A Father For My Baby

“The dress is too tight.” She muttered under her breath. Jenny Mcdonald stood in front of the mirror as she stared at her reflection. She wore a blue silk dress, that clung to her body like a second skin. The dress was short and skimpy exposing a bit of sher chest area and her thighs. Jenny wasn't comfortable, one bit with this type of dress. She hated that it revealed her so much. Jessica, her step sister, had insisted on it and also insisted she join her to party tonight. Parties wasn't Jenny's strong suit or her hobbies, far from it. But, still she gave in, she always gave in to Jessica's charm. Her long curls spilled over her shoulders, cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink, her blue eyes searching the mirror for someone she barely recognized. She wasn’t the girl who went to parties. She wasn’t the girl who drew attention. She never liked it. But tonight, Jessica insisted and promised, she'd be almost as a ghost. “You need to loosen up,” Jessica said, lips curling into a smile, that rarely meant anything good. “It’s just a party… Jenny. Live a little.” Live a little. Jenny scoffed under her breath as she slid on her heels. She knew Jessica all to well. They might be step sisters and pretend to be close, but that wasn't the case. They didn't like each other, not one bit. Jenny knew Jessica wouldn't hesitate to throw her under the bus, if the chance arrived. Jenny knew this, yet she could only smile back at Jessica. Living a little wasn’t a luxury she could afford. Not when every breath she took was shadowed by the promise she made to her dying father… to obey Violet, her step mother, to be a good daughter, to keep the peace. Even when peace came at the cost of her pride. Jenny could still remember that day, still fresh in her mind. The day she lost the only parent she had left. She remembered her father's pale face as he laid on his sick bed. His cold hands as he gently placed it on hers. And his weak voice as he spoke out those promises. And whether Jenny liked them or not. She had to keep to that promise, not for anything else, but for her father's sake. The ride to the party was loud and fast. Jessica drove like she lived.. reckless, wild, and free. The direct opposite of Jenny. The music thundered through the car speakers as they drove, drifting past cars for fun. “Whoa!!” Jessica squealed, her arms flaying in the air. It didn't take long before they arrived at the venue. As they stepped into the party, it felt like stepping into a different world. The room was literally bouncing with the loud drum of music. The air in the room reeked of alcohol and sweat. Jenny clutched her purse tightly as she followed Jessica through the crowd, brushing past strangers. “I’ll get us drinks,” Jessica shouted over the music. Jenny nodded. And then Jessica stepped away leaving her to herself. ————— “Sir give me two fruit juice. Nothing strong please.” Jessica said to the attendant. He nodded and step away. Barely a minute he was back with two drinks in hand. “Thank you.” Jessica took the cups from him. She then turned away and then pulled out a small bottle of green liquid. “Mom says this will do the trick.” “Soon. She won't know anyone or anything. And would sleep with anyone. Just wait, till Dylan finds out..” Jessica grinned with excitement. She let out two drops into one of the drinks and they walked back. Jessica returned to Jenny with two glasses of fruit juice. Jenny hesitated, she knew better than to trust Jessica. “It’s just punch,” Jessica said with a grin, shoving the glass into her hand. “Don’t be so uptight.” Jenny took a small sip. It tasted sweet, like how punch tasted. Hs gulped down the whole cup at once enjoying the sweet taste. She turned back to the party. Watching girls and boys dancing to the loud music. A short while after, she felt a little dizzy. The room began to spin in her eyes. She blinked slowly, her body swaying. “Jess… I don’t feel so good,” she murmured. Jessica barely looked at her. “Okay, you're a little shook.” She lied. She had spiked Jenny's drink. “There’s a room upstairs. Go lie down for a bit. You’ll be fine.” “OK…” Jenny stumbled away, holding onto the wall for balance. The party noise faded behind her as she climbed the stairs, her legs shaky and her mind foggy. The hallway upstairs was quiet, lined with closed doors. She reached one near the end and twisted the handle. It opened. The room was dimly lit. Only the moon light outside that filtered in through curtains. A large bed sat in the room. And without thinking, Jenny stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. Meanwhile, downstairs, Dylan Thompson, son of billionaire parents, The Thompsons, and heir to the family business. He stood at the edge of the crowd, scanning faces. His brow furrowed. This wasn’t his scene, far from it. He’d only come because Jenny had mentioned it in passing earlier that day. And only Jenny could make a man like Dylan do what he doesn't want to do. Beside the guilt he carried in his chest for her. For what happened to her mom a few years back. Her dying because of his carelessness. He had as well developed a soft spot for Jenny. He hadn’t seen her yet, but then, his eyes landed on Sam, his assistant, who was conversing with no one else but Jessica. “Sam!!” He yelled out. Sam snapped his head to Dylan, his eyes landing on him. He walked to Dylan, a smile tugging his lips. “I didn't know you like parties?” Dylan asked. “Actually, I don't. Jessica had insisted I come. So… “ Sam answered swiftly. “Here have this.” Sam said handing him a drink. “Jessica gave me.” “You sure you don’t want it?” Dylan asked. Sam shook his head. “You know I don’t drink.” Dylan shrugged and took a sip. “So, why are you here boss?” Sam asked as well. “Well, Jenny wanted me here. She doesn't like parties herself.” “Jenny? The girl you're in love with.” Sam teased. “Shut up bro!” Dylan scoffed. I'm not in love with her. I just care for her, that's all. You know everything that happened with her mom. Dying because of my stupidity… and then her dad falling ill and dying not so long ago. She needs someone to be here for her.” Dylan said, his tone low. Sam nodded. But, just then, Dylan himself became dizzy. The room titling, voices fading. Sam noticed instantly. “You good, man?” “Yeah… just tired.” Dylan swayed on his feet. “Come on,” Sam said, slipping a steady arm under his. “There must be an empty room upstairs. You can lie down for a bit.” Sam led him upstairs, helping him into the same room Jenny had entered. Dylan collapsed on the bed, half-conscious. Just then, he felt another figure stirr as he stumbled beside her. “Jenny?” he slurred. She didn’t respond. She moved closer to him, her body curling instinctively around him. Dylan turned toward her, blinking slowly. Her skin, the scent of her perfume, the way she clung to him… it blurred the lines of reality. In his foggy mind, his lustful desires overruled reason. And just like that, he leaned in and kissed her firm on her lips, his lips pressing against hers. His hands began roaming around her body, his fingers brushing her skin softly. Soon, the clothes came off from both of them, and the drink had taken over. The world around them fell away… Everything else felt like it happened in a blur for them. The erotic sounds of moans and groans filled the room…