Looking for the One

Pregnancy was a joyous thing, they said. A thing to be happy about. But why was I having mixed feelings towards this bun in my oven?

I always expected to get pregnant, yes, but that was not in my plan when I slept with him. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. It hadn't been in my plans to have a baby.

How was he going to feel about this baby? Would he accept the baby? Would I—would we—raise the baby together? What was to be expected of me? But still, I didn't regret sleeping with him. What I regretted doing was getting too carried away and forgetting to use protection.

But then, the way he had rubbed, licked, sucked…no, Emily, you shouldn't be thinking of things like that.

First, I had to get something in my stomach. I stood up, my handbag in my hand as I vacated the shelter of the warm cafe. Whatever was going to happen, I was keeping the baby—my baby.

The breeze blew into the room as I prepared the outfit, I was planning to wear out tonight. Today had been my graduation from college, which meant I was taking a big step in my life. There was no better way to celebrate than to go to a club. Not just any club, but the most popular club in the whole of New York.

I had moved to New York to study a few years back, leaving my family miles away in another country, but I tried to help my parents whenever I could. I was now a step closer to assisting them. I just had to get myself a perfect job and relieve them of a little stress.

"Emma, don't tell me you aren't dressed yet?" Lily, my best friend of two years walked into my small apartment with irritation. She was dressed in a short, tight purple dress with black stilettos. Her hair was packed in a messy bun on her head and bright earrings dangled from her ears.

She had put on light make up paired with red lipstick. I looked at her, staring confused, as I tried to gauge why she would be ready to attend the club at 6pm in the evening.

"Lily, I get that you don't like being late, but this is just too early for my sake." I rolled my eyes at her, leaving her irritated face and walking into the living room.

I placed myself on my small red couch with throw pillows scattered around it when Lily walked in. "Bitch, I'm aware it's early but we aren't going to the club first. I told my dad about our outing, and he suggested we go out for dinner before clubbing."

She rubbed her nape as she spoke to me, slowing down her words like she was explaining to a six-year-old.

I looked up at her. This time it was my turn to get irritated. "Then you should have called me before coming here. Where do I start from? I'm still in my Pjs, with messy hair, and fuck, sometimes I could just strangle you." I pushed my hands to my head, massaging my scalp through my brunette hair.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot. Daddy was hell bent on sending me here sooner. He wanted to be sure I came along with Tony.”

Tony had been working for the Taylor family since Lily had been little.

Lily's father was a well-known billionaire in New York. He was involved in men’s underwear manufacturing, and suffice it to say, his business was booming. If it hadn't been for the connection Lily had, we wouldn't even have been able to make a reservation at BLING.

"Alright I hear you. You just have to help me with my make up. That's the least you can do.

"I've got you girl," Lily said as she immediately dragged me by my hands, leading me to my room and getting right to work.

It took us forty-five minutes max to get ready. I stood in front of the mirror as I examined my outfit. I was in a purple gown, similar to Lily's, only mine was armless. I paired it with black stilettos. Lily had also gone simple with my makeup, making it light as she focused more on my eyelashes, which made my light brown eyes pop.

"Look who's smoking hot," Lily gushed from beside me, using her hands to signal me to turn around. I did as I was told, and I made several silly poses.

"Let's go girl. I've called Tony to bring the car up front," she called out to me as she grabbed her silver clutch, and I grabbed my black one.

"Time to party!" I yelled as I locked the door, securing my keys right under the flowerpot as I followed Lily, who was screaming her head off and twerking her way to the car.

BLING stood high and mighty as we walked into it after showing our VIP passes to the bodyguard standing in front of the VIP stand. Lily and I walked hand-in-hand, slightly tipsy as we entered the powerful club.

Immediately, we were engulfed by loud music and loud cheering as the stage was halfway cleared, making way for the couple that was at the center of the stage, entertaining themselves and the crowd.

"What are you doing, Emma? We are going up to the VIPs," Lily yelled, using her fingers to signal to the ceiling, indicating we were going up.

"Alright," I yelled back as we continued our journey.

Unlike the regular bar downstairs, the VIP area was quieter. Different men in suits sat on black leather cushions as women entertained them. Laughter could be heard from an area, and I resisted the urge to cower back and shrink.

This was what always happened to me. I wasn't comfortable in Lily's world, but I hadn't ever told her that. It would make her feel so horrible and she might start to think it was her fault.

"We'll have some tequila please," Lily's sweet voice announced to the bartender, who was busy cleaning a cup when we arrived at the bar.

"Coming right up," his deep voice resonated as he got to work preparing our drinks for us. A cup turned to two, three, till I lost count and just continued to guzzle everything.

"Let's go dance!" Lily yelled as we went to downstairs to the dance floor, grinding on each other. We were together till we were separated by a hard body.

I looked up to see a guy’s tall frame. He was in tight dark jeans with a tight black shirt, muscles straining and budging to come out.

"Sure," I said as I moved close to him, grinding him. His hands circled my waist as he pulled me closer. His hard-on rubbed against my ass. I bent forward as I rubbed my ass, twerking on him. He let out a slight "fuck."

His hands began creeping up my body and I realized it was time to put a stop to this, and also, I had to use the bathroom.

"Dance is over, I've gotta use the bathroom." I removed his hands, which were grasping tightly onto my waist.

"Aw come on, you silly bitch," he grumbled as he walked past me, immediately finding another dance partner and winking at me. I gave him the middle finger as I found my way further into the bar, stumbling around, looking for the bathroom.

I hadn't realized how drunk I was until I stumbled and almost fell flat on my face on the stairs. I was rescued and put back on my feet successfully by something, or rather, someone.

"Hey, careful there." A deep voice spoke, and I raised my head to register the face. It was blurry, and I couldn't see well except for a trimmed beard and deep blue eyes. Or were they green?

Everything became blurry, and things were fading as I fell, this time, banging on the hard floor.

I winced as darkness consumed me and someone cursed, "Oh shit."