Chapter Six
Evan
I was glad it was Friday. It was difficult to work with Scarlett on my mind the whole time, and I had been thinking about her since we’d slept together. Everything about Scarlett was hot. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to fuck her again.
How many times would it take to get her pregnant? A part of me hoped that it would take long so we could keep on fucking. God, having her on her knees in front of me had been something out of a wet dream. Even if it never happened again, it would be enough to fuel my fantasies for a long time.
But it was going to happen again because I was paying her to carry my baby. We had to keep going until she was pregnant. And then maybe, still, after that.
But I was getting ahead of myself. Scarlett was just another woman. I had to remember that. Of course, she would also be the mother of my child, but that was a different story. I closed my eyes, and images of the night before flashed in my mind. Her tits were fucking amazing, and her ass was worth killing for. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a body like hers. Maybe it wasn’t just about her body. Maybe perfection didn’t exist. But this was damn close.
I checked the time and sighed. The day was only half over, and I couldn’t leave the office until I took care of some contacts. I had to try and focus.
I glanced at my phone. She hadn’t tried to call me all day, but she had asked me to call her, so I guessed that was why. I liked it better that way. I could call her when I had time for her, not the other way around. This was a business transaction after all. She was nothing other than that to me.
My phone rang, and I had to take care of a business call. It distracted me for a little while, and for that, I was grateful. When I was done, my mind wandered back to Scarlett.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number. The phone rang long enough that I thought it would roll over to voicemail. When she answered, she sounded out of breath.
“Sorry,” she said.
“You sound out of breath.”
“I had to run for my phone,” she said.
We both hesitated, and there was silence on the line. I swallowed.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m doing well, thank you,” she said.
I nodded. I was happy with her answer. I could hear that she really was doing okay. I needed her to be okay with this so that she would follow through with it. I didn’t want her to pull out now. I didn’t want to find someone else, and if she was already pregnant, it would be disastrous if she changed her mind now.
“You’re still sure about this?” I asked. I had to put it out there.
“Yeah, I’m in,” she said. She hadn’t hesitated at all. That was good enough for me. I trusted that she would tell me if something was wrong.
“So, do you think you’re pregnant yet?” I chuckled.
“Look at you, all eager,” she said. “But no, I don’t think so. We’ll just have to do it again.”
There was laughter in her voice, and I knew we were on the same page. I closed my eyes and imagined what she looked like, her pouting lips, her beautiful smile. I flashed on the image of her face with her mouth around my cock, and her dark brown eyes looking up at me.
And she wanted to do it again
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“I’m going out with Lily,” she said. “I’m a little nervous about it, to be honest.”
“Why? Because we slept together?”
“Yeah, it’s a little weird because you’re her father.”
I understood where she was coming from. “What Lily doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” I said. “Just go out, relax, and enjoy yourself.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll try. We’re going to Lavo.”
I knew the nightclub well. It was a popular joint in Manhattan where the young people liked to party.
“Have a good time,” I said. “I’ll speak to you later.”
We ended the conversation, and I put down the phone. It was a pity I couldn’t see her tonight. I really wanted to. I wanted to see her dressed up and dancing, her body moving to the music, her hair brushing over her shoulders, her hips swaying. I could just imagine it, and I imagined it to be hot. Very hot. Everything about Scarlett was fucking attractive.
I could just imagine how men would react to her. If my reaction was what it was, I doubted someone else would feel less about her. The idea made me uncomfortable. But I didn’t own her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Except sleep with someone. She wasn’t on birth control, but her exclusivity to me was in her contract, and I knew she wouldn’t breach it.
Still, I really wanted to see her.
I picked up the phone again and called Jeff.
Jeff and I had been friends for a very long time. We’d met at a convention early on in my career, and somehow, we stayed in touch. We had very little in common besides money and women, but that was enough to tie us together. Of course, I had never really been as much of a womanizer as Jeff was. If I thought I treated woman like a piece of ass, Jeff did it all ten times worse. I fucked around plenty, but Jeff put me to shame.
“Evan, good to hear from you,” Jeff said when he answered the phone.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“Nothing yet. I was waiting for you to call me.”
“Don’t pull your tricks on me,” I said, laughing. “Save your lies for the girls you’re trying to get in bed with you.”
