The Billionaire's Secret Baby: A One Night Stand's Dilemma

Letting Lose

EMILY

'Emily, I'm sorry but we have to let you go' were the words that echoed in my head as I stood on the footpath outside the multi-storey building I'd been working at for the past five years. The city lights glowed like a tapestry of dreams as I stood facing the building that had been my second home for years. I had been confident, maybe too confident, that I hadn't seen this day coming. The weight of where my life currently stood pressed heavily on my shoulders. Each step I took away from the building propelled me farther away from the stability I had once known. I walked briskly, my mind replaying the conversation with my ex-boss over and over again, the words echoing like a cruel mantra. "The company is undergoing restructuring, and your position has been eliminated."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had invested so much of myself in that job, sacrificing personal relationships and leisure for the promise of professional success only to see it come crashing down. Now my carefully constructed world was crumbling before me.

I didn't know where I was going but I found myself in front of a dimly lit bar with a long line of people waiting to get in that seemed to beckon me with promises of solace and escape. I couldn't believe the idea was even crossing my mind. I turned to leave but the gentle music from inside and the excited smiles of people waiting their turn seemed to pull me in like a magnet. With a heavy sigh, I found myself joining them. A few minutes later, the bouncer, a rather scary-looking man, checked my ID before allowing me to enter. The sounds of laughter and clinking of glasses enveloped me as I made my way to the bar, taking a seat on a worn stool. I'd been to a bar many times, but that had been many years ago when I'd been forced to by the man who birthed me.

The bartender approached with a sympathetic smile, "Rough day?". I didn't know how he knew and I was too depressed to care so I simply nodded, my voice cracking as I ordered a drink, a strong one.

"Here's a Cuba Libre. Guaranteed to help you forget all your problems.", the bartender said, placing a glass in front of me and a bottle of the said drink.

I'd told myself never to go near alcohol, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Glass after glass, the burn of alcohol became a numbing embrace, blurring the edges of the unexplainable pain and sadness I felt. The minutes turned to hours, and soon the bar was a blur of faces and colours. The weight of my current situation seemed to lessen with each sip, replaced by a reckless desire to forget, if only for a while.

Sweaty bodies covered the dance floor as a song I recognized blasted through the speakers. My drunk mind could not remember the name, but my body swayed to the rhythm pulling me from my seat to the busiest part of any club. I slid through the dancing bodies, shaking my body like I'd never done before. After almost an hour of grinding against people, I made my way back to the stool I'd sat on earlier. The only problem now is that it was occupied by someone. If I'd been in a normal state of mind, I would have simply gotten another seat, probably the empty one next to his but my drunken mind couldn't seem to process that. I slammed my hand on the table, drawing the attention of a hunk of a man sitting on my stool.

I had to strain my eyes to see his face and was left stunned at how gorgeous he looked. His black hair was slicked back, giving a very serious appearance. He looked very fit in the bottomed-up white collared shirt he was wearing. I just stared at him, completely forgetting why I had gotten his attention in the first place. I blame the alcohol for my raging hormones!

On the contrary, he looked at me as though I was a mad woman before asking, "Are you alright?"

I continued to stare at him, somehow shocked that he was talking to me. The bartender placed a bottle in front of the man, taking his attention away from me. "Here's your Heineken". His arms flexed as he grabbed the bottle and I gulped at the tightness it caused in my lower region.

"Hmm thanks," he replies before placing the bottle in his mouth and downing its contents. I watched his mouth as some of the liquid traced down his chin, mesmerized. He placed the bottle back on the table and licked his lips. The action caused a turmoil of emotions within me. One that stood out was lust. I'd never truly experienced being with a man before. My first and only time had been rushed intercourse that had transpired between a guy I'd met at my high school graduation party. I had been very drunk and he'd been a selfish bastard. Still, I'd always wondered what it would feel like. The desire to be held in a man's arms hit me with full force as the man's warm eyes looked at me once more.

I wanted to say something. I needed to say something.

"R-rough day too?" were the words that tumbled out of my mouth. I was genuinely starting to hate drunk me.

The man chuckled bitterly, swirling the bottle in his hands. "You could say that."

"Me too. I just lost my job." Why I said that I didn't even know, but at that moment I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I sucked at small talk.

"Sorry, I guess" It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Mind being my drinking buddy", I continued, trying to keep the conversation going. It was a huge achievement for me since I had never succeeded at small chit-chat.

He nodded but the small frown on his face spoke of what he really wanted, to be left alone. Well, I wasn't going to allow that. We ordered more drinks and talked about a lot of things. Mostly me, but he did share some jokes once the alcohol had settled in and he was relaxed. After many drinks and hours of talking, I asked him if he wanted to come to my place. He raised his head to look at me, contemplating whether to accept the offer or not.

"You don't have to, it was just a_"

"Okay", he cut me off by saying. Without another word, we got up from our seats. He paid for both our drinks although I insisted he didn't before we made our way out of the club. I could have sworn I saw the bartender smirking at us when I turned to wave him goodbye.

He walked towards a car in the parking lot and I followed him. A man, who ought to be his driver, opened the passenger seat for him before he sat in and ushered me to join him. The car slowly eased its way out of the parking lot and onto the busy streets. Still processing the fact that he had a driver, I didn't see him leaning close until I could feel his breath on my neck. I turned, only to realize that our faces almost touched. My heart sped up and I felt a shiver before it ran through my body.

"Let's go to mine. I want to see you naked in my bed", he whispered in my ear, causing my pulse to quicken. His hand gently brushed my arm, swept over my shoulder and claimed my cheeks, which were surely flushed by now. My breath became short and needy as he continued to caress me before tilting my head and leaning in. The car stopped and the driver announced that we had reached there before our lips could meet.

We stepped out of the car and my mouth nearly dropped at the building that stood before me. It was huge and looked expensive just from the outside. Before I could fully take in where I was, I was being ushered inside by a hand on my waist. We entered an empty elevator and arrived at the door to an apartment. He opened the door and waited for me to push past him. My body slightly brushed against his as I did. The place was dark so I couldn't make out a single form of furniture. I heard the door shut behind me before I was pulled into the strong arms of a man. His hands gripped my hips before he leaned in and tilted my head to meet the soft layers of my lips and press his mouth to mine.

It started as a slow sensual kiss but soon turned to a hunger-filled, lustful caress of our mouths. I could taste the drink we had earlier, forcing me to push further into his mouth. Our tongues twisted together until we had to pull away to catch our breath. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he carried me and took us to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed, and I let out a squeal before he was on top of me, kissing me again.

He left small kisses on my neck, pulling my hair out of the way, he kissed my shoulders while my hands roamed his muscled-filled body under his shirt. I couldn't help but let out a moan as pleasure so deep surged through my body. My lower region ached for release. Soon our dresses went off. His heated gaze roamed over my body before he kissed every part of it, leaving me hot all over. I could barely catch my breath before his face was right over me and his 'buddy' pressing in between my legs. From just one look at it, I knew I was going to be sore the next day.