Knocked Up By My Billionaire Biker Uncle

CATANIA "DONNA!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I couldn't find my best friend, Donna, in the crowd and obviously, she couldn't hear me because of the loud background sound. It's Donna's 21st birthday and she decided to spend her special night with me in the club, drinking our asses off. My head was already burning. I should have avoided tequila. But tequila is better than whiskey, right? I don't think so… damn my head. "Give me tequila, baby!" That's Donna's voice and I think she was just near me. I looked around, squinting my eyes under the dim, colorful lights. Then, I finally saw Donna at the bar counter with a good-looking guy working behind the bar. Jeez, she knows that hottie has been eyeing her up and down like a snack he's planning on eating later. Knowing Donna, I'm certain that she is merely feeding his immoral thoughts. The man winks before working with the drinks. Donna giggles like a teenager. Just how many guys does she bed in a month? This woman is unstoppable at 21. I drank the remaining alcohol in my glass, fighting the impulse to smirk, silently applauding her before wincing at the bitter taste of the tequila. “Gosh, it's spinning.” I stumbled in the crowd until I found a steady pillar to steady myself. I need a bed. I can't take it any longer. I need to rest. I gaze in Donna's direction to ask for help to accompany me in any room here or maybe help me get a cab. She knows this place better than I do. But the problem is, Donna was nowhere to be seen. She's gone. What the hell! “Jesus Christ, Donna… I will kill you tomorrow… yeah, tomorrow. I'm too tired tonight to pull her hair," I murmured as I slowly walked, letting the wall guide me to the corner. I shouldn't have come here. It's better to stay in my room, secretly sketching the new designs in my mind. Yeah, secretly. Because my parents would kill me if they found out I was still holding on to fashion design instead of getting interested in taking over our family business. Damn it. I've been obeying them for my whole life. 20 is an adult, right? Right! I want to go home, but my parents would probably kill me if I came home like this. Being born in a prestigious family made it hard to earn freedom. I groaned as I could feel my legs giving in. I glance around for a place to sit or lie down. But as a result of the lights, my feet took me in a direction that I couldn't see. I stumble towards a door. A door! An exit or a room. Hopefully, it's not a comfort room where couples make out. I almost fell when I opened the door, but I managed to open my eyes slightly. The room is dark, but through the moonlight coming from the window, I almost screamed ‘Amen’ when I spotted a bed. I undressed and jumped onto the bed. "Oh… God..." I groaned and hugged the soft pillow. I've never drunk this much before and regretted drinking this much. A little while later, I heard the door creak open and footsteps coming in my direction. With the thought that it was Donna, I didn't care and let the dizziness drown me in my dreamland. But then, I felt a different kind of warmth on my back. I'm already feeling hot, but it's getting hotter behind me. I turned around to see who it was, but my brain went haywire and my eyes completely shut as this person ravaged my mouth. I instantly held this person's arm, gasping for air. Wait… A muscular arm… It's a man's scent, man's lips, man's biceps… F*ck! His stubble burns my sensitive skin as he kisses me so hard that it makes me tempted to kiss him back, no, I devour his mouth with the same intensity. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between us. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and I bit it, then sucked the sting away. I moan and he sucks up the sound. He pushes harder, and I feel him everywhere. I shouldn't be doing this with a stranger, but hell, I might drop dead if he doesn't keep going. He presses his body into mine even more. I groaned at his weight, but I'm hit with a rush down my spine as he rocks his. I don't need any kind of tool to determine he's big. I didn’t know what possessed me when I unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and inserted my hand to feel the warm thing hidden behind the cloth. Oh. My. God. He's big, hard, and warm. What the hell am I doing here? I'm a good girl, and good girls don't do bad things with men like this. I pull apart and take shaky breaths. When his dark-blue eyes meet mine again, they're blazing with desire. I think I've forgotten how a man looks at a woman when every ounce of his being wants her, because I swear to God, I've never seen this look before in my life. He takes his shirt off over his shoulders, and my breath catches. My gaze traces the edges of his tattoos on his broad, muscular chest with olive skin and a scattering of hair that runs from his navel and disappears down into his pants. He has dark hair, and his eyes hold the power that has me aching for him to take me. He's all male and pure domination. There's no mistaking who's in charge here. Something about this man has opened up another side of me that I didn't know existed. I know he could have any woman in the world he wants. At this moment, he wants me. And I will gladly submit to him.