me at ease, and I found myself enjoying the unexpected bonding experience. As she applied the finishing touches, she handed me a mirror to examine her handiwork.

I couldn’t help but gasp in amazement. Elena had transformed my appearance, enhancing my features while maintaining a natural and elegant look. I felt like a new version of myself, and I couldn’t be more grateful for her generosity.

“You look absolutely stunning, Mia,” Elena declared, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.

I couldn’t help but smile, genuinely touched by her kindness. “Thank you so much, Elena. You’ve made me feel like part of the family.”

Elena’s warm smile remained, and she said, “You’re welcome, darling. Come, let’s go downstairs and show you off.”

I was taken aback by her suggestion. I had assumed that this was a fun makeover for me, and I had planned to wipe off the makeup and change back into my regular clothes. “Uhm, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I replied nervously. The idea of being the center of attention made me uncomfortable.

Elena pouted playfully, her eyes filled with determination. “Oh, come on,” she urged, her enthusiasm unwavering. “You look absolutely stunning, and I want to show you off.”

With a reluctant sigh, I relented. “Alright then.”

I couldn’t deny that Elena had worked her magic, and I did indeed feel beautiful. Together, we made our way downstairs, where the sound of voices emanated from the living room.

“They’re in the living room,” Elena informed me, leading the way.

As I entered the living room after her, the room fell silent. All eyes were on me, and I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. To my surprise, there was another man seated in the room, someone who had arrived while I was in the bedroom with Elena.

Elena, her pride evident, walked over to the man and shook his hand. She exchanged a few words with him before turning her gaze back to me, her expression filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

“Pastor Frederick,” she began, addressing the man with a sense of gravity. “She’s ready. They are ready to get married.”

My eyes widened in shock, and I stuttered in disbelief, “What?!”