Chapter 5 Just a night stand

FLASHBACK

Naya got down from the cab in her mini black dress and nicely packed her. It was another amazing weekend to spend her evening on a few drinks and some new friends she might probably make. Club G was known for its loud songs and expensive guests, so as soon as she walked in, she knew she had arrived. She smiled at strangers and took her favorite shot of champagne. A few minutes into the party, she noticed some girls acting strangely and dancing seductively on the dance floor. Naya found that absurd and giggled at the embarrassment. She sipped her drink.

"Your gown looks so nice," a lady in a designer dress told her, as she sat before her. "I swear, when I saw you from a distance I knew that you were a damsel. I knew there was definitely something special about you."

Naya smiled with a grateful look.

"Thank you," she said with a polite tone. "I didn't know I dressed that well."

"Baby girl, you did," the lady got comfortable so quickly. "My name is Amelia." She stretched her hand for a handshake.

Naya accepted the shake and gave Amelia an admiration. The girl didn't look bad at all, and her jewelry selection was amazing.

"Have you checked out the guys? They look so hot!" Amelia directed her focus to the VIP section. Naya did find them amusing, but that was it. She had no interest in men, especially not after her scary past. Her sick mother went through a lot in the name of love; beating, abuse, narcissism... freak! Curse love! It wasn't her strongest point at that point.

"I guess the guys chill here after office," Naya said, staring away from the men and watching the girls dance crazily as usual.

"They always chill here after office," Amelia agreed. "Some are married. They come here to escape their nagging wives for a while."

Both Amelia and Naya laughed. Naya was beginning to grow to like her.

"Do you come here every day?" Naya questioned.

"I wish," Amelia giggled. "But nope! I only attend the club on the last day of the month. It sucks, I know. But that's life for you."

Amelia waved to the waiter and took a glass of drink from him.

"There is the latest drink going round. People call it a classic. Do you wanna have it? It will be on me."

Naya admired the crystal clear wine. She collected the glass from the waiter and thanked Amelia for the wine.

"I have heard a lot about Club G introducing new wines, but I never knew they shipped them in," Naya said.

"Of course, they do," Amelia nodded. "It's been two weeks now."

Naya took a gulp of half of the drink and loved the taste. She took the rest of it.

"This tastes so good," she widened her eyes in shock.

"Exactly my point," Amelia collected the empty glass from her. "It's a special kind of wine. That's why ladies grow crazy for it these days."

"Can I have another?" Naya felt herself gradually getting addicted to it.

"Nope, baby girl. One is enough. The crazy effect of one glass is enough for you already. I hope you are strong enough to handle it. I do not think those girls are strong enough," she pointed at the few ladies Naya judged to dance crazily. It was at that moment, Naya realized that she was in trouble.

"Wait!" Naya gasped in fear. "What did you give me again?"

"Chill girl," Amelia calmed her. "You won't always feel this way. You will just be a bit crazy and that's it."

Naya felt her mind slowly get fuzzy. She got an instant excitement from nowhere that she couldn't understand. This made her tremendously uneasy, as her mind began to wander into a delightful world.

"O! Naya look!" Amelia pointed towards the door. "There is another hot one!"

Naya turned towards the door and her hormones immediately quickened. It was Brett.

***

Lovelyn wasn't happy with Naya questioning whether her husband attended clubs or not. Although she knew he did, she couldn't bear the discomfort it caused.

"Why would you ask that?" Lovelyn asked with a frown.

"I just wanted to be sure. He looks familiar, that's all," Naya said as she concluded her meal.

"This question isn't the right question to ask here," Lovelyn said with a calm tone. "My husband goes to the club to hang out with friends for a while, but that's it. It's not a big deal. This is straight up disrespectful now."

"I am sorry," Naya apologized. "I am just..."

Naya turned to Brett and stopped talking. For some reason, he looked very worried and she couldn't tell why. Perhaps he knew something she did not. After the dinner, Lovelyn hurried to the restroom to relieve herself.

"Why would you ask my wife if I attend clubs? Are you trying to sabotage my marriage?" He asked.

"You look familiar to me, that's all," she defended herself. "I think I have seen you somewhere. I am trying to remember where."

"At a club?" He arched his brows.

"Your wife didn't deny you ever go there. Do not act like a saint or something," Naya argued. Brett sighed and nodded.

"Yes," he agreed. "I used to attend clubs, but I have stopped now. Something happened in the past and I do not want it to repeat itself."

Naya arched her brows.

"It seems what you did was very very bad," she looked cunning. He stared at her unsure of why she acted so weird

"My personal business is none of your business," he said with a harsh tone.

"Well, whatever," she shrugged. "You just look like someone that would have a one night stand."

Brett was speechless.

"Excuse me?!" He looked mad. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Naya smiled. All she wanted to do was give her baby away. The conversation of her one night stand was boring to her and she didn't want to talk about it.

"Nothing," she lied. "You just look like a playboy, that's all."

She acted so weird and he was beginning to hat few her. He took a last sip of his drink and focused on his chicken.

During his time at the club, he drank a sparkling wine. A wine that drew him nuts. Thanks to this stranger who had to remind him of how unfaithful he had been.

"Look, Naya," he gave her a piercing look. "Let us stop talking about this."

"Why?" She asked. "I only said you looked like a playboy."

"You will mind your business and focus on the baby and that's it! Do not bring your assumptions into this. You do not know me at all." Brett warned.

"I am back," Lovelyn joined them with a smile as she grabbed her purse. "I hope you didn't miss me much. Shall we?" She turned to Brett.

"Yes...yes... let us leave," Brett was very desperate to leave now. Naya rolled her eyes nonchalantly. Something about Brett made her so sure that he was definitely the man she slept with. She hissed with frustration. At least she would give the child to the father. Wasn't that better than nothing?

"Bye, Naya! See you on Monday," Lovelyn waved her bye. Naya waved back. Naya wasn't that cruel. She would definitely play along and tell Lovelyn nothing. She wanted her mother to recover quickly, and as soon as she was done with the surrogacy nonsense, she would move out of the country. Brett wouldn't be at loss anyway. He would be with his child as he wanted; his flesh and blood. But it wouldn't be for his wife, it would for the woman he had a night stand with.

Naya smirked.

"I will definitely keep our secret, Brett," Naya thought to herself. "You won't ever know that the child isn't your wife's but mine."