The Playboy's Baby Mama

3. MOVING ON

I. MOVING ON

"Where have you been?"

"I have been calling you all day."

"You left the house for two days without informing us."

"I was worried about you."

Those were the first things that Rhea heard as she got to the house that afternoon.

Her brothers began bombarding her with such questions and truth be told, she didn't have the strength to even choke out an answer for them; she felt weak and tired.

"I don't want to talk about it," Rhea said, pushing her annoying elder brother, away from the spot where stood by the door, Theodore looked at her with knowing eyes and left his spot in front of her, allowing her to space.

If he hadn't moved from that spot, there was no way Rhea would have been able to force him, Theodore Robinson, the third born and second son, was so muscular that his appearance screamed steroids, his hair was shaved closed to his scalp.

He was also six foot tall and had the most murderous glare, he looked nothing like his twenty years; opposing his scary looks, he was actually a big ole teddy bear, he was the brother Rhea was closest too and she called him Teddy.

"Seriously Rhea, you go out, don't tell anyone, disappear from the face of the earth for two days and don't pick anyone's calls for two days and you don't want to talk about it," Sebastian Robinson said and Rhea felt like turning back and throwing her heels at him.

Sebastian was the second child and first son of the Robinson clan, the closest to Rhea's own twenty two years, Rhea was ten months older than Seb and Rhea loved to rub in his face.

Seb was her least favorite brother, as they were always competing over everything and because Seb was so sexist, thinking that women couldn't do anything.

Rhea knew that all his talk of care was just to annoy her, at least she thought it was.

"Mind your business Seb," Rhea said, turning back and pointing her heel at his annoying self. Physically Seb looked nothing like Teddy, he had none of his muscles, none of the rugged charm and just a little of the height.

Sebastian was lanky and tall, and always had his signature thick rimmed glasses on. Where Teddy had his murderous glare, Seb had his serious look, which made him look more of forty than almost twenty two.

Teddy gave Seb a murderous glare, warning him to leave Rhea be. He was wearing a too tight black T-shirt, which showed all his manly biceps and outlined his abs.

It also showed the tattoos he had on his arm, as opposed to Seb, who was in an oversized suit, the man lacked a fashion sense.

"Calm down sis, we will walk you to your room," Brian, one of the twins said, referring to himself and his twin, Max.

"Sure," Rhea said and reluctantly turned back, making her way up the stairs and to her bedroom.

Brian and Max were the youngest of the Robinson clan, both aged seventeen. They were as identical as their names, which meant not at all.

Brian had a bit of fat on him and was cute and chubby, with rosy cheeks that he never outgrew, but he had the height that all the Robinson men seemed to possess with the most beautiful brown eyes.

Max was the troublesome twin, the one that felt he was God's gift to women. He was tall and unlike his brother he didn't have one ounce of fat, but as different as the twins were, they were also very close.

No one dared to bully Brian when Max was there, and Max was always there.

"You shouldn't mind Seb, he could be an ass sometimes, but he was actually worried about you, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone," Brian said, out of the twins, Brian was the most talkative, Max had that brooding teenager thing going on.

"Are you okay Rhea?" Brian asked truthfully, it was clear that he could see that something was seriously wrong with her.

"I'm fine," Rhea said and went into her room, locking the door behind her, not wanting human company any more.

Rhea looked around her room, it was painted cream. It was a simple colour and as girly as it could be. In a house of four boys, Rhea had somehow managed to be a girly girl.

It helped that her father adored her and did whatever she wanted. She could remember her big business man of a father, sitting and having a doll tea party with her.

It was something she loved about her father, how flexible he was. He enjoyed spending time with them all, and he was a wonderful father.

Rhea dropped her overnight bag on her perfectly made bed, dropping her heels on the ground and not even bothering to take off her clothes. She plopped on the bed and proceeded to sleep away her Sunday.

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Beginning the next day, Rhea pushed herself into her work, working and working and working, all in hopes of forgetting the Greek god. She had tried to make herself not to feel guilty, by telling herself that she didn't know about the fiancée and she didn't.

Over the weeks, her guilt morphed into hatred for the Greek god and all men like him. Though Rhea claimed to hate him, she couldn't forget him, wherever the name Jason was called a whole lot of emotions were opened.

And for quite a while, Rhea thought she was going crazy, she began seeing his face on billboards and on magazines. She kept on hearing his name and she was going crazy.

Rhea sighted Jason's face on a magazine as she walked into her father's company on a Monday morning.

She was wearing a navy blue pantsuit and had washed out the blonde dye and cut her hair into a small bob, giving her an office look.

"OMG, Jason Whyte is looking so hot on this edition of The Handsome," Gianna, the receptionist said, gushing over Jason's picture and Rhea froze. She literally felt every bone in her body freeze.

She took a deep breath, she thought she was probably hearing things.

"Jason is so handsome, I wish I could have one night with him," Gianna continued, putting her hand on her cheek, a dreamy look on her face. Gianna was a young girl, even younger than Rhea was, with a small pixie like body and a cute smile.

"Oh please, as if he would sleep with you, he might be a Playboy but he wouldn't stoop that low," Tricia, one of the secretaries said. Tricia was one of those blonde hotshots, only that she wasn't blonde. She had a head full of black hair and clear white skin, she was beautiful and she knew it, so much so that she felt no one else was.

