by B PRINCE
Talk about his look is not a conversation I intend on having at a time like this. Bummer, I wished I had not taken her up on her virginity bet. Now, what do I do?
Hailey snapped her fingers and said:” Bingo! I got it let’s go check out Bar one!”
“Maybe I can just take it out; I have only two weeks!”
“Don’t be ridiculous; he has a right to know,” Hailey said sounding self-righteous.
“Okay let's do this, let's go find him at the bar. If you do not find him,Then you have no alternative but to get through with the procedure. You can’t be pregnant. I thought you said you used protection.”
“ I lied.”
She sighed: “Okay get dressed off to bar one.Someone, there must know who he is!”
Chapter 7
Meghan
Sure enough, Haley hurried back to Bar One. I swallowed hard what is the possibility of anyone knowing who he is?
I say to Haley: "how about we leave. Don't think it's wise for us to be here. Besides nobody knows him. How will we describe him? A guy with curly hair? Then they will ask what's his name and we don't have an answer!"
Haley turned to me and said: "Shh, we're going to find him that's why we came here."
That's when the barman came up to us and said:"So what can I get you, ladies?"
We stared at him. Then we said: "Well there's one thing you can get us. We're trying to find this guy."
The bar tender raised an eyebrow. He looked at us. Then he said: "you're trying to find a man there lots of guys that love our establishment. You might want to try again a little later."
I don't know if that's such a good idea because we are short of time. I said getting irritated.
There's no way we would find him later on at this location. That is the moment the bartender asked: "so what's his name."
I looked at Haley who looks back at me. Then she said we do not know his name, but he has nice curly hair he had a tattoo on his four harm and......
The bartender continues wiping a glass.
He says "well that pretty much describes a lot of guys who come through here. I'm sorry ladies. I wish I could help. But without a name and a better description, there's not much I can do. Good luck with your search though."
And with that, he walked away.
I dropped my shoulders this was not going to work out. That's when Haley looked at her phone. She said "oh my goodness I just got a text from work. I'm working late tonight and tomorrow night. So I don't know what to tell you will just keep looking OK do you want me to take you home?"
I smiled at her and said that's fine I'll find my way back. I need some time to think anyways
She patted my shoulders and said: "don't worry about it, we're going to find him we have two weeks."
I responded:
"You're right we do have two weeks, thanks for everything."
she smiled and said: "anytime that's what best friends are for dear.
You sure about this?"
I nodded and said: "You go ahead I will be okay,"
Haley smiled, she squeezed my hand and walked out the club.
I decided to stay for a while. I sat down on one the bar stools.
I thought about it.
I could come back tomorrow; he could be here. But this time around I will stop by on my own.
I thought for a moment; I can't drink so what is the point of remaining at the bar. I couldn't believe it. I was already getting concerned about the baby. Somewhere within me, didn't want to get rid of it after all.
Somewhere within me, I wanted to have this child, his child. I still desired Mr. Mysterious, the man I had fallen in love with that night. I called on a shared ride and found my way back home. As soon as I walked into my home, I fell on the couch and turned on my television.
Maybe he sent me a text?
I kept looking through my phone to see if there was one that I never checked but alas there was none.
I stared blankly at the TV screen.
I still had that money that I left for him.
I should've deposited it.
Maybe fate was trying to tell me to let it go.
Dammit, my eyes dart to a corner of the room and there on my desk, my prenatal vitamins. I shook my head and said: "I'm not going to take that I'm not keeping this child. But then something deep down inside told me "you know what? As long you are still knocked up, and they are right there. You might as well take them. And with that, I got off of my feet grab the bottle and took a pill. I laid down on my bed but couldn't sleep, why is this happening to me why now? I promised myself I would find him in 72 hours. Otherwise, I would let it go.
For the next two days, I sat at the bar hoping to see him.
But it turns out he never did show up.
I was ready to give up until the third night when I decided to stay a little longer at the bar.
Of course, I couldn't drink. So I ordered a virgin piña colada.
Just as I was drowning away my sorrows with my drink, certain I would never see him again; he walked into the lounge!
My tender heart skipped a beat.
My eyes followed his every move as he sat on the couch watching the burlesque dancers.
He looks like a different. The long locks swept up behind his head in a ponytail replaced by shorter but still curly locks.
I was sure it was him after that I got a good look and I knew that physic any time. His sensual hazel eyes still looked exactly the same.
