About that Night

Chapter 2

Knowing that I'm bringing life is still very unreal to me. I'm twelve weeks, and I have the cutest baby bump. I don't care about gender, because each gender is annoying in its own way. I want a healthy baby, but I can't wait to see the gender.

I was supposed to go to Grayson's birthday party, but Kiki only had alcoholic drinks, and it'd look weird to Kiki and Grayson, especially Grayson. Knowing that I was drunk the whole time when we were supposedly having the time of our lives. Talon, Nessia, and Zaro think I'm making excuses, but I carefully thought about every scenario that might happen, and it's bound to happen. "I promise I'll tell him." I say to the impatient Talon.

"When?!"

"I don't know. I don't want to ruin a marriage,"

"You should've thought about that before letting him f**k you." Zaro snickers.

"I was drunk ok." I roll my eyes.

"It's his baby, and he deserves to know, so if you're having a hard time, I'll help, and I'll tell him for you. Grayson even asked about you." Nessira says, crossing her arms.

I perk up. "Really? What did he say?"

"Nothing much. He just wanted to know why you didn't come. I honestly was so tempted to say something about HIS baby, but I knew it wasn't the place or the time."

"Ok fine, I'll call or text him or something,"

"When?" Talon asks.

"Soon, Talon! Damn."

As the day ended, I decided it was a great day, and I was feeling better, so I texted him.

I text Grayson.

Hi, maybe you don't remember me, but I'm the girl you slept with some 12 weeks ago: Winston Joon, Talon's sister. We met at the cake tasting, and I wanted to know if we could talk at lunch. If not, it's okay.

I find myself reading the text over and over again. What if Grayson thinks lowly of me? He didn't reply until the next day.

Sure. Le Bernardin at 12:30

My heart jumps—such dominance through a text.

I look at myself thinking dirty things and sigh to myself. "My mom's gonna kill me,"

Grayson said, Le Bernardin, THE Le Bernardin, I can't afford even the smallest platter there. Only wealthy people dine there, and I should take this as a compliment. He sees me as a successful woman, and it's the opposite. I started my first year in college over again when I came back, and I'm broke as we just established.

I'll have to fill myself with water.

Ok, see you there,

I brush my teeth, thinking about what could go on today with Grayson. Everything could go wrong, and everything could go right with a left squiggle. Nothing could honestly go right in this situation. I get ready; I'm meeting Grayson to remind him of our night that created his baby.

Our precious baby

I put on my fanciest outfit. A long sleeve ruffled ends shirt with a black dress.

"You look beautiful." Talon smiles softly.

"Ok, girl!" Nessira whoots.

I brush out my hair and look in the mirror. My bump tends to show when it wants, and I can see it when I turn slightly.

"You look fine, stop staring and start going." Zaro rushes me away from the mirror.

"Ok, ok! I'm going."

Nessira squeals and waves as she closes the door.

Driving through the wealthy part of town makes me a bit uncomfortable. I mean, as I go, I see beautiful people dressed in Fendi, Gucci, and they have Porsches, Lamborghinis, Bugattis, and numerous others while I'm driving a honda civic in off-brand clothes. It makes me jealous. I live off paycheck after paycheck, and it wouldn't hurt to have something different once in a while.

The closer I get to the restaurant, the more I think of how well Grayson's doing for himself if he's living here. I wouldn't be too surprised. I mean, he looks like a hot actor every teenager has crushed on for years. Grayson has that s****l intimidating s*x appeal, and it's got me all breathing harder than usual.

I hate that he had to cheat on his wife. I won't deny having a massive crush on him, but he's married, and he's a cheater. I parked my car and did some retouches before walking into the restaurant. The beautiful diamonds glittered everywhere. Women with giant diamond rings and beautiful fashion, hot men, and potbellied older men who are all wealthy and entitled. Even the way they walked screamed rich.

"Hello, welcome to Le Bernadin. Do you have a reservation?"

I smile like all the other rich people here. "Hi, um, I'm here for lunch with Grayson..?" I felt very uncomfortable speaking to the lady who practically does the same thing I do but gets paid more, and I probably looked too unprofessional.

She flipped some papers then looks back up at me. "Ma'am, there are about four Graysons that made reservations. Can you specify their last name?"

