Pregnant For The Billionaire Playboy

"I don't wanna leave the house!" I whined as my best friend kept throwing different outfits on my face. I pushed them all down, rolled them into a big ball and threw it back at her. "Stop being a big baby, get your s**t together and let's go party!" She said, clearly annoyed at my sulky attitude. "But I don't want to!" I said and tears slipped from my eyes. I quickly wiped them before Sandra would notice. I was fired from my job this afternoon because of a slight mistake I made, and instead of letting me mop, cry, and drown in my sorrows, Sandra wants me to go clubbing. So crazy! But this is my best friend, always ready to take the craziest steps and do things which are abnormal. "Drowning in your sorrows won't make things better, Chloe." She sounded funny as she spoke, and for a moment, I almost laughed. Her mouth was shaped in an O as she applied mascara to her eyelashes which made her words come out in a funny way. "I agree. But drowning in alcohol isn't going to help me either." "No, baby. It's going to help you forget your misery." "And when I wake up?" Why isn't she talking about the hangover and how awful I would feel, later on. "Come on, Chloe! Just one night. You've never partied with me since our graduation from college." She said with a pout which tempts me to consider her proposal. Sandra is smart, beautiful and the total opposite of me. We graduated college together three years ago. While she works as an accountant in a firm, I worked as a secretary to one of the biggest tech companies in New York. My job was simple and shouldn't have been strenuous, but my boss made things unbearable for me. He was hard to please and would always find fault in everything. After getting some documents he had requested this afternoon mixed up, he told me he was done with me and got the HR to hand me a termination letter. "Your boss is a psychopath, maybe you should celebrate your victory." She said in a soothing tone to calm my nerves as she sat beside me on the bed. "Ugh!!! Sandra!!!" I shouted out in frustration, and covered up my face with the duvet. "You knew how hard it got me to get the job. My family all depends on me!" I pushed the duvet down at the sudden realization. My eyes widened as I thought of the responsibility that was on my shoulders. "How do I explain to my parents that I got fired? How Sandra?" I burst into tears. "Oh, Chloe!" Sandra muttered and pulled me in for a warm hug. "We would figure this out. I don't like seeing you in this state and that's why I suggested you follow me to the club, but it's fine if you want to stay home." She said as she stroked my thick black curly hair. "We would figure out everything. You're going to get a new job, a job you would enjoy and be valued, where there would be no mean boss screaming at your face." My nerves calmed a bit as she spoke and it made me feel hopeful. There's still hope no matter the situation. I would get a new job. I can do this. I would get my student loan paid, my siblings fees paid and support the family in ways I can. Arrrghhh! Isn't the weight too much for a lady of twenty five to handle? Gosh! So many bills and now I'm jobless. I've got only two thousand dollars in my savings and I don't know how long it will last before I find a better paying job. Sandra pulls out of the hug and looks me over. "You look a mess, Chloe." I scratched my hair and eyed her. "Do you expect me to look all glowy and beautiful in this state of distress?" She chuckled and shook her head. "Maybe I should go clubbing with you." Her eyes spark with excitement and doubt. How did that even come out of my mouth? "Are you for real?" She asked, shining her thirty two as though I just made the best decision of my life. I shrugged. "Yeah!!" She screams and throws her hands in the air before jumping on me in a bear hug. "Come off me!" I scoffed and pushed her away. She pulls my chin before giving me a peck. "Let's get to this baby girl. You deserve to be happy! Now get up, let me do my magic on you. ***** The loud music blasting from the speakers almost gets my ears out of my head. I had to close them tight with my finger as Sandra and I made our way through sweaty dancing figures. "This is crazy!" I yelled into her ears so she would hear me. Damn! Did I shout that too loud? She turned and smiled at me. "Loosen up girl and have fun." She said with a wink. She stopped walking when we got to the middle and she began to twirl her waist to the beat of the music. What the f**k! Just like that?? She moves closer to me to speak in my ears. "You can go sit there and take some shots if you don't wanna dance yet!" She points to a section where some guys were drinking and I shook my head. I can't see myself sitting there. "Suit yourself!" She said, winked and continued dancing. A guy from nowhere grabs her waist and they both dance to the beat. I sighed and looked away. I scanned the hall and I didn't like what I saw, at all. How does Sandra come to places like this every Friday night? I walked to the bar. Maybe I should heed Sandra's advice and get lost in alcohol. I drag out a stool and sit on it. "Hey miss! What can I offer you?" The barman asked. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes traveled down my body. I could do little to cover up as Sandra had forced me to wear the worse of her dresses. My cleavage was all on display so I tried to use my hair to cover up, but it did little justice to the cleavage that was on display for the world to see. I cleared my throat. "I need something very strong." "Everything here is strong. Be more specific." A mock smile played on the corner of his lips. Should I be embarrassed that I don't know the brand name of an alcoholic drink? "I think miss beauty is new to this world." A voice said from beside me. I turned to see who spoke, but couldn't see the face clearly. "Vodka is the strongest. Are you open to it?" I looked from the barman to the stranger that stood beside me and nodded my head in agreement.