I watched Keturah stumble away, swaying side to side like a toddler who just learned to walk. I took a deep breath and finally raised my hand to knock on the VIP room door.
I knocked again. And again. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.
"What do you want, Miss?" the man asked with a frown. His voice was deep, calm, but the look in his eyes told me he was not expecting company.
God, he was handsome. My eyes dropped to his lips. They looked soft, red and kissable. Without blinking, I blurted out, "Make me pregnant."
His eyebrows drew together. "What?"
"Get me pregnant," I repeated, holding my chin high. No shame. No hesitation. This man was going to be the father of my child whether he liked it or not, well, sort of.
I pushed past him and walked into the room. It was much bigger than our own VIP room. The lighting was low, the furniture modern and expensive, and the faint scent of whiskey lingered in the air.
He shut the door behind us and faced me with disbelief written all over his face. "What the hell are you talking about?"
I turned to him slowly, giving him my best seductive look, the kind I had practiced a hundred times in the mirror but never actually used in real life.
"I said," I repeated slowly, "make me pregnant. Do not worry, you do not need to take responsibility. I do not want your love, your money, or your name. I just want your sperm. That is all."
I pouted, tilted my head, and gave him a sweet smile. "You are extremely good-looking, and I think your genes would bless me with the most beautiful child."
Then I stepped closer.
"I really need a baby. I am serious. Please? Just… give me what I need," I whispered as I reached out to touch his arm. But he stepped back.
His eyes were wide now, like he was talking to someone completely out of her mind.
"What is wrong with you? Are you drunk? Are you hearing yourself?" he said, almost laughing. But his voice was tight, like he did not know whether to call security or talk me out of it.
I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. Enough talking. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. They were soft and warm. But he did not kiss me back.
His mouth stayed shut, his body stiff as a statue.
Ugh, stubborn man!
I pulled away, frustrated. I opened my eyes and looked at him again, this time with a little more attitude.
"Are you really going to waste this chance?" I asked, crossing my arms. "You get to sleep with someone hot for free. No strings. No drama. Just one night. That is it."
He still looked stunned, but something in his jaw tightened. Maybe I was finally getting through.
This guy is really so picky. He should be thankful I chose him to be the father of my future child.
I closed my eyes again and gently bit his lower lip, just enough to tempt him into opening up. And just like that, I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Wait… is it normal for a guy's mouth to taste this sweet? His saliva reminded me of cherry-flavored candy. It was strange but oddly exciting. It had been so long since I kissed anyone. My body felt completely new to this.
I smirked when I felt something hard pressing against my stomach. So, he was affected too.
I pressed myself closer to him, feeling every bit of heat between us. Yes, I am still a virgin, but that does not mean I am clueless. I have read things. I have seen things. I got curious. But now, with all this energy building inside me, I finally understand what it really feels like to crave something this badly.
Just as I was getting lost in the moment, I felt his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me away.
I stared at him. His eyes were intense. Angry? Shocked? I could not tell. But instead of feeling scared, I felt irritated. Why stop now?
"You are driving me crazy," he said, his voice low and rough. Before I could even respond, he reached for the zipper of my dress. In one sharp motion, he pulled it down, and the fabric fell away from my shoulders. I gasped, not out of embarrassment, but from how fast everything was happening.
He laid me back on the sofa, and in seconds, lifted my leg, positioning himself between us.
"W-wait…"
He did not speak. His expression said everything. He leaned in closer, lowering his face to the side of my neck.
"I said I will make you pregnant... and I will not break promises," he said, his breath hot against my skin.
Then I felt it, his hand slowly gliding along my thigh. Not rough. Not rushed. Just intentional. My heart raced. I did not know if it was the alcohol, the heat in the room, or the emotions I had been bottling up for years, but one thing was clear; I wanted this. No turning back.
*****
I woke up feeling a sharp pain between my thighs.
"Ouch," I mumbled, slowly sitting up. That was when I noticed an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Someone was beside me?
I immediately turned to see who the hell was holding me like that.
"What the hell...?" I cursed under my breath when I realised I was completely naked, and so was the guy beside me.
Oh no. Oh no no no! So it really happened?
The one thing I had been guarding for years was now gone. Just like that. My heart pounded as I looked around the room, and yes, this was still the VIP room from last night.
