The Playboy's Baby Mama

1. DRINKS

Rhea sat alone at the bar, sipping on her alcoholic drink, she was very bored and lonely, since one of her best friends got married and the other was now in California.

She was looking for some excitement, her life was boring and plain, following a bloody schedule. Rhea was tired of that, she wanted something more.

As she sat thinking about her depressing, boring life. She was wearing a short, red dress, which showed her creamy thighs and long legs, with a plunging neckline.

She had coupled the daring dress with a pair of gold stilettos. Her usually brown straight hair was dyed blonde and was now curly, falling to her back. Her brown eyes were lined with black eyeliner, making her eyes seem to pop out.

She tapped her feet to the loud music as she sat at the barstool, staring at the bartender, who looked Jamaican with his long dreadlocks. The club was in full force as the music blared loudly from the speakers, the building seemed to vibrate with the noise.

It was already dark and the only source of light was the red hue that lit the club.

There were people everywhere, some already plastered, most well on their way to getting drunk. They were all moving their bodies, gyrating to the sound of the music.

Rhea scanned the entire bar, she had the plan of having fun, but she just ended up staring at everyone in the club.

She could see different people, she glanced at each and every one of them. One particular chocolate-skinned girl who was in a black leather skirt and leather jacket reminded Rhea of RM.

RM short for Rosemary was Rhea's best friend, she loved all things leather and hated flowery dresses and heels. She was completely different from Rhea; Rhea missed her friend.

RM had moved to California a few weeks back since she had gotten a job there. It had always been RM's dream to get away from her parents, since they were very confining.

RM wasn't Rhea's only close friend, her other friend was Rory, short for Aurora. They used to be very close, they had met in high school. Rhea had just moved to a new neighborhood and had just started the new school.

Rory befriended Rhea just to piss her father off, since their fathers were business rivals, but they had become closer with time. Rory was the sister she never had.

Rhea joined their clique back at high school, and was the third and last member, since RM and Rory were already friends. But Rhea was feeling very lonely since Rory just got married to her childhood friend.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered how Rory moaned and complained about her new husband. Tory denied being in love with her husband Nate, but Rhea knew that they would have a happily ever after, she was sure of it.

"What is making such a beautiful lady smile," A smooth, sexy voice said, jolting her out of her thoughts.

She turned to see the most handsome man she had ever placed her eyes on in her entire lifetime. He looked kind of familiar, but Rhea was sure if she had ever seen the Greek god before, she would have never forgotten his face.

His skin was white, but with a tone to it, and Rhea wondered if it would taste as good as it looked, a mop of black hair atop his head, with a face too gorgeous to be a male's. His light blue eyes shone on his face, surrounded by long lashes that Rhea was already jealous of.

His face structure looked like it was sculpted by the gods, with perfect cheekbones and a long, straight nose. She could imagine him running his nose along her neck, or along her thighs.

And his lips, a light pink perfection, shaped like a Cupid bow, she saw him bring out his pink tongue and run it over his lips as his stare ran hot over her. She could feel moisture pool into her panties, just staring at him made her wet.

She could imagine that pink tongue of his, doing wonderful things to her, she stifled a moan at the thought.

As she glanced down at his body, she noticed that he was fit. He was lean and long, yet with muscles in the right places, he had long limbs and fingers, something that Rhea had always loved in men.

He was wearing a black silk shirt with black cotton trousers, he looked like he belonged in an office and certainly not in a bar.

"Enjoying the view doll?" The handsome god-like man said, in his panty-dropping voice, and Rhea almost melted in her chair. He had moved close to her, too close.

His breath was hot on her ear and she was basically breathing the same air with him. She felt all hot and bothered, the air in the bar suddenly became too stuffy.

"Huh." Was the only dumb response that could come out of her mouth. She wasn't even sure if her brain was still attached to her body.

She stared at his perfect face as she breathed in his manly cologne and she did something that she didn't think she could ever do. Something that she might come to regret after a while, she closed the space between them and smashed her lips unto his.

Rhea didn't know if it was the alcohol that was giving her all the courage, or if it was simply the fact that she just needed to escape, but she didn't care, kissing him felt like eating the forbidden fruit so sweet and so addicting.

As she took him unaware, she was in control of the kiss, but just for a while. He quickly took over and started dominating, his long fingers which she had noticed, grasped at her now golden hair, angling her neck to take the kiss deeper.

