Billionaire Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 5: Pass out in His Arms

MASON POV:

*nighttime at XX Bar*

Sitting on a sofa in the VIP lounge I try to focus on the conversation。

“You’ll never believe the ugly duckling Mason hired today, like can you say old lady?” Archer complains to Derek who just laughs.

“Can't have your reputation as the most beautiful department be tainted, can you?” He jests with a roll of his eyes.

“Hey, they don’t call me the most eligible bachelor of L.A. for a reason, my beauty is as notorious as my name,” Archer states as he downs the last of his whiskey glass before pouring another.

“You should be a model like Ms. Fiona, you vain creatures would make a great pair,” Derek chides trying to gain my attention by mentioning her name as Archer nods with laughter.

“Oh, if only she wasn’t already spoken for, I’d do so!” Archer replies. But I still don’t respond to their jabbering. Instead, my eyes are trained on a strange creature in a pant suit awkwardly grooving on the dance floor. Her movements are hilariously awkward, even managing to accidentally slap someone in the face, prompting her to pause and apologize before immersing herself back into her own dance.

I have to admit, she has me laughing.

After the music pauses, I see her sit down, gently swaying her glass and taking a sip of her drink. She strangely attracts my gaze, just like the gravitational pull between magnets. This feeling reminds me of that girl again. I remember her name, Abigail Winchester. Winchester is the surname I despise, but her name is as lovely as she is. She’s wearing a conservative business attire with black-framed glasses. Yet, her inner self seems far from as rigid as her appearance suggests. I have the feeling that she’s an interesting girl, and we could have an engaging conversation, if it were to happen.

This attraction makes me feel both distant and captivated, even making me want to get closer to her.

The boys notice my stares and follow my gaze, trying to see what prey I have in mind for tonight. Archer whistles and makes eyes at me before he speaks.

“Look at the hottie next to that hot mess down there. I think I'll go say hi, see if the hottie will ditch her loser friend.” Archer stalks downstairs from VIP to go to the girls as he drinks from his full whiskey glass.

“Mason, all jokes aside, are you really serious about marrying Fiona? I mean she’s pretty but you don’t want to have s*x with her, or anything sexual.” Derek has confusion in his eyes.

He doesn’t understand why I insist on marrying her.

“It doesn’t matter,” I state coldly, my eyes focusing back downstairs. I mean it’s a promise I made 5 years ago.

*Flash back 5 years ago*

Slamming the door closed behind me I hear a couple set of feet run past. I try to catch my breath as I look around the dark room to take in my surroundings. It seems I have made my way into one of the bedrooms of the Winchester house, far from the party. Luck is on my side, I'll be able to hide out in here for a bit undetected. Looking to my left I see an iced drink and dying from thirst reach over and guzzle it down.

“Who’s there?” I hear a small voice sniffle.

Glancing around I notice a beautiful girl before me in the dim light, her pale skin glowing. My heart throbs and it's as if I’m overcome by a beast at her presence. I feel dizzy and wonder what I might have just consumed.

I stagger over before I touch her face.

“Shhh, why are you crying?” I ask as I take the beauty’s face into both my hands, unable to control myself. Her features are hard to see but her blue eyes shine in the pale moon light.

“I-I don’t know, I feel weird.” she says, her eyes hazy, cheeks flushed. One sleeve has slipped off her shoulder, revealing the shape of her ample bosom, sending a surge of excitement through me. She looks at me innocently yet longingly, and my d**k starts to get hard, gradually engorging with blood. The room is filled with our heated breaths. As if the world pulls us together the next thing I know my lips are on hers, taking her in starving for her touch.

Her moan of pleasure makes my mind go crazy and one thing leads to the next I have her slender frame onto the bed she was kneeling by. I part her legs directly, pulling her towards me. My hands tear at her dress in desperation as we break apart to pant.

“Wait, I’m not ready, it's my first time,” she says but I ignore her pleads completely. My body moving on instinct. The room sways and my vision blurs as I take her mouth in mine again before slipping a hand up her thigh, removing her panties. Her whimpers are silenced by my hungry lips as I unbutton my pants. My member hard and erect.

“I’m sorry but I have to.” pushing inside her. Soon her whimpers turn to erotic moans, and she grabs hold of me in desperation as well. Our bodies are lost in ecstasy. My mind fades in and out of focus as the night continues, all I’m aware of is the pleasure I’m feeling from the body beneath me.

Drenched in sweat and out of breath, I get my pants pulled up and sneak out the window to make my way home. The next day I woke up with a splitting headache and the sense that I did something unspeakable. I remember fragments but not the full story. I remember having my way with a girl but who? I do remember the Winchester house was where it happened, so I have Wayne investigate. When he returned with an answer I was asked to meet up. When I saw the girl again my heart no longer throbbed or felt the attraction of the night prior. It must have been the drugs, I guess.

My thoughts come back to the present when I hear Derek groan.

“Oh man, there he goes,” he says with a point in the direction of the girl I had been stalking.

Archer approaches those two girls, and I see him starting his unique flirtation. But how could I let him go alone when that girl is there? Her drunkness gently stirs my heart like a cat's paw, making me irresistibly fascinated by her. I pick up my glass and finish it in one gulp, then get up and follow after him.