Shit. I don't know his last name; I don't know, but I feel very ignorant not knowing his last name because it will be our baby's last name.

"Uh-,"

"Don't worry about it, Rebecca. She's with me."

Grayson's shadow overcomes me, and I can't find it in me to turn around.

Rebecca straightens up and smiles flirtatiously. "Of course, Mr. Taylor, I was waiting for you."

I raise an eyebrow at Grayson as he ignores Rebecca's flirting. Grayson hasn't changed a bit. He's still hot and has his burning gaze. He caught me looking, and our eyes met.

All I could see was that night, s**t, not me wishing it would happen again. He gestures to me to follow Rebecca, who I had forgotten about. I could feel his gaze on me; I could feel it move down to my ass and back up again. I pray long and hard that I don't wake up next to him tomorrow morning. Rebecca led us to our tables and handed us our menus, secretly winking at Grayson, who ignores it.

"Would you like anything while waiting, Mr. Taylor?"

Grayson flashes his perfectly white teeth as if he's been waiting for Rebecca to ask a normal question. "Yes, the usual cognac. What about you, Winston?"

The way he says name turns me on, and he knows it, and he sees it too, and I looked at him before looking at Rebecca.

"Just water." I could barely get the words out.

I keep feeling that same burning gaze on my body.

She nods and leaves.

"I never thought I would hear from you again, especially because you're one of Kiki's friends. Also, how'd you get my number?"

Grayson sits back.

"I- um, Talon gave me your number, and I have something to tell you."

The waitress comes in with our drinks.

Grayson sips his drink and sets it down. "You don't want anything else? I mean, you love your wine."

I smile a bit, rolling my eyes. "I also like water, thank you."

I take a sip of my water.

"Winston-,"

"You can call me Winnie." I say, cutting him off.

Grayson raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Winnie," My name rolls off his tongue like it was born for him to say. His thick accent makes me want to scream. My mind was playing tricks on me. "You look as beautiful as last time."

The compliment was random, and I didn't want to smile, but I couldn't stop myself. In response to my smile, he smiles back. Damn, he's so hot, and it's like he can read through me, and he knows it.

"Thank you, but I would be more happily obliged to accept it if you didn't have a wife."

Grayson shrugs. "If I see beauty, I compliment it, and you're beautiful."

I let out a small chuckle, knowing what he meant was way different.

"So, what's this important thing?"

I open my mouth, but the waiter comes to take our order, and I take one look and put the menu down.

"I'm not hungry. I just wanted my water." I say softly.

But I'm starving, and I couldn't wait to tell him and be done with it.

Grayson raises an eyebrow and drinks his cognac. "Continue, now I'm very interested," I felt like everything became quiet waiting for me to tell.

Goddamn, this isn't easy.

"I don't know how to tell you." I admit.

"What?" Grayson now genuinely seemed concerned. I just look up at him with an apologetic, mixed with guilt look. He sits back, crossing his arms. That was beautiful-,

"Winnie, are you going to make me die of old age first?" Grayson brings me back to earth.

I sigh shakily.

I take the sonogram picture out of my purse and hand it to him.

"What the hell is this?" He turns the image around to try and see what it is.

"My ultrasound, I'm pregnant."

Grayson looks up at me. I reach in my purse and grab a letter stating that I'm undoubtedly pregnant, and I slowly push it towards him.

"So? What are you telling me?" Grayson puts the sonogram image on the table.

"Grayson, that night, after the cake tasting, we had a small party, we all got drunk, and we had s*x, and this is what we- no, you made."

Grayson looked like I had punched him. "How many weeks?"

"12 weeks, of course."

"Are you sure it's mine?"

Grayson asking me that question made me feel angry and whorey.

"I wouldn't come and embarrass myself by telling a married man he's my baby's father when he's not! I can't believe you think so lowly of me!" I hiss at him. "When two people have s*x- you know what you- I'm sure you've had s*x education, you know what f*****g happens!"

"I had a condom on, so, of course, I would ask that question."

"I haven't had s*x since my first time doing it."

"I find that very hard to believe."

I scoff. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

I tap the table. "I have no reason to lie to you!"

"And what if you're just another girl who wants my money?"

My mouth goes wide. I don't even know what to do right now. "A i salam jinsim-iya?" (Oh, is this person serious?)