Only this time they were not hidden underneath his dark aviator sunglasses.
Chapter 8
Slade
It has been two months since that's the night.
I wondered what she was up to now, but I tried my best not to think about it. I was still hurt and angry. Angry that I had fallen for her. Hurt because she figured I was a prostitute.
She never called, and I never looked back, but not a day went by when I didn't think about her soft lips and her sexy curves. I thought about how snug she felt around my shaft. But goodness, I thought about how she had stolen my heart that day and shattered it with her money.
From the look of things, it seems highly unlikely.I will win.
But then again I want more in the future. I want to be president.
My company now rakes in 50 billion dollars a year from apps and investments. And sometimes I wonder if I could just go back to my simpler life as a struggling rock star.
I am glad I stopped drinking although the urge to take a swig remained. It felt good to return to Bar one, a familiar place, as though visiting an old friend.I was nursing my caffeinated drink when I looked up and saw that familiar face.
The same gorgeous, desirable look that still made my loins yearn for her touch. I couldn't believe she was here before me. I smiled and gazed at her. She looked up at me and turned her face away. I thought to myself this should be fun.
I got up, walked up to the bar and sat next to her. I placed my palm on the back of her back and began sensually rubbing it. She didn't turn to look at me. Instead, she looked straight ahead.
I said: "how are you?"
She took in a deep breath, God she looked incredible. Perky breasts, which looked a little larger than I remembered. Gorgeous skin, perfect and perfect curves. It felt good to touch her if only for a moment. God help me, but I want her. I fucking want her. I want to feel my cock buried deep inside her tight wet walls.
She smiled. I couldn't help but stare at her tits. Maybe it is my imagination, but they have grown. Did she get implants?
She turned and said: "hi.."
Her lips moved as though she had more to say. But she stopped herself. I could be wrong. Then she said:
"Fine I am just fine," she said looking a little tired.
Maybe she felt guilty for leaving dollars on the nightstand for me.
I was about to say something about that night when my assistant Eva rushed in with the company phone in her hand. She said:"Senator, Miss Erica is on the line. She said she mus
t speak with you."
I could tell by the way my mysterious lady's eyes widened; she was shocked to hear the word senator.
Hmm, she began speaking she wanted to say something. I just knew it. But then I had to take this call. I got up and walked to a corner of the room, all the while keeping my eye on miss mysterious.
"Hello, Erica?" I said.
"Hello, darling I'm right around the corner. Will be there in a few minutes. I love you," she said. I did not respond. She knew how I felt. There was nothing between us, but she would not accept it.
I told her not to stop by because I wanted to hear what my mystery lady had to say. I wanted to know why she is back with the way things turned out. I wanted to hear her say she had feelings for me too. Call me an egomaniac; it didn't matter. It was the way I felt.
To the outside world, I am an extrovert. I am a man made of steel. But in reality, I'm not. I am an introvert. I am a mild mannered guy. Any woman that falls for me is asking for trouble.
I walked back to the bar and sat next to miss mysterious.
She turned towards me and smiled.
I would be lying if I said her smile did not take my breath away. But I had to play tough, so I said to her: "what brings you over to the bar one sweetie. It's great to see you again?"
She looked at me and said: "Same here." Then she continued: "I've meant to tell you that" Her words got caught off by her phone buzzing.
"Sorry but I need to take his call," she said. I nodded and watched as she turned away, got up and walked to the corner of the room to make the call. I couldn't make out what she said as she spoke in hushed tones. Back a few minutes later ,I asked who she that was?
She said: "a friend of mine" then she got quiet.
I had this gut feeling that was holding back in telling me something important, but I couldn't fathom why?
Chapter 9
Meghan
I had to take that call.·It was Haley trying to reach me. She asked if I found him. I lied and said: "No."
This was one secret I decided to keep to myself.
I also felt it's best to hear what his intentions are with me without actually telling him about the baby. I know it sounds crazy. But I want to know. So I told Haley:
"Everything's fine. I haven't seen him yet. But I'm going to hang out at the bar until I do.
"Okay don't know if that is wise, you know not to drink right?" She asked.
" I know, and I'm not drinking," I said trying to get her off the phone.
She said: "Okay then call me if you need me."
I said: "I will do so, bye dear."
Bye, she responded hanging up the phone.
I then walked back into the bar and sat next to Mr. mystery man. He smiled at me. I smiled back at him. But then my gaze turned towards two men standing and arguing in hushed tones.
