Lahat ng Kabanata ng ACCIDENTALLY PREGNANT WITH THE BLACKWOOD HEIR: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ALEXANDER POV My gaze slid down before I could stop it. Her legs were stretched across the couch, bare and smooth, the tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide her shape. The crop top had ridden up slightly when she moved, exposing her waist and the silver piercing at her navel, catching the light like it was designed specifically to be noticed. "Damn." The word left my mouth before I realized it. I don't react to women like this. Not even the ones who practically throw themselves at me every time I walk into a room, models, actresses, women who make a career out of being looked at. None of them have ever managed to shake me. But this woman wasn't even trying, and somehow that made it so much worse. No. Not worse. Dangerous. I forced my eyes away, jaw tightening. This has nothing to do with her. It's that night, the woman from that night. For weeks her touch had refused to leave my head. I couldn't even remember her face clearly, only flashes and shadows, the feeling of h

SELENA'S POV "Mrs. Blackwood…" The voice came from behind me and my entire body locked instantly. My fingers were still wrapped around the door handle like I had been caught stealing. Slowly, I turned, already knowing who it was. Miss Margaret stood there, calm as always, her eyes resting on me, not harsh, not angry, but knowing in a way that felt worse than both. I withdrew my hand quickly and forced a small smile that didn't quite reach my face. "I think someone is crying in there," I said, my voice coming out a little rushed. "It sounded real.. like someone in pain." She didn't react the way I expected. Instead, she stepped closer and gently guided my hand away from the door. "It's just a movie," she said in that same measured tone. "No one is crying. You probably heard wrong." "No, I didn't," I insisted, my brows pulling together. "It sounded like someone actually hurting. Can't we just check.." She moved slightly, placing herself between me and the door without making it ob

ALEXANDER POV The soft click of the door unlocking made my fingers tighten slightly at my side. I frowned at myself. Nervous? Since when? I had sat across boardroom tables filled with men twice my age without blinking, signed deals worth more than most people would see in a lifetime without hesitation, yet standing in front of this particular door, waiting for it to open, my chest felt strangely compressed. Annoying. The door swung open. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her gaze sharp and direct, hitting me without any warmup. There was no softness in her eyes, no teasing, no drama. Just anger, clean and unfiltered. "What do you want?" Her voice was cold enough to cut. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Damn it. Why was a single word this difficult? It was four letters. Two syllables. People said it every day without thinking about it. Her eyes lingered on me for a beat before she rolled them. "Fine, you can come in," she said, turning slightly, then stopped hers

SELENA'S POV My eyes locked on him the moment I stepped off the last stair, and his were already on me, not shifting, not blinking, just fixed. My steps slowed without me realizing it. Okay… what's wrong? Is the makeup too much? The gown? I swallowed. The dress hugged my body perfectly, the silk flowing with every step. My back was almost bare, the fabric stopping at the middle and leaving my skin exposed to the cool air. My hair was pinned up in a high, sleek style with a few strands framing my face just right. Morita had done magic, and I knew I looked good, but the way he was staring made me suddenly aware. Too aware. I reached the last step and stood in front of him, shifting my weight slightly. "Too much?" My voice came out softer than I intended. For a second he didn't respond. Then he blinked, like he'd just snapped out of something. "No." His voice was low, not his usual cold, sharp tone. Something different. And that alone made my heart skip. He looked away immediately,

SELENA'S POV "Ahhh…" A groan slipped past my lips as I turned over, my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside. "Water…" I muttered weakly, my throat dry and rough. Then it came back, pieces at first, blurred, then sharp and merciless. The car. My voice. My tears. Me, crying and pouring everything out to him of all people. And then… My eyes snapped open. "I kissed him." I shot up immediately, heart slamming against my chest. "No… no, no, no—" I laughed nervously, dragging both hands through my messy hair. "That was a dream. Definitely a dream." But then it came again, my own voice echoing back at me.. "Don't hurt me too…" My smile dropped. "Oh my God," I whispered, genuinely horrified. "I said that too?" I buried my face in my hands and groaned loudly into them. "You must be out of your mind, Selena. Getting drunk? In front of him of all people?" I flopped back against the mattress, legs curling up as embarrassment flooded through me from head to