Plan B(aby)

They kept making eye contact from across the club. She sat at the bar, looking around the club. She was definitely being stood up. He had a parade of women near him, attempting to get his attention. They didn't know that the black haired beauty across the room had already captured it.  He saw her in here frequently. Well, not alcoholic level frequently but over the last month, she came in once or twice a week. Some girl — Rebecca? Vanessa? — has just sat next to him when he stood. He took another swing of the bottle before chucking it to his friends. They didn't ask questions as they watched him leave the small comfortable area known as VIP.  She wasn't aware of him coming towards her as she ordered another drink. The bartender was flirting with her, so the free drinks kept coming.  He was cute. If she was bold; she'd definitely take him home.  She wasn't.  She'd been here for the past two hours. The first thirty minutes she thought; oh, maybe he's running late. Then the one hour mark hit and she didn't even care. She just kept ordering drinks. It wasn't even like she was being stood up by some random guy.  This was her best friend.  He said he would be in town tonight and wanted to meet. He was working on moving back since he'd finally finished roaming the world. He was ready to settle down and buy a house. The both of them planned to move in together, buying a nice house in the village of Pelham.   She hadn't seen him physically in five years.  Now, she was being stood up on the night before six years.  The bartender slid her another drink, winking at her as he did so. He went to the next person at the bar. Briella's eyes wandered back to where she kept attempting to steal peeks from all night.  He was gone.  In his place was a brown skinned male with tight curls. He was sexy too.  Briella's eyes wandered the club, accidentally brushing herself against someone as she spun her chair.  She immediately went to apologize but her words got caught in her throat as she looked at the man in front of her. It was him.  "Sorry." He smiles, his intoxicated blue eyes making her squirm in her seat.  This man.. this man was sexy. His hair looked like he had put them in curls. His black hair was in loose curls. His hair stopped just above his ears, the top looked like he combed it back with his hand.  "Hi." She said, breathless. God really took his time with this one. It would be disappointing to find out he has a shitty personality.  "Hey. Enjoying your night?" "Definitely have had better." She sadly smiles, raising her glass as if it was a toast. He smiles before ordering a bottle of pineapple vodka, coincidentally, what she had been drinking.  "Tell me how I can make it better." He says, leaning against the bar as he looked at her deep brown eyes. He could tell she didn't know he owned this club. She could tell that he didn't know she found him attractive.  He usually could tell. Woman couldn't keep their eyes off of him, but all he was worried about was the bartender and many other men in the room looking her way.  It... annoyed him.  "More drinks."  He smiled to himself. More drinks.  He grabbed her hand and the bottle, she grabbed her cup with her other hand before following him. They weaved through the club, entering a door that looked nearly invisible.  There was a private bar, a couch, stereo system, and TV in this room. One of the walls were a mirror.  He strictly used this room for when he was tired of overseeing everything. The only other person that had been allowed in here was his brother, Kaden.  Now he let this complete stranger in to his private room.  "Tell me about yourself." He says as he marches behind the bar, taking out two glasses and filling them both up. He grabs the bottle and places it next to the other.  Little did he know that this is exactly where he went wrong.  Briella was drunk. She composed herself really well but she was s**t faced. She was a really lightweight and the only reason she drank pass her usual limit was because she finally had enough. She wanted to be wild for a night. "I- I'm Briella. I'm Briella. I don't know what to say; sorry, I'm not good at this. I'm Briella." "Well, hello, Briella. Just say anything about yourself."  "I want to have a baby," she sputters. It was something she thought everyone knew about her. This was always a fantasy of hers.  This caught him extremely off guard. He glanced up at her, slowly sliding the dark drink to her. She eyes it with a smile before looking down at her lap. She was beginning to get nervous again. Why exactly was the fine gentlemen talking to her?  Sex, obviously.  "Well, why don't you?" He recovered quickly, chugging his drink down before pouring another.  "Because I-," She started, tracing the perfectly swooped baby hair.  "Your partner doesn't want kids but you do?" He questions, cutting her off.  "No, I.. I'm not seeing anyone. I just want a baby. I was going to see if I got into a relationship with someone who wanted a baby before I go to a clinic. Haven't found any takers." She mumbles the last part, picking up the drink and swallowing a large gulp.  "I don't know why. Your kids would be adorable. You're beautiful."  He didn't know exactly why he said that. He usually wouldn't. He would just talk just because he knew a woman would resist him. With her, he felt different.  "Thank you."  "Let's do it." He declares, taking the top off the bottle and drinking straight from the bottle. He sits next to her. She blinks over at him, seeing him stick out his tongue before looking her side.  "What?" She asked, twirling her finger around the rim of her cup.  "Let's make a baby." He shrugs while she takes another gulp of the fruity vodka.  "Make a baby?" She questions, trying to get her drunk mind to grasp exactly what he was saying.  "That's what I said." He said, swirling the drink around the bottle. "Why?" Briella questions, turning in her seat to see the man playing with a single curl that fell in his face. He pulled at it before speaking.  "You want a baby but you don't trust anyone enough to be in a relationship with and I-," He gets cut off from his mini speech. "You what?" She questioned, a side smile coming to her face. He looked around the small private room, seeing his reflection in the mirror. "I want to do something to help someone else." He shrugged while pulling his phone out.  "So what exactly should we do?"  "I'll have s*x with you and come tomorrow morning, you can take a Plan B or wait to see if you're pregnant." He decides. In his drunk, slightly high mind, this plan was absolutely flawless. Either she has a baby or she doesn't.  "What if I'm not pregnant?" She frowns, her stomach going to her nonswollen belly. Her dress revealed a bit of her midriff, making her pull at the skin.  "Then you'll have the most mind blowing s*x in your life and you'll be a million dollars richer or we can keep trying until you are." He shrugs, as if it was nothing. His whole life he felt empty; like there was no meaning to his life. For some reason, he felt like this was his purpose for life. Giving this heartbroken woman a child. He actually felt joy for this. This wasn't like him being at work and doing what he did best, negotiating deals or opening yet another building. Yes, that brought his some thrill but this? He was ecstatic.  Just seeing her as happy as she looked made him ecstatic.  "Are you going to want to be in the baby's life?" She questions. This was another fear of hers. If she had a baby with a man who didn't want to be in the baby's life but was absolutely sure that he didn't want to be in the baby's life; she'd be fine.  She didn't want to have to deal with a man who didn't know whether he wanted to be in her baby's life or not.  Briella wanted it to be just her and her baby.  Ignoring the asked question, he asks his own. "What's your account info?" He questions, taking another swing of the drink.  Tomorrow, they both could surely blame it on the alcohol. Both of them were drunk out of their minds, which was why they were doing it.  After absentmindedly giving him the account information, Briella played with her fingernails. They were long and painted blue. It reminded her of his eyes. So blue and so pretty.  "A baby is like one million dollars right? From birth to age eighteen?" He questions, rubbing his prickly chin.  "I dunno. Google." She says with wide eyes, pulling her phone out and googling 'how much does a baby cost from birth to 18'. He followed her actions, typing away as if it was a race.  "According to a 2017 report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture, the average cost of raising a child from birth through age 17 is $233,610." They both simultaneously read out. Briella giggles when he says 'blah blah blah' at the end.  "So, I should do a million.. yes?" He said, already typing the amount in.  "A million for what?" She asked, absolutely confused. It just said a baby was only a couple hundred thousand. Why was he going to give her a thousand dollars? Both of them were acting like children, doing little things that often children would do. Briella wouldn't stop widening her eyes and laughing. He wouldn't stop sticking his tongue out and poking Briella. "What if he wants to go to the movies or something? Plus, you can buy everything you'll need like food and stuff. It'll help you get started. We don't know what's covered in that money." He stated, poking her before typing away at his phone. He looked up a couple of time, a wide smile on his face. "You're right!" She exclaims, her eyes widening as she covers her mouth at how loud she was. "Okay, I transferred it over." He says, sitting his phone down on the private bar. He plays with the rim of his cup before looking back at the beautiful woman in front of her. He was in love.  "Why do you just have a million dollars laying around?" She questions, continuously making wide eyes. He looks at her with a wide smile, dancing his fingers around her perfectly manicured hand.  "Because I'm f*****g rich." He laughs, pulling his hand back to take another swing of his drink. "I'm f*****g rich, you want a baby, let's do it!" He says, smiling widely.  "Let's do it." She smiled, feeling her phone ping. She smiled even wider when she realized that little voice in her head that usually warns her that this is a bad idea wasn't there. Instead, there was a voice who was telling her to do it. It was saying she needed to live a little. After all that she went through, she deserved some mind blowing s*x and a baby she would absolutely die for. This is what she deserved. Not what she had been previously settling for.  The thing about Briella was that she really wanted this baby. She had been wanting a baby since she found out she could get pregnant. Briella knew since that day she was meant to be a mother. She just didn't trust anybody enough to give her body to them and she definitely wanted to try to conceive a baby the natural way before going to a clinic.  For some reason, she trusted this stranger with her body.  Maybe it was because when she drinks, she basically blacks out. She won't remember anything from tonight tomorrow. Maybe that's why she was being impulsive. If she didn't remember it, it didn't happen. Of course that's not how it works, but that's how she saw it.  "Your place or mine?" She questions, already pulling at a button on his collared shirt.  "Yours. If you are pregnant, I don't want you out late." He says, matter of factly. He had already decided before that it would be at her place for this particular reason.  "It doesn't happen that fast." She reminds him before finishing her drink. "Your place." He says, holding her chin up so she'd look directly at him. He wanted Briella to know he was in charge her.  He was a man of power. People usually didn't talk back to him or correct him. Most people he hung out with he worked with; they worked for him. He was naturally a dominate person. He felt a need to be around people he cared about.  He couldn't deny what was obvious.  Briella just couldn't see that.  She was so excited to finally be a mother, she took another swing from his bottle before deciding she wouldn't drink until the baby was born.  "Okay. I used a Uber to get here so we have to call one." She says, eyes wide while she unlocks her phone. "I'll drive." He says, pulling his phone out to call his friend.  "You're drunk." She deadpans. Even in her wild, drunken state she knew better.  "I have a chauffeur." He chuckles before grabbing the bottle and the girls hand. He weaved her out the club and straight into the car.  Before either of them knew it, they were laughing as they climbed the front stairs to her apartment building. Soon, they were unraveling each other's clothes.  He laid her back onto the bed, a smile on his face as he listened to her giggle.  She couldn't believe she was doing this.  Briella chucked her dress off, tossing it across her bedroom. She laid in her bra and and boy shorts. He stared at her like she was the sexiest thing in the world. He snakes his hand behind her back and unclips her bra, looking into her eyes as he pulls the bra away from her tenders breasts.