I carefully moved his arm away from me. My body still ached, but I forced myself to get up and started picking up the pieces of my clothes scattered across the floor. That was when I realised everything; my dress, my underwear, even my bra was torn.
Seriously? He ripped everything?
Ugh. Unfair!
I glanced at the sleeping man. His clothes were still on the floor, perfectly intact.
Fine. If he ruined my clothes, then I was taking his.
I grabbed his white polo shirt and pants from the floor and wore them without a second thought. There was no way I would wear a man's boxers, though. That was just a hard no.
No bra. No undies. Just vibes and shame.
I grabbed my phone and my small red bag that had fallen near the sofa. Luckily, the sticky notes I always kept were still inside. I pulled two out, scribbled something fast, and stuck one note on the side of his bed.
"Hi, Stranger. Thank you for last night. Also, thanks for the sperm. Hehe.
I owe you big time. If ever something forms in my tummy, do not worry, you do not need to take responsibility. This was my choice. Thanks again."
I stuck the note on the edge of the bed and took one last look at him. He was still sound asleep.
Good. I tiptoed toward the door, walking with a limp. My body was sore all over, but my pride hurt even more.
Thankfully, the hallway was empty. No one saw me. I hurried down the stairs. There were only a few Velvet 9 staff around, and none of them seemed to notice me.
Just when I thought I was about to escape this place, I reached the parking lot and stopped dead in my tracks.
Flat tire. Of all the days... today?
"Ugh!" I let out an annoyed groan and kicked the nearest pebble, which only made my foot hurt more.
*******
I did not waste time feeling sorry for myself. I just really wanted to go home. And as if the universe was finally doing me a favour, there was a taxi waiting right outside. Without hesitation, I hopped in.
"Ma'am. Where are you headed?" the driver asked. I blinked in surprise when I realised the driver was a woman. Thank God.
"Uhmm… just a sec…" I paused, trying to think fast. I could not go back to the mansion, no way. They were probably awake by now. If they saw me like this… no. Just no. So I chose the safest option.
"My condo. Akario Condominium."
"Alright, Ma'am," she replied with a friendly smile, then drove off.
Silence filled the taxi. A cold sensation settled over me. I hugged myself, still feeling exposed despite the shirt and pants I had borrowed. At the same time, I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.
"Ma'am," she suddenly said, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror, "good thing you got in my car and not one of those creepy drivers out there. With how you look right now, I swear, they would have taken advantage. You are very pretty, by the way."
I blinked again, unsure how to react.
"Next time," she added, "please do not just hop into a taxi like this, especially looking like that. I am a woman too, and a mother, so I know how nasty some people can be. Sorry if I am being nosy. I just care."
She scratched her head awkwardly.
I gave her a grateful smile. "You are totally right. Thank you for the reminder and for being so kind. I promise, this will never happen again."
I meant it. If all people were as kind as her, the world would be a much safer place.
"It is nothing, dear. I just could not help but worry. I have daughters myself," she said, eyes back on the road.
"Still, thank you so much." I gave her a soft smile and leaned back, staying quiet the rest of the way.
When we arrived, I handed her the fare, with a bit extra. "Here's the payment, ma."
She smiled and handed me something. "Take this jacket, Ma'am. It is new. Use it to cover yourself better. You are not wearing… you know. So it helps."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. My goodness.
"Thank you so much," I said, reaching out for the jacket. "Can I get your number, though? I will return this…"
She shook her head. "No need. I do not even own a phone. Just keep it. You are a good kid. Consider it a gift."
Touched, I smiled wider. "Thank you again. Really."
I quickly wore the black jacket. It was a bit big for me, but it covered what needed to be hidden. Then I got out of the taxi and headed straight for the elevator.
Now that I was back home, lying on my sofa, the pain between my legs reminded me that it really happened. I let it happen. And the worst part? I could not bring myself to regret it.
I headed straight to the bathroom, desperate to wash away the stickiness, the heat, the scent of him that still clung to my skin. But even after the water ran cold, I still felt warm all over.
After what felt like only half an hour of sleep, a sudden knock echoed against my door. My heart plummeted. I hadn't expected anyone this morning, no visits, no disruptions. Could it be the stranger from the hotel? Had he followed me home? This was the one thing I prayed would never happen. And now....