Return Of Billionaire Baby Mama

Chapter 9

. . . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . .

Laurene not only succeeded in making me wear an outfit that I wouldn't wear even in a thousand years to come, she made me go to some downtown bar with her.

I dressed up in a deep blue LBD gown, even though it was the last most appropriate thing to wear to a club house but my best friend wouldn't have it any other way. She tried to fix my hair but I refused. I only let her out some eyeliner on my eyes and put some lipgloss on my lips.

I walked beside Lauren as we approached the big tall building that housed a number of rich perverts and some alcohol that was just gonna burn my throat and add to my problems by the time I woke up sober tomorrow morning.

At the front of the entrance were two security men. As soon as we got to their fronts they let us in with a sky smile which I didn't give much thoughts about. I just wanted to go in there and get this over with. I was suddenly wanting to be inside that club so badly. It was very much unlike me but I needed to escape everything that night.

Lauren and I sat on one of the red parlor chairs at the center of the room, which seemed to be free of people at the moment. Loud music played from the disco ball hanging off the ceiling. My eyes immediately darted around the large filled room to spit a couple of rich looking men dressed in well tailored suits around the rooms, strip dancers dancing in front of them.

" I'll go get us drinks, okay?! " Laurene screamed under the loud music and I simply nodded and watched her walk out and towards the bar before trying to settle into my chair. She returned shortly with a bottle of some alcohol. I wasn't sure I knew its name.

" Are we drinking the whole thing? " I asked, horrified.

" Yes, girl!! It's not even much! " She screamed as she poured us drinks.

The music suddenly died down and all I started hearing were chatters across the room.

She hands me a glass of alcohol and I quickly chunked it down, the contents burning my throat as it went. I shot my eyes tight as the burning sensation ate my throat down.

" Girl! " Laurene screamed a bit. After a little while, I was on my fourth glass. My eyes felt light and rid of it's tiredness and suddenly I couldn't believe I was the same girl in sweatpants at my apartment earlier this night. I felt relieved and the burning sensation suddenly seemed to comfort me in a way.

As I continued to drink, losing count of the number of glasses I took, all that I was thinking about was how I wanted all the pains to go away, how I wished I was some other girl whose life was perfect.

Suddenly, I felt a rumbling sound in my stomach and felt the contents on my neck, lingering there. I felt uneasy and films of sweats sprouted all over my face. I wanted to throw up. I looked beside me and saw Lauren watching me closely, like I was going to run off any time soon.

" Are you okay? " She asked calmly, her voice seeming so distant from me. My lips went into a big smile and she smiled back. " Yeah, that's the stuff kicking in! " She exclaimed, drinking more from her glass.

My head started to spin but I tried not to pay any attention. I needed to throw up.

" Bathroom. . . . " I stammered " I need to use the bathroom "

. . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington . . . . . .

I wanted to hit Carlos across the face for driving us here. I just wanted to have a drink and a quiet time, but he took this whole celebration thing too seriously and now I'm paying for it.

" Put a smile on your face like you wanna be here, dude " he said teasingly as we approached the body guards standing at the entrance of the club house. I wanted to puke. This wasn't a place I'd wanna be.

" I don't wanna be here, Carlos " I groaned at him " you're such a pain in the ass "

" I could be anything just to celebrate myself, " he replied, walking in " now cheer up. You look like a kid whose candy hot snatched by some serial killer in a lonely park "

" You just said that wrong. A serial killer wouldn't snatch a candy from a kid at some lonely park, he'd snatch the kid " I replied, mentally face palming as I walked behind him into the club house.

The room reeked of alcohol and strangely, it bothered me. I was always a drinking person but tonight, I wasn't feeling it. I just wanted to drink but not at some place like this. Somewhere quiet would've done it. Somewhere where I was alone or with someone that I loved.

Caroline. . . . . .

I groaned silently as my mind wandered to her again.

" What can I get for you? " The female bartender behind the saloon asked as soon as we started to sit on the bar that stood in front.

" Martini please, " I'm quick to reply, causing Carlos to give me a knowing look which I ignored. Maybe this was the best place for me to be after all. I could finally get my mind off Caroline even if just for tonight.

