My Boss baby's father

"Come on Abby! Just do this for me! It's my birthday are you really going to be such a killjoy on my day?" Emily pouts, showing her googly eyes in front of me. "Pretty please?"

"You're already drunk, Emily. God, why are you so weak in alcohol?"

We're currently inside a famous bar in the city. Since she pleaded to take me with her to celebrate her birthday, how could I say no?

I let out a sigh in disbelief.

It's only been a few drinks yet I still can't seem to believe how my best friend always gets drunk so fast. It's not that I didn't want to do her dare, but my best friend of 20 years is basically trying to dare me to seduce an impossible man at the bar table right in front of us. Multiple women already tried to flirt with the dude but all of them ended up getting humiliated and ended up running for their lives in tears. We didn't know the guy but he looked powerful enough to send a few ladies out of the bar with just a raise of a hand.

I sighed, why am I still surprised at this point? Emily Zhang never fails to create a memory whenever she gets drunk, and if you don't go with her wishes, she turns crazy and we somehow end up in the police station. Yes, it's true. It has happened, not once, not twice! But plenty of times already that I'm not even scared to hang around the police station anymore. Most of the time I'd play along with her, but if the dare was too hard, I end up faking the deed to calm her down.

I glanced at the guy facing away from us.

He had a sad back for some reason and it was easy to tell that he was going through something by the way he was chugging the alcohol like water.

That my friend... is a Red Flag.

"Right!" She jolts up, "Didn't you say that you wanted a child on your own at this age? I remember you said that when we were in high school! We're already 26 years old Abby, might as well get the good genes of a stranger that you always fantasized about! I mean look at the guy!"

Ha... here she goes again.

"You don't even see his face, his back is literally facing us, Emily."

"Whatever! He has a sexy back and I'm here for all of it! Sexy back means handsome guy! I bet a hundred dollars that he's hotter than any celebrity that you've seen in your life!"

"You said that with every guy you try to hook me up with."

"And you always say no whenever I hook you up with a hot guy! It's my birthday. Come on, the last thing I'd want is my best friend turning into a 30-years-old virgin." She embraces me, playfully shaking my body while pleading. "Think about it, you get the baby with good genes and also get to experience great sex on your first night! How great is that!"

"I don't know..."

"Come on Abby! This is the last time I'd ask this for you!"

She was wriggling my body a bit too much that I had to stop her at some point. I raised my hand in surrender to her persistence and stood hastily from our table. I wasn't going to win against her whims anyway, so might as well just let her have her fun on her birthday... right?

Can I really trust a drunk person? Well, it's not like I was being forced to do this, when in the first place, Emily just knew how I wanted to be a single mother even before senior year. I vividly remember how she laughed at me when I said that. Who'd believe a woman to say so anyway?

In my case, I don't really believe in marriage or the love that everyone speaks about. For me, love is filled with lies and unhealthy devotion. One way or another, it's always going to be more painful than it was ever so blissful. Thinking back, I learned those things the hard way. I had to watch my mother believe in the lies of my cheating father with her whole heart.

She was simply blinded. That's why I'm not.

going to be married in this life, nor I'm going to be like my mother. In the end, seducing a guy isn't much of a big deal. After all, it's not serious and it's just a one-night stand to get what I want in life.

"Fine!" I sighed in frustration. "But if he's not as hot as I think, I step out, okay?"

"Deal!" She shouts, raising her glass in the air in excitement. "Don't worry bitch, I've always been good at distinguishing handsome men even in a baseball stadium! I'm sure you'll like this one!"

As I walked toward the bartender's table, my heart started to pace faster. There's this weird air of cold-heartedness around the guy that it makes it hard for anyone to approach him after all the scenes he just made earlier. At that moment, no one else but me was on the way to approach him. The women dispersed on time that I had the space to sit beside him.

Yet I don't plan to do that since I don't want to get my ass dragged out of the nightclub so I had to be careful. I slowly made my way to a nearby seat close to him, with a chair between us, I ordered a martini and waited. It was then I had a sudden realization as I sat there dumbfounded.

Oh no, being single all my life... how could I forget that I suck at flirting?

I cursed under my breath. How do I even dare forget? The reason I also keep rejecting the blind dates my best friend sets me up with was that I suck at pretending to be nice! I was praying that he would not be my type and I could just run back to my best friend. However, for some shitty reason, my jaw almost dropped when I saw how he looked.

He had blue eyes, a perfectly chiseled

nose from my view, even his jawline looked like it came right out of a magazine. I blatantly stared at him in disbelief as he continued to drown himself in alcohol. I simply couldn't believe that my drunk best friend's prediction would come true. But... this is beyond my expectation! This guy's out of my league! Maybe he's a celebrity or model? But wouldn't he be famous if he was?

