I'm Having my Father's baby ?!?

Chapter 2

(Daniel's P.O.V)

"Happy birthday, Daniel," I scoff to myself, taking another swig of vodka. Might as well enjoy this day, I thought, getting up from the old, worn out couch. I awkwardly rambled into my bedroom, its door squeaking in annoyance as I open it.

"Oh shut up, you darn thing!" I snapped before turning to my dirty mirror.

"Oh look at you, you sexy thing," I purr, flicking a long, wavy brown lock away from one of my honey-brown eyes. For being thirty-four, I'm not that bad looking; some people still think I'm twenty. Of course, my muscular arms and solid, toned abs only help promote that illusion.

Smiling a perfectly straight, white smile, I grab an unmarked black polo and a pair of matching skinny jean, all of which I adorn myself in after a hot shower. I step into my black Vans, grab my wallet, and head out to the old 1999 Silver Cadillac. Twenty minutes of solid driving and I find myself at the Blue Moon, an exclusive, list-only nightclub.

"Time to work my charm," I grin, slamming the door of the car shut. I saunter over to the entrance line, but stop dead in my tracks. In front of me is the single most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. She was a pale angel with the clearest blue eyes and sweetest lips; I could could hardly keep myself from holding her and never letting go. In my stunned silence, she turns to look in my direction, and a blush spreads across her soft, porcelain face when our eyes meet. Flipping my hair, I smile and go to meet her and her group of friends.

"Let us in, its her birthday!" A tall, thin brunette in heels and a miniskirt screeched, pointing to the girl.

The over-sized bouncer looked down at her and smiled a crooked smile. "No," he chuckled, shooing them away with a flick of his arm to let another group in. Thinking fast, I walked over to the angel and grabbed her arm, her face contorting into an expression of surprise. I could feel sparks flowing through my arm, and I drug her past the bouncer, handing him a one hundred dollar bill in the process. The bouncer smiled and nodded in realization, and ushered us into the club. She looked up at me, confused and scared, and our eyes met. She was truly beautiful.

"Happy birthday. May I get your name?" I release her arms and the sparks faded.

She nodded warily and managed to stutter out "M-Mel" before her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. I smiled to reassure her, and looked down and saw those beautiful, glossy lips again. Oh, how I want to kiss those, I thought, tracing their outline in my mind's eye.

"So, umm... So what's your name?" She shouted over the booming electronic bass of the club's music.

"Daniel," I stated, engaged again back in her entrancing blues that were highlighted in dark eyeliner. "You know, you have amazing eyes."

She blushed, flushing her soft, smooth white skin in color, and mumbled in modest appreciation.

"So how about I make this your best birthday ever?" I grin, giving an exaggerated wink. She nodded hesitantly and grabbed onto my hand, and I felt the sparks immediately return. I lead her to an open seat at the bar and we both sat down. I was admiring her elegant body, dressed in a miniature black dress and hot pink pumps. I let go of her hand and frowned at the new disheartening emptiness I felt without her touch.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, unsure of what caused my sudden change in disposition.

"No, its nothing," I said, flashing her a reassuring smile. "Would you like a drink?"

She nodded quickly in response.

Hearing our conversation, the bartender leaned over on the bar to greet us. "What can I get you two?" He said, winking at Mel, who shrunk in her seat from the advance.

I felt a strong rage overcome my being from his disrespect. "WE will take a two shots of Rum," I hissed, grabbing Mel's small, fragile hand, and enjoyed the intoxicating rhythm of electricity flowing through our bodies again. The bartender rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath, but still poured us our drinks.

She grabbed it hesitantly, took a sip, and shuddered. "This is disgusting," she said, wiping her tongue with a napkin.

"You're doing it wrong," I chuckled, grabbing my glass. I tilted my head back poured the liquid in my mouth and swallowed it without thinking twice. I contorted my face is disgust, and smiled at her. "Try it," I told her. "Just get it down fast."

She laughed, and looked back to her shot glass. She tilted her head back and poured the rum in her mouth, following by quickly swallowing it. She made the same face as I did, and erupted in laughter.

"That's not bad, but I feel it down my throat." She gave an awkward smile. "But I like it!"

She ordered four more and we took turns taking shots. By the end, I was feeling a little tipsy, so I pulled her up off her chair with me. She wobbled at first and held on to the table to balance herself, unable to control her laughter.

"Lets dance!" I grinned, pulling her behind me. We grinded on the dance floor, her elegant body swaying playfully to taunt me, until I couldn't take it anymore; I grabbed her thin hips and turn her towards me, closer. I held her head in one hand, slowly caressing her lips with my thumb. I moved my hand to the crook of her neck and brought her to towards me, her slender body stretching to reach and me leaning over her. As our lips touched, my body exploded with sensation, suddenly unable to hide my arousal.

"I want you so bad, Mel," I gently whisper into her ear before stealing another kiss from her tender lips.