I looked behind me as Carlos made his order and just out of the ordinary spotted an object of Interest.

Behind the Pillar that stood at the center of the large room was a woman seated on the red booth couch. She seemed too ordinary and something that should have been less of my concern but somehow, I found myself looking at her, lingering for a while, amazed by the way she kept drinking from the glass, pouring from the bottle in front of her and gulping everything down in one single go.

I don't know if it was the bitterness in her face after gulping everything down her throat that fascinated me or it was how messed up she looked that captured my interest, something that I wouldn't do at any club.

I knew the girls at the club were never the ones to have interest in. They were no good news, not trying to be judgemental but speaking from experience. But there was just something different about this one.

The way she's dressed, the way she constantly waits before drinking the next glass of alcohol, the way she squeezed her face each time the contents burned her throat and yet she still poured herself another glass. I couldn't help wondering what got her drinking so much in one night. She didn't look like a drinker, she definitely wasn't one. So why?

" Yeah she's hot, " Carlos speaks, bringing me back from my deep thoughts. I looked at him to find his eyes watching this strange woman too. I must've zoned out that he had to find the source of my distraction.

Pushing his head forward with my hand, I faced forward myself and grabbed the glass of drink that had been served in front of me. I took a sip, just in time for Caroline to occupy my mind again.

I knew I'd never heal from that day. The day she not only scarred my heart but killed my soul. Why was it so hard to get rid of her? Why couldn't I just love someone else?

The thought of the woman getting wasted across the room crossed my mind immediately and I slowly angled my face to the side in a way that I was seeing her through the corners of my eyes while I was still facing forward, without Carlos noticing.

She's saying something to her friend who's seated next to her now. Then she smiled. A charming, beautiful smile. One of the truest I've seen in a very long while.

" Are you even listening to me? " Carlo's voice broke through like a sharp knife again and I quickly looked at him even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. Watching that woman has suddenly become so fascinating, it even served my purpose of being here tonight more than the glass of drink in my hand.

" I said I think I'm starting to like that commercial girl who boosted our profit! " Carlos said annoyingly.

I laughed slowly, and replied " I don't even know what she looks like, Man "

" Yeah right, you never watched that commercial anyway " he replied, placing his glass over his lips to drink. I took the opportunity to glance back at the woman again but I found her walking towards me, her legs staggering underneath her. She was drunk, no doubt.

I watched her as she closed in on me and finally got a better view of her. She was tall and slim, the dress she wore doing valid justice to her body type, her hair scattered in an irregular way but still she looked beautiful. There's black ink scattered above her lashes which were either as a result of washed mascara or some other make up unknown to me. Her bottom heavy lips pouted as she neared me.

She looked beautiful and I wanted to hate myself for even noticing that at a time like this. She was drunk and if I kept thinking about how beautiful and sexy she looked tonight, I may end up taking advantage of her.

She stops at the bar table, her hand placed effortlessly over the counter, her head bent over and her hair sprawled over the table. I was starting to feel concerned. She didn't look okay. Was this her first time drinking?

Before I could get a word together, she was looking at me, a small smile spreading over her lips. The sight causes my heart to skip a beat for a moment, leaving me wondering how possible it was for a drunk woman to still look so beautiful, and even more beautiful.

She started rising up but what happened next completely took me by surprise. It happened so fast that the first and last thing I heard was her having a hiccup and throwing up all over me.

I thought I'd be mad but I wasn't. I was just taken by surprise and all I did was sit there and listen to Carlos scream behind me.

" Oh my God, Tiffany! " I heard a female voice calling her from behind me, just in time for her to start falling over me. I quickly rose to my feet and held her up to prevent her from falling onto her vomit. She seemed to have passed out immediately even though she stirred a couple of times in my arms.

" Oh my God, I'm so sorry! " Her friend pleads as she stops before us, a horrified expression on her face.

She reeked of alcohol, too heavy for anyone to be around her but somehow, I managed.

Everyone in the room seemed to stop what they were doing only to gasp and whisper to each other. It was indeed an interesting scene to watch.

I just stood there, Carlo's voice fading from the background as he continued to scream.

I just couldn't stop my heart from racing inside my rib cage.