Jeff laughed. “Nothing like an old friend to remind me that I can be transparent. What did you have in mind for tonight?”
“How about a nightclub? I heard Lavo is really great.”
“Well, look at you, letting down your hair, you old fart,” Jeff said. “I go to Lavo all the time.”
“So, you’re in?”
“For sure. Anything to pick up some pussy.”
Jeff was the perfect wingman. We had the same outlook when it came to women. He loved women because he could fuck them. A new woman every night was a successful week to him. I didn’t like fucking around that much–even I had limits–but when I was in the mood for a casual fling, Jeff knew just where to go.
With him at my side, I could see Scarlett tonight without it being weird.
She was going with Lily, but maybe if I could see her, touch her, and dance with her, I could convince her to come home with me.
Was I going out to stalk her? No. I was just going to watch her. I was going to enjoy her from a distance. And if she got some other male attention, well, I would make sure that she was safe. It was the least I could do. Maybe I was being overprotective, but I had a good reason to keep an eye on the future mother of my child.
Jeff came to my place before we went out. He wore jeans and a collared shirt that was tucked in. He’d shaven, and his cologne was so strong, I was sure it would cling to my shirt. Jeff looked neat, but he looked like an older guy. The typical, tucked in shirt routine just didn’t work anymore. Did it?
“How do you get women dressing like that?” I asked.
“Well, excuse me, Mr. GQ,” Jeff said. “Women love this shit, man. The daddy game is all the rage now. They just love calling me ‘Daddy’ when we fuck. If that’s what they want,” he tugged at his collar, “then who am I to deny it?”
“And if they want something else?” I asked.
“Then they get something else. I don’t give a shit, as long as I get to fuck someone.”
Right. I poured us each a whiskey at the bar. Jeff leaned on the bar with both elbows, watching me pour. It had been so much better with Scarlett hanging on my bar. Of course, that had been because of how the night had gone, because I’d gotten her naked.
Next time, I was going to fuck her on top of the bar. That was a great idea. I could just imagine her, naked and gasping on the cool bar top.
“So, why a nightclub?” Jeff asked.
I shrugged. “I feel like getting out, tonight,” I said.
I slid his drink to him, and Jeff took it and sipped the amber liquid. I did the same. Hennessy–there were few things in life as good as a smooth whiskey.
I didn’t usually go to nightclubs. They were always filled with people who either wanted to get wasted or get laid. The latter, I was more than willing to provide, but they were usually so drunk, they couldn’t control themselves, and they were all so damn young.
Scarlett was young, too, of course. But that was different.
“I’m getting laid tonight,” Jeff said, rubbing his hands together. “Lavo has so many girls to choose from, you won’t know which one to stick your dick in first.” Jeff gulped down half his drink like it was water. No appreciation for the finer things. Which was why he was willing to fuck anything with tits and two legs.
“We should get you someone, too,” he said. “When was the last time you got down and dirty with a lady?”
I chuckled. “Last night, actually.”
“Shit,” Jeff said. “Really? You’re one up on me, then.”
I shook my head. “I doubt it. What’s your number by now?”
“God, Evan, I lost track of that decades ago.”
He laughed. I laughed, too, drinking more. I glanced at the time. I wanted to get going, but it was too early. Over eager? Nah. What time would the girls arrive?
“Tell me about her,” Jeff said.
“Who?”
“The pussy you got last night.”
Oh. Right.
“You know how it is,” I said. “You’ve fucked one, you’ve fucked them all. Nothing’s special about her, other than the fact that she was a good fuck and willing to put out.”
Jeff nodded, impressed. “That’s all you need, bud. They don’t need to have more than that.”
Scarlett was more than that, but I wasn’t going to go into detail with Jeff. I didn’t want his filthy mind all over her, and he would get way too sucked up in the details if I told him anything else. Once a pervert, always a pervert. Jeff fucked anything that was legal age and upward. He had no shame, and if there was one person I didn’t want him near, it was Scarlett.
It wasn’t because of jealousy or anything. I was just watching out for the woman that agreed to carry my child. This was about the baby and the woman that was going to carry it.
“Let’s get going,” Jeff said. “My dick is itching for some love.”
We left my place and got into a cab, heading toward Lavo where, hopefully, I was going to see Scarlett.