Without knowing, I didn't know I was already blurting out some nonsense that I thought was all in my head.

"How could a guy like you exist? God, you're perfect!"

I knew he heard me spot on because he suddenly turned his head as soon I finished my sentence. And of course, I had the nerve to look away at the same time he glanced at me. I felt so embarrassed that I didn't even notice that the bartender had already served my drink and I accidentally spilled it when I lifted my elbow at the counter to cover my face in shame.

Why is this happening?!

I quickly stood up to wipe myself as I felt the cold water run through my thigh. I didn't dare to look at him and just hurriedly faced my back on him to lessen the embarrassment that I felt now. While I was wiping myself, to my surprise, he suddenly spoke. "Are you trying to make me laugh?"

I turned to him in confusion. I held out the gasp when I saw how handsome he was again and just gulped down the overwhelming pressure of seeing such a guy in front of me. He already looked drunk as his cheeks were flushed red like Emily's and the fact that he was grinning at a stranger like me, says a lot about how disoriented he already was.

I replied, "No?"

"Well, you're effortlessly funny then. Do accompany me." He says and pats the seat beside him.

Oh my God. Did I actually pull this flirting off?!

I turned to look at my best friend, who I knew was watching my every move. And just like me, she was frozen at the spot after seeing how the situation was going. She looked like she sobered after going through so much shock for a brief second. Not gonna lie, I can't blame her for being so!

I let out a light chuckle and awkwardly sat beside him.

"One martini for the lady." He calls, and the bartender nods.

"Thank you."

"What's your name?"

What's my name? Is he even in the state to even remember my name? Anyway, I can't give him my name since this will be the last time we meet again. I'll just make up a name that everyone has. I'm sure he'd forget about me after this.

"Stacy."

"Stacy," He repeats in a low huskily voice. "You're not from here aren't you?"

My eyebrow furrowed in puzzlement. Why does he keep interrogating me like this? Do I look that clueless around here? I was sure I looked pretty casual- well maybe not for the most part.

"How can you tell?"

He chuckles, "It's obvious. I'm a regular at this nightclub and this is the first time I saw you in this city."

"Figures, it looked like every woman in this club knew you."

He squints his eyes in amusement. "You were watching me?"

"Well, I wasn't intending to, but seeing so many hot women come to you and be rejected... it's a sight to see." He shook his head in dismay and sipped his drink. "I have no time for women who just wants my money."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise, at that point, I couldn't help but say a half-meant joke of mine that I suddenly thought was a good idea. "Then how about women who's after your looks?"

I couldn't even take it back when I saw how surprised he was when I said that. He must be baffled that I keep on complimenting him on his looks for a while now- yet I knew I wouldn't stop since he literally looked like a man from my dreams.

He was the perfect candidate to have my child.

I chuckled, tilting my head to make me look more attractive as the research entails. "You look like you've never heard of such a compliment your whole life...Mr?"

"Raphael. Call me Raphael."

Even his name came from the gods! There was no more holding back. The desire to devour this man enveloped me that all the nervousness in my body seemed to disappear. Being the only woman who could approach him right now made my ego boost, it was an undeniable fact that he somewhat found me attractive even though it was an awkward encounter. No matter how humiliating it was, the accident turned out to be in my favor.

I sipped my cold martini drink after it was served in front of me. I needed the alcohol, most especially since I needed to get an extra push to win over this man tonight. I won't lose! I have t get this man's genes without fail! I just have to bait this man to come with me, then everything would come after that!

"So...Raphael, what do you think of me?"

He stares at me, eyeing me up and down to inspect how I looked. Not to brag, but I was pretty confident that I look pretty decent for a woman he might like. I was curvy in the right places that it hugged my red bodycon dress perfectly. I was pretty much all dressed up like my best friend. My make-up, hair, and even posture were readily groomed to make me almost unrecognizable. Even if someone knew me passed by, they wouldn't recognize me.

He smirks, "Average."

I raised my eyebrows in annoyance. Are you kidding me? So he's not interested in me after all? I was way over my head! Looks like I'll just be wasting my time talking to him. I nodded to myself. Right! I'm not that desperate anyway!

"Then, excuse this average woman. Thank you for the drink, Mr. Raphael. Enjoy the rest of the night."

As I stood up from my seat. I was about to leave him alone if it wasn't for his hand that suddenly stopped me. I turned to him. It was then I noticed how tall this guy actually is. As a 5'6 ft woman, standing beside him made me feel like my height isn't that tall after all.

Damn it, Tall, Dark, and handsome?! How can God be so biased toward you!

"Where are you going?" He asked, in a slurred speech. He was gripping my wrist to tight that I couldn't pull my hand back.