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The obviously unnatural blonde took Jason by surprise as she pressed her lips to his, he had certainly not expected her to do that.

He had just return from Paris where he had a modelling gig and was in need of a good f**k. He was hoping to pick up Brittany, one of his regular f**k buddies from the bar, but Brittany wasn't on shift. Jason knew that if he called her she would be there in a bit, but he decided not to, she was already getting too clingy and he wanted to get rid of her.

He was scanning the bar for a suitable replacement and hopefully a new f**k buddy, when his eyes landed on little miss red.

She looked so out of place in the bar. It wasn't that she didn't look the part in her short red dress and f**k me heels.

It was the fact that her eyes kept darting around like she expected someone to throw her out. She was also dragging at the hem of her dress in an attempt to make it longer, though Jason didn't understand why on earth she would want to cover those beautiful long creamy thighs.

He walked towards her, her innocent like aura drawing him in, as he walked closer to her. He could make out some of the details of her face through the dim light of the club.

Her big dark brown eyes, her cute button nose and her sexy as hell lips, he could vaguely see her lips turn up in a smile, she hadn't even noticed him yet.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why the f**k am I staring at a stranger like a love sick fool? Jason thought to himself. He was starting to seem like a stalker and so he talked to her.

He asked her the reason for her smile, and her eyes jolted up to meet him, Jason knew that the attraction was very much mutual.

She took her time to check him out, and Jason couldn't help but seem smug at the fact. His eyes wondered to her two creamy moulds, that were barely covered by the red dress she was wearing, they were a C cup at least.

He could imagine them filling his palms as he delivered his sweet torture on them.

He asked if she was done checking him out, pulling himself closer to her. It was as though she had pinned him with a hook and she was dragging him closer and closer, he could hear her breath hitch.

He could tell she was aroused. He knew very well that she liked what she saw, well every woman did, he could see her make a barely audible response and he smirked at her cuteness.

And then she did something that he never expected, she pushed herself to him, and smashed those sexy lips of hers on his.

He was shocked and taken unaware, so much so that for the first few seconds, he didn't respond, she was taking control of the kiss, gliding her lips over his.

And then he put his fingers into her long silky hair, pushing her head back to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue further into her mouth.

She made small mewling sounds that made his c**k twitch, as she rubbed her body on his. He could feel her pebbled n*****s through the silk of his shirt.

He could feel her fingers go into his hair, tugging on his short curls. By then he was f*****g her mouth with his tongue and his hand had made it to the front of her dress, rapidly flicking her hard n****e, his other hand was already making his way under her dress and she was grinding in it.

Jason knew that if they didn't stop now, he would end up f*****g her inside the club, not that he minded a bit of exhibition and not that anyone would even notice, but he wasn't sure little miss red would like it.

And so Jason removed his hand from under her dress, albeit begrudgingly, and tore his mouth from hers. Laying little kisses on his neck, he whispered to her, "Let's get out of here."

Little miss red, stood up immediately and followed him out of the club. He immediately hailed a cab, and they continued their intense make out session inside.

By the unexpected kiss Jason had figured she knew who he was, and probably had fantasies about f*****g him or something, but as the night went on. He figured he could be wrong.

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Immediately they got to the stranger's condo in Manhattan, they didn't waste any more time in ripping each other's clothes off their bodies, each one of them desperate for a touch of bare flesh.

"God you look sexy," Jason said to her, only breaking from the kiss to stare at her. She was only clad in her favorite, red lacy lingerie, which she bought from Victoria's Secret.

Rhea was so glad she wore them as she saw the look, it elicited from the hot Greek god.

He didn't wait for her reply as he pressed his lips once again on hers, thrusting his very hard p***s against her barely clad form. The only material preventing them from joining was her flimsy panties and his boxers, the friction made her see stars.

"God that feels so good," she moaned out loud, his mouth had left hers and was latched on to the point where her shoulders met her neck, teasing and sucking and loving.

"Not God baby, just Jason," he said.

Jason.

Even his name sounded phenomenal, before she could think of anything more his mouth latched on to her puckered bud, suckling it through the lacy material of her bra, and as she felt his hot, wet breath on her breast. She couldn't simply have any reasonable thought.

And for the rest of the night, he made her scream like never before, his name never left her lips.