ABIGAIL POV:

“Giulia, should I really drink this?” I ask skeptically, staring at the bright red wine in my hand. I may be a mother and have experienced so many things abroad, but I’ve never really drank alcohol other than a sip here and there for toasts.

“Just drink it and relax girl!” Giuliana replies as she takes a sip of her own wine and, using her free hand, tips my glass towards my face. Taking a sip, I realized it was extremely sweet. I quickly finished the glass in several large gulps.

“See?” She giggles as she finishes her own glass as well and orders us two more.

As I grab the second glass from the bartender, I notice there are a few eyes trained on us and I can't help but feel uneasy.

“Hey, are we being stared at?” I ask, subconsciously worried about my appearance. Giulia looks around and shrugs her shoulders, not a care in the world.

“They are probably trying to figure out why a frumpy old lady is drinking with a hottie like me. I mean this is the hottest club in L.A. and only the elite can get in.” She winks, poking fun because I refused to change out of my stuffy office clothes while she wore a skintight mini dress that molded perfectly to fit her slender, model-like frame. Her long tan legs and caramel colored hair make the white dress pop. She is simply breath-taking.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I say with a dismissive wave of my hand. She might get away with clothes like that but I’m a mother. I have no reason to flaunt my body for men to ogle at. Sure, under my clothes I’m just as stunning, with my soft curved hips, tight stomach, and large breasts, but I’ve always been more conservative in my outfits.

Giulia takes my hand, and we go to the dance floor, moving to the hypnotic rhythm of the music until we are tired and have to sit down and catch our breath. I order another glass of wine which makes Giulia giggle.

“Slow down girl, wine hits you all at once.” She warns me as I down my third glass like its juice.

“I think they are giving me juice. I don’t feel anything,” I say as I order my fourth glass and swirl it around, entranced by the dark red liquid.

“May I have this seat?” A voice cut in.

But nobody responds to him. I place my hot face on the cold table and Giulia hands me the water, but the man’s pick-up voice becomes louder.

“Excuse me cutie but do you know who I am? You should be grateful for me even coming up to you. Especially with that drunk old lady next to you.”

He’s really annoying. I hop up from my chair and stare at him. “Excuse me? Who are you calling old? I’m only 23 for your information pretty boy!”.

“Oh s**t, it’s the ugly duckling! I totally didn’t expect to see you here.” the man is murmuring about something in surprise. I shake my head but still can’t see his face, but I have a feeling that I’ve heard his voice somewhere. He’s like the interviewer in the morning, such a pain in the ass!

“Ugly duckling?” I repeat, and a fire lit in my eyes. I sway forward before grabbing him by the collar and shakes him slightly.

“You think I want to be here looking like this, pretty boy. Do you think I want to be mistaken for an old lady? f**k you dude get out of my face!”

“Get off me you crazy lady,” he says as he pushes me away. I stumble backwards and should have hit the ground but instead I smack into a tall figure behind me.

“Who’s this?”

I look up and meet a pair of deep green eyes. He lowers his head to look at me, and our gazes connect perfectly. His green eyes remind me of summer forests. Despite the calmness in his eyes, I unexpectedly feel the heat behind his gaze. His warm hand gently supports my waist, displaying a polite and restrained gesture. His gentlemen behavior is totally different from flirtation. With his help, I stand up but suddenly don't know what to say.

"Thank you... you."

My mind is messed up by alcohol. Amidst the chaotic lights, I vaguely see him smile at me. He turns to Giulia and asks, "She doesn't recognize me?"

Giulia giggled, as if I’m embarrassing myself.

"Hey, long time no see. We met at the council meeting,But we're leaving, bye." Giulia takes my arm and tries to lead me away. But my blurry vision once again focuses on the man with green eyes because I notice he has been watching me. He feels familiar, I mean, he looks like that man, the one who got me pregnant and kicked out of the house.

I walk over and punch his chest with my fists. I think my weak punches are blocked by his firm muscles. The heat of alcohol makes my head heavy. He chuckles and holds me to steady myself.

"You ARE passionate, very impressive," he says, his breath making me even dizzier. I am almost about to collapse into his arm.

His solid and elastic muscles feel like a natural mattress, and his exposed chest carries a strong scent of sage. I breathe in his aroma, finding it increasingly irresistible, and I somewhat even want to sleep peacefully there. He bends down and carries me, allowing me to sleep more soundly in his arms.

"Look like you have the same feeling as me..." he’s whispering about something.

"What?" I murmur, adjusting myself to a more comfortable position.

"Some girl won't make it to work on time tomorrow. Anyone care to make a bet?" he whispers to my ear, his devilish smile leaving me dumbfounded.

I can feel my ears turning red and burning with heat as I become increasingly restless. Before I can utter a word of refusal, I can't help but lift my head to look at him.

Oh, he has a pair of gem-like green eyes that draw me in like a deadly black hole.

In the next second, his nose touches mine, sending a thrilling surge of electricity through my skin, causing every hair on my body to stand on end.

My consciousness becomes hazy, yet I become addicted to his breath. And then, almost involuntarily, I reach out and hook my hand around his neck...