And from their outfits, they looked quite distinguished. Then Mr. Mysterious or may I call him Senator spoke up:
"Sorry I have to leave it was great seeing you again.You look gorgeous.
I swallowed hard. Leave? Should I speak up now? I felt like I blew it.
Here was my chance to tell him about his baby and yet the words did not come out of my mouth.
I nodded and watched as he watched as leaned forward and gave me an endearing kiss on the forehead.
Then he got up and took stoic steps to the door. I could the tears welling up in my eyes; I turned away glancing back at the couple arguing.
One of the gentlemen yelled at the other one and walked out almost at the same time as Mr. mystery man.
Dammit, I still don't know his name.
The other man looked up at me. Our eyes met there were tears in his eyes too. He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He had sad eyes, but he tried to force a smile.
I smiled back reassuring at him.
It was as though we were in the same predicament.
Both of us wanting something that was unattainable. Unreachable and untouchable. The gentle man nods his head and walks out of the space.
Just when I thought it was all over for Mr. Mystery man and me, he walks back into the bar. He hands me a card. Then he says "call me. With that, he walked out the lounge once more.
I swallowed hard and glanced down at the card.
I placed a hand over my mouth in surprise.
I couldn't believe what I was reading.
Slade. A bonafide legendary billionaire rock star and your future senator.
Oh no so I got it all wrong, how could I have thought? But what about the escort service? I had an inkling he looked familiar but then
Couldn't I put two and two together? I smiled and rubbed my belly.
I got up, clutching the card pleased yet still worried. I got in my car and drove home.
Chapter 10
Slade
I hoped she would show up. but then again it wouldn't surprise me if she was a no show. She has a hold on me that I can’t explain. I wish you would understand how she has a hold on my heart.
After all, revealing who I am was not exactly a nice surprise to spring up on her.
Erica had this joke. she said that people need to take me seriously. So she came up with this wild idea tell everyone, we got married over the weekend.
She reasoned, my rival in the political game has a spouse. So doing so would give me a boost in the polls.
I don't know why she thought so, but I played along.
I decided to put on a fake ring. A fake diamond encrusted wedding band, not exactly my style you know, but I can take a joke.
Think of how surprised I was to see Miss mysterious walk into the room. She stared at me with curious eyes as I played with my "wedding band."
“Hi," she said in a soft tender voice. “You executive assistant let me in.” Her eyes darted to the ring on my finger. Then back up at me. Fuck! She had incredible eyes. I wanted to take her clothes off right here to feel her tight snug walls. But I had to be a gentleman.
A smile crept up on my face as she brushed her hair behind her ears, she was still as innocent at that night we made love. My virgin angel came back to me.
“You never mentioned your name that night...” She said.
“You never asked,” I responded, watching as she clutched a magazine to her chest. "And neither did you."
Then she said:
“A guitar God, a legend and now running for President?”
“Senator first," I corrected.
Then watching her every move; her curves swayed with each movement, I said: " Please sit."
She smiled, then he sat across from my desk. She said:
“I guess I will make myself comfortable.”
You know what I realized? Now that you know who I am, you still haven't told me your name? I said to her.
She bit her lower lip and said: “Meghan my name is Meghan with the H.”
I folded my hands leaned on my desk and looked at her with lust.
"That's a beautiful name," I said.
Goodness, why does she have this effect on me? I thought about almost every night ever since that fateful evening. I leaned towards her; she turns her gaze away from me. Her beautiful large nipples straining against her top.
“I still don’t know your full name,” I whisper gazing into her eyes. She was aroused, I could tell she desired me too.
“It's Meghan..... Meghan Smith and just so you know I thought...” she purred.
“You thought I was an escort that night?” I said a low voice
Gosh, the memory of that night did something to my brain.
The memory of her warm tight untouched pussy muscles clenching hard and tight on my shaft made my body burn with desire. Lust burned in my mind that's all I could think about and nothing else. My pulse quickened because I was mad for her with desire.
She blushed, I could tell she was a little embarrassed at her arousal and from the fact he made an error that night.
I tried to make her relax.
“Oh” that's all s
he said, then silence. I couldn’t help it, I had held back long enough. Heat settled in my groin; I needed to fill her warmth.
I wrapped my strong arms around her and lifted her up on her feet.
Even though she had on heels and here I was leaning on the desk. She stood at my eye level. Her dress clung on tight to her curves. The outline of her nipples on the fabric was visible.