"I am sure that Jason would definitely marry me," Tricia said, none of them had seen her and so Rhea decided to make herself known.

"Isn't Jason engaged?" Rhea asked, she wanted to know if it was Jason, the one she had slept with, she wanted to know if she had been imagining things.

"Ms. Robinson, Good morning Ma'am," they both said, looking a bit guilty. On a normal day she would have scolded the both of them for gossiping during work hours.

But Rhea wasn't interested in doing any of that, that was the farthest thing from her mind.

"Forget that, isn't Jason Whyte engaged?" Rhea asked again, she needed to know if she was going crazy or not.

"Engaged?" Tricia asked laughing and Gianna even joined laughing.

"Jason Whyte is Playboy personified. He is one of those bachelors that never get married," Tricia said laughing, and she got real comfortable quickly.

"Can I see a picture of this Jason Whyte?" Rhea asked and they both looked at her as though she just grew another head.

"You don't know what Jason Whyte looks like?" Tricia asked, almost screaming, they were pretty lucky that the morning rush was over and just a few people were in the lobby, Rhea had resumed work very late.

"Well, should I?" Rhea asked, shrugging, hoping and praying that Jason Whyte was the Jason, the one she spent a night with a few weeks ago.

"Of course you should, he is only the most handsome model on the planet," Gianna said.

"Here, take a look," Tricia said, pushing the magazine into her hand, and lo and behold, it was the picture of Jason that she had been staring at from the lobby.

The handsome devil was shirtless, modelling a pair of boxers, making him look even more mouth watering, the fact that she had seen everything beneath his only piece of clothing, didn't make him less appealing, it made him even more.

"He is actually a new face, he was an international model and just started modelling in New York, so his face is now everywhere," Tricia said and suddenly everything became clearer to her. She wasn't getting crazy, everyone could see the pictures she saw. The reason she hadn't seen his pictures before was because they weren't there.

But something still wasn't clear, if he wasn't engaged then who was the woman that claimed to be his fiancée?

"So this guy isn't engaged?" Rhea asked again, to be clear.

"No, he isn't," Gianna said.

After that experience, Rhea googled Jason Whyte, her search that brought up several pictures of him, with several women. All looking seductive, sometimes even more than one woman.

By the end of her search, she found out he lived in New York, but was constantly travelling to other countries, especially in Europe. Her search had only shown how unsuitable they were for each other, they would probably never see each other. He might not have a fiancée, but there was no way he would be with her.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself that he was bad for her, that he would have used her and dumped her, that he was a Playboy, that she didn't need him, it didn't work out, she still dreamt of him and their one night together.

She pushed herself further into her work, anything in order to forget him. She pushed herself, stayed overnight, took on numerous projects and did more and more. When her father asked what she was running from, she just smiled and told him, he was imagining things.

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The one night stand, affected Jason more than he let anyone know, even himself.

He had unconsciously searched for her, day after day, he would go back to the club in hopes of running into her, but day after day he was disappointed.

After Brittany had given him the b*****b that night, she promptly broke up with her. Dhhe was becoming way too clingy and after little miss red, he simply couldn't f**k her anymore.

He didn't have any issue in f*****g any other woman though.

Truth be told, Jason didn't even know why he was searching for little miss red, he had no idea what he was going to tell her if he ever saw her. It didn't help that he didn't know her name, or even the real color of her hair, but he knew he had to f**k her again.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and Jason never found little miss red. He focused on his job and expanding his modelling, even his agent was surprised by how serious he was. He worked and tried to get his mind off her, it didn't work.

And even after then he found himself drawn to caramel skinned, fake blondes in bright red dresses.

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Rhea met Richard during a business seminar she attended in California. He was nice, funny, they shared goals, he had a stable job, all in all, he was safe, all Rhea ever wanted but after that encounter she couldn't get her mind off Jason. Weird enough, Richard was white, she had never thought that she would be so interested in white men until after Jason, it seemed as though he had done something to her.

Richard was her rebound, she didn't tell anyone about it, because it wasn't serious, she knew she didn't love him. There was barely any attraction. When he first kissed her, it was soft and sweet and she kept on comparing it with when Jason kissed her, the fire wasn't there.

Though Rhea didn't love him, Richard definitely loved Rhea. He showered her with love, said the sweetest things, bought the most thoughtful gifts, making her smile and Rhea loved being loved.

And she was happy, and as the months went that love began to wear off on her. She began to think of all the reasons why she should be with Richard. She tried to think of all the viable reasons why she should be with him, she started to open her heart to him, she wanted to love him. It was a reasonable thing to do, but she just couldn't teach her heart.

She loved how Richard didn’t pressure her, how he took things slow. She met his parents during Thanksgiving and she was relieved that he didn't feel pressured to meet her. She wasn't sure yet, she had no idea what to do, she knew that what she felt for Jason was far more than what she felt for Richard.

In March, nine months after she saw Jason, Richard proposed to her. He bent on his knee in the middle of the Italian restaurant where they were having a dinner date. She accepted the ring not wanting to disgrace him in front of a crowd, but later told him in the car that she had to think about it.

She wondered how a man that had never met any of her friends would want to marry her, but he seemed to love her. He told her to keep the ring and wear it whenever she was ready, the thing was she didn't think she would ever be ready.