Her Baby's Daddy

Chapter 1

Her lithe body clung to the pole as she gracefully danced around it, each movement a testament to her years of practice and dedication. Kimberly could feel the intensity of the many hungry lustful eyes watching her every move.

The neon lights of the club highlighted the sheen of sweat on her skin, accentuating the contours of her toned physique.

She was acutely aware of the desire in the eyes of the men—both married and single—glued to her every sway and spin. As she ascended and descended the pole with effortless precision, dollar bills rained down, a testament to her captivating performance.

The rhythmic music pulsed through her veins, guiding her movements as she spun around the pole, her hair whipping through the air. She glanced over her shoulder, taking in the captivated audience, but then, she felt it—a gaze that pierced through the sea of faces.

The intensity of his stare startled her, almost causing her to falter. However, her seasoned reflexes kicked in, and she smoothly transitioned into her next move, avoiding any sign of a misstep. Years of expertise had taught her how to handle even the most unnerving moments with grace and poise.

After dancing for a while, the music stopped, signaling her cue to leave the stage. Glancing back to where she had seen the stranger, she noticed the chair was now empty. Shrugging off the encounter, she made her way to the changing room, nodding in response to greetings from colleagues.

Entering the changing room, she spotted Ms. Chalad talking to some of the other girls. As soon as Kimberly closed the door, Ms. Chalad's gaze shifted towards her.

"Kimberly, my dear, that was a lovely performance out there," Ms. Chalad gushed, leaving the group to approach her.

"Thank you, Ms. Chalad," Kimberly replied, heading towards her locker to change.

"I know you said no before, but someone booked you for a home service," Ms. Chalad said, following Kimberly.

"I don't do home service," Kimberly replied, momentarily leaving the dress she was pulling out to face Ms. Chalad. "And it was in my contract that the club can't accept home service on my behalf." She further added before turning back to the locked as she resumed pulling her dress. When she started at 'Prestige Club' four years ago—a club renowned in Thadus for its wealthy client—she made it clear she wouldn't do home services, no matter the offer.

"But this one is willing to pay any amount for you to dance for him," Ms. Chalad persisted. She had been surprised when Damian Lillard had walked into her office few minutes ago requesting for the home service of the dancer he had seen at the club, even when she had told him that Kimberly wasn't interested in home service he had made it know to her that he is willing to pay any amount, so here she is trying to convince Kimberly to be interested.

"I'm not doing it, Ms. Chalad," Kimberly replied firmly.

"Just think about it. Oh, and drop by for your tip later. We had a good night," Ms. Chalad said with a smile, waving goodbye to the girls before leaving the room.

As soon as Ms. Chalad left the room, Kimberly meticulously adjusted the fall of her dress, her curiosity piqued by the hushed conversation among the other girls.

"Did you see that man at the club earlier?" Eliana inquired, turning to the girl next to her who was meticulously preparing for her shift.

"Yes, I think it was his first time at the club because I haven't seen him here before," Jess responded, carefully selecting her attire for the evening.

"I also think he's the one who booked Kimberly's service," Eliana added nonchalantly.

Frozen in the midst of adjusting her dress, Kimberly absorbed the revelation. They were clearly discussing the stranger she had spotted earlier. The realization left her puzzled. Why would he have specifically requested her services? She wondered, deep in thought.

Just as she was lost in thought, another of her colleague, Aliana was glaring at her, she had always hated how Kimberly carried herself as if she was bigger than all of them whereas she had been their even before she came.

She had had her eyes set on the stranger that had visited the club earlier but to think he had requested for Kimberly's service, she thought spitefully as she continued glaring at Kimberly.

Kimberly, oblivious to the curious stares she was receiving, closed the door of her locker after she had gotten dressed and made her way down the hallway to Ms. Chalad's office. She gently knocked on the door before entering, and found Ms. Chalad engaged in a conversation with one of the older girls.

"Okay, we will talk more about that later," Ms. Chalad said to the girl, who then excused herself and walked out of the office.

"Hello, Kim. Are you ready to leave?" Ms. Chalad asked with a warm smile as she turned her attention to Kimberly.

"Yes, Ms. Chalad," Kimberly replied.

As Kimberly stood in front of Ms. Chalad's desk, Ms. Chalad opened the drawer and took out some dollar bills, then handed them to Kimberly.

"Thank you, Ms. Chalad," Kimberly said, resisting the urge to count the bills. She hoped the money would be enough to make a significant p*****t towards her student loans. As she turned to leave, Ms. Chalad's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"And think about the home service. I know you're in need of cash, and this could really help you out," Ms. Chalad said.

Without replying, Kimberly left the office.

As she stepped outside the bustling club, a gust of chill September wind greeted her, prompting her to wrap her sweater snugly around herself. The transition from summer to autumn in Thadus was unmistakable, as the night air grew cooler.

Heading left onto her street, she made her way through the dimly lit alleyway, her mind preoccupied with the suggestion Ms. Chalad had made.

Meanwhile, Damian sat in his car, fixated on the pole dancer making her way down the street. He couldn't quite place what it was about her that captivated him, but he was consumed by a desire to know more about her. Little did he expect to be so drawn to a pole dancer on his very first day at the club.

He continued to watch her until she turned a corner, resisting the impulse to follow her.

"Find out everything you can about her," he instructed his secretary, who was seated next to him.

"Of course, Sir," his secretary, Peter, responded, fully aware of exactly whom his boss was referring to.

Relaxing back into his seat, Damian directed the driver to head home, already resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the mysterious woman who had captured his attention.