"I'm going back to my friend, please let go of me."

"Is it because of what I said?" He asked, before pulling me closer to his body. I almost stumble but he was quick to wrap his other arm around my waist. He adds, "I told you to accompany me, not run away. Ms. Stacy."

"I'm not here to be a friend. Mr. Raphael. I'm not going to sit here all night and hear you insult me just because it entertains you."

"So that's what you're after?" He smirks to himself. He suddenly drew his face closer

and my neck almost broke from trying to avoid him. I even held in my breath because of how insanely good-smelling he is at the moment. He let out a light chuckle before going to my ear.

"Prove it then."

"What?"

He leans back a little to gaze at me, this time both his arm is around my waist. I gulped down hard as we both held out gazes in this strange position. Even the others passing by couldn't believe what was transpiring between us right now. It felt like everyone's eyes were on us.

I wanted to confirm it yet my eyes couldn't leave this gorgeous man in front of me.

He says, "Make me interested. If you do, I might just give in and let you do anything you want with me."

"Mr, Raphael, judging by how you're begging me to accompany you. I'd say you're pretty much already interested in an average woman like me." Not holding back, I grabbed his collar and pulled him down to my level. "What now? Do I get to do anything I want with you?"

His eyes widened.

After that, we all know what comes next. I dragged his drunk ass to a nearby hotel without hesitation. Once we entered the room, We both couldn't hold back ourselves anymore. He threw his tuxedo jacket to the corner of the room and pulled me harshly to him. He then hungrily smashed his lips to mine in an almost violent manner that the back of my head collided with the door behind me. I let out a small groan but that still didn't stop him. He went on to lift both of my thighs and I gladly wrapped my arms around his neck

He carried me to the bed at the center of the room, laid me down on the mattress, and I panted heavily as I watched him take off his tie, unbutton his vest and take off his white shirt beneath it. Everything he did turned me on for some reason but I knew that wouldn't be the end of it. The way he was watching me down with his face flushed red made me want to devour him. Especially his eight-pack abs that were beaming with glory in front of me!

Shit, he's so hot!

"Is this want you want?" He grins and lets out a drunk smile.

I nodded as if my life depended on it. I didn't want to wait anymore so I tried to take off my dress myself but he stops me. He pinned both of my hands over me and turned me around. I was confused at first but when I felt the zipper on the back of my dress opening, I gasped as I imagined how he looked. He's using his teeth to take off my dress, while his hand started to caress the side of my stomach to support my posture.

I groaned in frustration. As much as I wanted how things are going, I hated the fact that I was losing control of the situation. He was starting to be more aggressive and the fact that I was letting him do anything he wanted with me. As if the tables turned as soon as we arrived at the hotel.

He's out of control! He's too drunk!

"Don't move." He huffs, "I didn't exactly agree with how you have the privilege to do anything you want with me. I'm sorry but I'm in control, and you won't be any soon."

He harshly took off my dress.

With that, he didn't hesitate as he placed himself on top of my back, my hips raised, his hand then started to roam from my boobs to my bottom. I moaned in pleasure while he savored placing kisses on my neck. Once I felt his finger inside me, I almost gasped from the pain I felt. But I held it in since being a virgin might make him stop. And I can't let that happen, not just because I wanted to have a child anymore. But because everything was starting to trap me into addiction.

It felt so good.

"You're wet already? You're not that hard to please, aren't you?" He says before playing with my clit. I screamed at the sudden wave of pleasure that I had to stop his hand when I felt myself orgasm. It was then I realized how much of a danger I was in.

Shit. Why do I have this gut feeling that

this is going to hurt?!

And just as I predicted. When he turned me over that's when I saw how huge his manhood was. I thought big dick guys were just from the porn industry. But this guy? Not just good looks, tall, but also his dick?! You've got to be kidding me! Am I sure this isn't a dream?!

I pinched myself hard but I wasn't close to waking up anytime soon.

He pulled out a condom from his wallet, he was about to open it with his mouth but I stopped him.

"I'm safe, you can cum inside me." I pant.

He didn't even respond seeing how drunk he was, he just spit the condom wrapper off his mouth and let out a heavy breath as he placed himself between my legs. I gulped. I knew this moment would come

but seeing how big he is, it made me scared of how painful it would be to take him.

I'm a virgin, what if he doesn't like virgins?

"L...Let's turn off the lights!"

He raised an eyebrow, "No."

He was too drunk so I knew that his opinion wouldn't matter at that point. As I was close to the only light source in the room beside the bed. I crawled up to it and pulled out the socket in an instant. And just as I predicted, he didn't even care and just pulled my body back to the bed with him, he didn't bother turning the light on again. All I could hear now was his voice.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put? Don't make me angry."