Baby Daddy

"Okay, I get it." I snap, slamming the magazine on on the counter. "You're dating," Again. "Could you at least take the PDA elsewhere, please?" I damn near roll my eyes but instead, take a deep breath to calm my nerves before I say something I can't take back. Another day, another boyfriend. Lord have mercy. My sister stands on the other side of the counter, hand in hand with her new beau, a model, she'd claimed. Just her type. I size him up, and even I have to admit that he didn't look so bad. I scratch my brain trying to remember his name, it is literally at the tip of my tongue, but it wasn't clicking. I can simply say it's something with an R. Damnit. Maddie had waltzed in here like she was on a red carpet, smile so big and bright as she hung on his arm like a designer purse. He's a model, Kira. Maddie had said over the phone, A f*****g model. If I didn't know better, I would've said she's in love. But I know her better. And like any sister, by obligation, I was happy for her. She and Prince Charming made an undeniably cute couple. I can't help the smile that creeps over my face as Maddie speaks. My gaze runs over the guy again and my stomach flips when I catch him staring at me. I gulp. What the hell? When I look up again, he's smiling down at my sister and something breaks in my chest. "I'm sorry," I hear myself say to him, "I didn't catch your name." In an instant he's looking at me, an unmistakable frown on his dark eyebrows. His head is tilted, and I know that if I look at my sister right now I might just end up six feet under. She'd said his name a million times when she called earlier , but I could only remember so much. So I keep head up, and gaze narrowed at her beau. "Reilly," he says, now it's my turn to frown but soon after he adds, "Reilly Michaelson." At least I had an idea. Something with an R -Reilly. With a satisfied smile, I nod and shift my eyes to my sister. Maddie speaks up again, pulling out of her bag, a black and gold invitation card. I immediately know what it's for when I see my name written on the side. I hope my face doesn't show what I'm feeling, when she stretches her hand out for me to take. Reilly glances at his wristwatch and sighs, "Okay, love," he says to Maddie, holding on to her hands, "I have to go now." She pouts, giving him her infamous puppy eyes. "Already?" He nods, "There's no rest for the wicked," he says deviously with a kiss. I gulp, envious of this, even though it looked too good to be true. A part of me wanted that. "I'm gonna miss you," Maddie says, a pout still on lips. "Not if I miss you first." He tells her with one last kiss. He then let's go of her hands, slips into his blazer before walking out. "Isn't he just ...hot." my sister says, with a lovesick sigh. It takes me a moment to realise that she wasn't waiting for an answer. She was simply stating a fact. "A Greek God in the flesh," she adds. Personally, I would'nt call him that but he was on the right road. Randall Michaelson. His name sounded familiar though. Michaelson. "Hmmm," I say to her. It catches her attention. She looks me dead in the eyes, a smile creeping into her face. "Don't wear anything I wouldn't," she says, eyeing the clothes hung behind me with a repulsed look on her face. "Right," I say, "because I've done that before." "Yes you have," she hits back, taking a step back, "Seven pm. Don't be late." "Right," I immediately bite back the rest of the words as she walks out. Because I've done that before, is what I wanted to say. I sigh and pick up the magazine as wait out the rest of the day. At 8:30pm I'm locking up and my phone chimes with a message from Maddie. I'd like to think she's concerned, worried and wondering if I'm safe, but I read otherwise. WTF, it says. You're an hour late. I'm on the last key when I see another one; Reilly's coming to get you. My heart skips and the keys slip out of my hands. Sure enough, a red sports car rolls up on the road and he steps out. "You didn't have to come get me," I tell him with an eyeroll. "Well, it's not like I wanted to." I bite back a snarky reply and sit silentlywhile he drives to my apartment. When we arrive I defiantly wear a red flared dress along with black slip on heels. I tie my coily hair and put light make up on. Fifteen minutes later we are at the party. The loft we get into is dark, lit by led lights and glow in the dark paint. Stripper poles are almost everyone, each one which a dancer gliding up and down. I survey the place, looking for at least one familiar face but all I'm met with are strangers. I head for the bar and order myself a bottle of sweet red wine. For the rest of the night, I wander around the place, from room to room. I even stand in line for the bathroom, only to elave when I'm second. I see Maddie only once or twice, hanging around her posh friends. With my third bottle, I'm on the dance floor, grinding against anyone who'd let me. My head feels light and suddenly everything around me is swaying. I smile against the bottle neck when I see Reilly and literally skip towards him. He's at the bar, elbow on the counter as he chats and laughs with some friends. His brown eyes are on me before I even get to him, and oddly enough he mirrors my smile. "Hey," I purr, leaning in closer than I intend. "Hey," he casually replies, smirking. I take a deep breath, "Can I please talk to you. In private." He gives me a reluctant look, before nodding. Reilly's hand slips into mine before I can protest. He pulls me towards the stairs. I would've been content where we were. At the rooftop, I get a breath of fresh air and my head alwy clears as I rub my temples. "I take it you want to talk about your sister." He says. "Huh?" "Maddie," he repeats, walking away. I look up and gulp, realising that he's barely dressed, black jeans hang loosely on his waist, veiling Calvin Klein underwear. Oh my God. Greek God, Maddie's words play over in my head. "Kira." He calls out, seemingly closer than before. "Mmh," My eyes immediately snap to his face and a number of emotions run through his eyes. s**t. What the f**k am I doing? I take a step, closing the space between us and look up at him. He bends his head and instinctively I follow suit and kiss him I immediately shove him and slap him, wiping my lips like he'd just burnt me. "What the f**k?" He booms, rubbing his cheek. "I'm so sorry." I'm breathing heavily, my heart sinking with regret but I can't help it. My head is clouded again, and I don't know whether it's the alcohol or just me. I kiss him again and this time I'm not letting go. Reilly pulls me in, one hand on my waist and the other on my ass. Soon enough, nothing else matters. We're just two people kissing. And even though something urges me to stop, I wrap my legs around his waist when he picks me up.