Nine Months with the Billionaire's Secret Child( A player who got played).

Chapter 1 Emma ( POV) I made my way to the bar, weaving through the crowd of dancing bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol, a heady mixture that threatened to overwhelm my senses. But I welcomed it, craving the oblivion it offered. The bartender, a grizzled man with tattoos snaking up his arms, shot me a knowing look as I approached. "Rough night?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. I nodded, unable to muster the strength to speak. He slid a glass of whiskey across the bar to me, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. "On the house," he said with a sympathetic smile. I raised the glass to my lips and drank deeply, relishing the burn as it seared its way down my throat. It was a small comfort, but in that moment, it was enough to dull the ache in my chest. As I sat there, nursing my drink, I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to Tom who had shattered my world with just a few words. The memory of his betrayal still stung like an open wound, raw and painful. “Who does he think he is? I gave him my all and still he did this to me” I voiced out with a cry. Look at me, I'm ten out of ten. Angel has nothing compared to my figure. I seriously thought she was my best friend without knowing that she never had my back all this while. The sight I witnessed again this evening is really hurting, Angel was passionately kissing Tom, Can u believe that? "You'll be okay," the bartender said quietly, his words a gentle reassurance in the midst of my despair. And for the first time that night, I allowed myself to believe him. As I sat there on the couch, I couldn't escape the relentless onslaught of memories that haunted me. Images of Tom – his smile, his touch, his laughter – flashed before my eyes like a cruel taunt, a reminder of what I had lost. "Why did Tom have to betray me like this? Desperate for distraction, I reached for my phone, scrolling through endless notifications and messages in a futile attempt to numb the ache in my heart. But with each passing minute, the weight of my loneliness only seemed to grow heavier, suffocating me with its oppressive embrace. In that moment of reckless abandon, I decided to drown my sorrows in yet another round of drinks. I waved down the bartender and ordered another shot, then another, until the world around me began to spin and blur into oblivion. “You have had enough already, Miss” the bartender said to me when he noticed that I was a little tipsy. I gave him bombastic side eyes. I wondered what he cared about anyway, I told myself, all men are scum and he can't be an exception no matter how he pretends. “ I am not drunk, and if I am at any point please mind your own business and stop playing good guy to me” I took another sip, at that moment, I lost track of time, lost track of myself, as I descended deeper into the abyss of intoxication. The line between reality and illusion became increasingly blurred, until I could no longer distinguish between the two. I have tried getting to my feet like three times now as I realized that I need to go home but what will I say, this pencil red heel shoes I am wearing won't carry me, it was actually one of Tom's favorite color so I wore it to impress him without knowing that he planned on breaking me into thousand pieces. And then, just when I thought I couldn't sink any lower, he appeared, a shadowy figure emerging from the haze of smoke and dimly lit corners. He was tall which was my first quality I craved for in a man, with dark hair just like Tom. At a point,I thought I was just staring at Tom but not until I noticed his piercing eyes that seemed to bore into the depths of my soul. I should have been wary, should have recognized him for what he was, a stranger in the night, a fleeting moment of temptation in a sea of chaos. But in my drunken stupor, I was powerless to resist the allure of his presence. I tried again for the fourth time to stand but ended up landing on his body, with my breast pressing his chest. The fragrance of his body spray was heaven, I love men who wear a good sweet body spray, still in his chest.I noticed my hands on his muscles and was so impressed by what I felt. I danced my hands to his chest just to touch his bare body from the side that he unbuttoned his shirt. “Are you okay?” he asked me. What was I supposed to say? Just moments ago, I was in agony because of Tom, but now, resting in his warm embrace feels like stepping into another realm entirely. As I lifted my head, I couldn't help but notice his undeniable charm and attractiveness. Damn! He's so cute, and those dimples— they're everything I ever wished for. I couldn't help but remember how I used to tell Tom how much I wished he had dimples, but now, gazing at his adorable dimples, I couldn't imagine wanting anything else. "I'm fine, do I look like I'm not okay?" I asked him, attempting to maintain a facade of strength. But just as I struggled to regain my composure, my heel betrayed me, causing me to stumble back into his chest once more after I had fought so hard to pull away. I couldn't shake the feeling that this stranger's outward appearance didn't match the goodness of his heart. Yet, after all I've been through, there was little left to fear. "Come, let me help you sit down," he said gently as he carried me over to the nearby empty chair. He offered me a drink, and I accepted without hesitation, eager to lose myself in the temporary solace that his company promised. We talked and laughed, our words slurred and disjointed, as we sought refuge in each other's arms. As my purse fell to the ground, he offered to retrieve it for me. As he reached down, his hand brushed against my leg, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt his touch lingering, inching dangerously close to places it shouldn't be. Despite my earlier suspicions about this stranger, I found myself unable to resist the allure of his touch. A nagging voice at the back of my mind warned me of the danger of trusting him in the dead of night. I tried to push it aside, to drown it out with the pounding beat of the music, but it persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. He kept coming closer at the point I knew that I was far gone,he kissed my forehead, down to my cheeks and placed his hands gently on my chest. He chuckled, when he noticed how fast my heart was beating. I know you want me! Don't resist it. He whispered to me. I won't deny that fact,he was right but I wasn't ready at all, so I brushed the feeling away. He must be stupid to think that I'm willing to make the same mistake I made with Tom when I gave him my heart. “What is on your mind?" he asked me laughing.ok fine,my bad, I'm Daniel what is your name. I couldn't utter a word,at that point my feelings were playing games with me,I don't know how he noticed it. He gently raised me up when he noticed how deep I was already into him. Let's get a room,he told me smiling. Oh no what am I doing but i was blaming it on the drink and the heartbreak that was weighing me down. I came for a business trip, I won't mind if you spend the night with me because it looks like you are not in the right state, he explained to me. I couldn't say a thing, he led me to his hotel room, I looked at the number with my drunken eye,it was room 212. I crammed the number because I don't know what will happen behind closed doors. “Do you care for food?"he asked me with a smile, I said yes because I was really hungry. As I ate the food his eyes were fixed on my body as a hungry lion wanting to rip my skin off my body. Gezzz! He came closer than ever as he pushed the food aside and held my wai st, kissed me passionately till I felt something dripping off my pants. “Not again!