"You're money! Are you serious?! I thought you had a right to know! This is so embarrassing!" I grab my papers and get up.

"Wait, stop, don't make me look like a jerk."

I glare at him. "You want me to lie about that?"

"You wouldn't be the first to tell you're pregnant. There are a lot of fakes," he says calmly.

 "If you don't want this child, just tell me and stop wasting my time!" I grit my teeth.

"Sit, please." I sat down. As much as I want to slap Grayson, I want him to be there for his child. The silence was loud, and I felt his damned gaze on me. Why does he like looking at me?

"You're pregnant." He starts.

"I told you that about a minute ago." I roll my eyes. Grayson looked like a cute kid in big trouble. "You're a married man, and I get it. If you don't want to be a part of this baby's life, just say it, and you'll never hear from me again."

"So you're keeping it? My child?"

I sigh. "Yes, Grayson, I didn't come here to ask you to hold my hand at an abortion clinic."

He chuckles coldly. The waiter comes and serves his food, but I don't think he's hungry. Grayson doesn't even pay attention to the waiter.

Instead, he stares at me. "We're going to take a DNA test, though." I open my mouth, but he cuts me off. "If this baby is mine, you shouldn't have a problem." I know this baby is his, so he can have his DNA test.

"Ok, what about Kiki?"

"She won't find out. I can trust you with that, right?" I nod.

I don't want to ruin a family. I mean, I didn't intend to. Does that mean I'm a terrible person? I have wet dreams and dirty thoughts about a married man; I'm down bad.

"Why did you sleep with me when you have such a kind and beautiful wife?"

Grayson scoffs. "Beautiful? Yes, nice..." He stops. "Look, you don't want to mess with Kiki. She's not one you trust."

I tilt my head. "What do you mean?"

"What I said. Look, I'm going to order something for you. You're starving our child." I blushed when he said that. Our child- Stop, he has a wife and a daughter. Grayson orders me a burger, but being the pregnant person I am, I had to alter it. I requested they put chocolate inside the burger along with marshmallows and lots of peanut butter. Grayson furrows his brows in disgust as the shock-ridden waiter takes my order.

"That sounds... Good." Grayson smiles sheepishly.

I giggle a little. "I know."

My burger came, and we began to eat and have small talk. Maybe I took too long to tell Grayson about the baby because he had to go, and we kind of fought 60% of the time. Grayson calls the waiter to bring a check, and I pull out my checkbook, crying in my head because that burger was 160 dollars.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm paying for the burger." I lift my checkbook so he could see.

Grayson grins. It's incredible how he could go from worried to happy in minutes. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't pay?"

I open my mouth, but he shushes me and pays a whole 300 dollars meal. "Here," Grayson hands me his card. "Show this to the receptionist, and she'll let you up into my office. If you need anything, you have my number." I nod my head. I don't know why, but I became completely distracted by the card, placing my other hand on my cute baby bump.

I hadn't noticed when Grayson stepped closer. Grayson puts his hand on top of mine that was on my bump.

I gasped and looked down at his hand, surprised. I swear this man never ceased to amaze me. I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

He looked me straight in the eyes and smiles so cutely. "I hope the baby has your eyes,"

I blink several times. "My eyes?"

Grayson nods as he looks back down at my stomach. It's almost like he never touched Kiki's stomach when she was pregnant. "Grayson, did you ever touch Kiki's belly when she was pregnant?"

He shakes his head. "Kiki wanted a surrogate, and it was kinda weird to touch someone you don't know."

A surrogate?! Kiki told me she gave birth herself; I guess it's her way of coping. Either way, I admire her for going to such lengths to have her child.

"Wow, um, back to my eyes, heterochromia isn't something you would want for your child; I used to get bullied a lot for it."

Grayson raises an eyebrow.

"I think it's beautiful, like you." I blush, and just as the mood was lifting, his phone rang, and he took his hand off my stomach.

It was work, and I guess he was late for a meeting or something. "I have to go, don't hesitate to call."

I smile softly. "I have to go too, and I won't hesitate to call...." I furrow my brows as he snickers. "That sounded better in my head." I admit.

"I know." Grayson smiles.

I walk out, feeling his burning gaze on my body yet again. Oh boy, I'm glad I'll be seeing him for 18 years plus.