Knocked Up By The Billionaire

It felt like there was something wonderful in the air, ah yes, the sweet smell of success. All through Damien's life he never knew failure, never had any alliance with it.

Ok, maybe there was a little obstacle and difficulty here and there, but he always made sure to overcome it by any means necessary.

He made sure that in his life there was no room for failure, not even a slight crack in the door.

So as he stood there with a huge grin plastered on his face, shaking hands with the Governor of California, he just knew that he was on his way to the big leagues.

The reporters surrounded them, witnessing his great accomplishment. Yes, they are all here to mark this day as one of the most memorable days in his career.

This deal he just signed would skyrocket him to the top ten richest men in the world, a dream not even his great-grandfather could achieve, and here he was achieving it.

Damien wondered if his great grandfather and grandfather were in heaven looking down at him with a prideful look on their face. He wondered if his parents were watching him run the family's business successfully.

After posing for the cameras, he walked out of the conference room and headed to a secluded part of the building, where his staff were waiting for him.

On opening the door, the sound of champagne popping, and a wave of confetti fell on him as a huge shout of congratulations echoed around the room.

He looked at his staff, as they all gathered around him, telling him their words of congratulations. A glass of champagne was passed to him, he held the champagne in his hands looking up at the staff that worked so hard to make this dream of his come to reality.

He had so much to say, yet he didn't know where to start, instead, he just raised his glass of champagne toward them, and said these words:

"I am so grateful for everything you all have done for me. And I look forward to working with you all in the future, cheers."

"Cheers!" They all chorused after him.

Damien downed the drink in one go. His trusted adviser, Philip Lecox, came to meet him and pat him on his back.

"Congrats on finally sealing the deal."

Damien shrugged. "It was no biggie," he said nonchalantly, but Philip knew that it was as a matter of fact a biggie.

He knew how much time and effort Damien put into trying to make this deal pull through, but him playing it off like it was nothing, was Damien's way of saying that he shouldn't bother himself, since he already got it.

"Is that so? Anyways I have rented out a club in Malibu for you to throw a celebration party, and you can't say no." Philip warned cause he knew that Damien was not a fan of clubs, parties, or any form of social gathering that did not involve his company.

However, it seems like Damien was in a party mode today, plus the thought of celebrating this win at home, didn't sound like a good idea to him. "Well, it's a good thing you did, 'cause I was actually planning on going to a club later on today."

Hearing this surprised Philip, but he said nothing. Damien felt a vibration in the pocket of his pants.

It was his phone ringing, he excused himself and went outside to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Damien, your father and I just heard the news about your deal. Congratulations." His mother's sweet cherry voice came through from the other side of the phone.

"Thank you very much, mom."

"You know, your grandfather and your father actually were trying to get that deal, but could never actually seal it. Your father is real proud of you son."

"Thank you so much, speaking of father, can you give the phone to him, I want to tell him something."

"Your father just headed out not quite long ago, he said that he was going to the bar to celebrate with his friends."

"I see, anyways tell him that I said a very big thank you, and I hope he is proud of me."

"Your father is more than proud of you, he always had been, always will be."

Damien smiled, tears almost threatening to spill out of his eyes, "Anyway I will talk to you later, bye."

"Bye," his mother said before she hung up the call.

Damien kept his phone back in the pocket of his trousers and then headed back to his staff to celebrate and drink some more champagne and eat cake.

Later on that night, he was going to party very hard and get drunk out of his mind.

Who knows he might even get lucky and take home a girl.

****

The club was one of the hottest clubs in Malibu, where celebrities and people of affluence and status gathered together. And it was rented out for Damien to party and get drunk–only for today.

Damien was currently at the VIP lounge, after many congratulations from many people, he was taking a sip from the drink that was given to him by the bartender. The bartender said that it was in the house.

Philip was nowhere to be found, so he found himself sitting on a chair, waiting for Philip to return.

When Philip returned he came with a very beautiful woman, her strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back, and she was dressed in a tight body hug dress that showed off her hourglass figure, the dress stopped at her mid-thigh, and she also wore heels which added to her height.

Damien stood up, for some reason she looked very familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before.

"Damien I would like you to meet, Stella Knightley, one of America's top models. Stella, this is my boss and CEO of West Enterprises, Damien West."

It was then Damien realized why she looked familiar to him, she was a popular model and also a part-time actress, he had watched some of her movies during his free time.

"It's nice to meet you, Stella." He said shaking her hand delicately, it felt soft to his touch, as opposed to his calloused hands.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr Damien." Her voice sounded flirty, and Damien couldn't help but feel a tingle around his body hearing it.

"You know, the camera doesn't do justice to how beautiful you are." Stella looked at the ground shyly, her cheeks tainted pink with a smile on her face.

"Well, I would leave you two to get acquainted with each other. If you need me I am over at the bar, getting drunk off my ass." Philip said with a slight chuckle, which also caused Damien to let out a small laugh. Philip then took his leave, leaving both Stella and Damien alone.

"Care for a drink?" Damien asked.

"I don't mind," She replied back.

They both sat on the chair, Damien reached for a glass cup and poured the contents into the bottle. He handed it over to her, and she took it and told him thank you.

They both talked and chatted with each other, Damien realized that despite how she looked, she was quite a very eloquent person, and she answered his questions quite well.

It was getting deeper into the night, and Damien was also getting slightly tipsy, he leaned in and whispered into Stella's ear, "Do you want to leave this place and go somewhere private?"

Stella for some reason felt goosebumps erupt on her skin, his voice sounded low and velvety.

She looked at him in the dim light of the club, despite the fact that he was slightly drunk he still looked very ravishing, who in their right senses would say no to him.

"Sure I don't mind. But, we are going to my place, ok."

Damien had this look like she was the only person in the entire world and no one else mattered to him.

"Anything you say, sweetheart."