章節 2: Chapter 2
You're lounging out at home, having a dinner date with Jessica, your best friend. "Hold on, so you're to fake marry him and have his baby?
You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your wine glass down, you turn to face her, "tell me about it. If I apply for another loan, the bank will laugh in my face. Carl Tate is my only chance. It's an opportunity I can't miss."
Your lips curl in a mischievous smile, "at least, Carl Tate won't be so bad."
"Wait. Carl Tate?! You're marrying THE CARL TATE?!!" Her eyes and mouth both open in awe, like she just discovered the Niagara falls.
"You know him?"
"Jul.. he's like only the richest man in the whole city"
"What?!" Now, it's your eyes and mouth wide open
"Everyone knows that." Jessica continues excitedly, "the Internet is full of information on him."
"Nah. Enough talk about Carl Tate for the night." You reach for your wine glass and gulp down the remnants of its contents.
"So, when does the show begin."
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?! You're obviously going to be Carl Tate's sex slave and baby mama, I'm so jealous btw, so there's only one thing left to do."
You know Jessica can't be up to any good sounding like that, but you still want to hear what's on the table for you, "what?"
"It's time to hit the nightclub girl! It's your last night as a single free lady. Let's celebrate your last night of freedom."
"Oh" you didn't expect it to be that.
"And trust me, you have to dress to kill. Let's take a look at your closet and if I don't find anything suitable for tonight, I'll take you shopping. My treat." Jessica continues as she makes her way to your closet rumbling through it like there's a lost diamond hidden in it you had no idea about.
"Arghhhh!!! Yes! Just what I needed" you hear her squeals excitedly as she dashes back into the living room, holding up a light pink, slightly above the knee gown.
Soon enough, you and Jessica arrive at the latest club in town, The Garden. "Woah, the line here stretches all to the back, down the corners." Jessica looked around, commented.
Nodding in agreement, you answered, "we'll freeze to death out here before we get inside the club. I'm So cold.'
You head to the back of the club, you're seconds away from hypothermia by the time you get inside the club.
"Oh my God, I'm freezing." Jessica rubs her hand together as she blows steam from her mouth into her hands.
"And there I was, thinking you're smoking hot."
You turn around to see a hot stranger towering around you, his gaze focused on Jessica.
"There you are. I've been waiting for you." The stranger, is now boldly directing his conversation to Jessica.
"Uhm but sorry buddy, we don't happen to know you." You leap to her defense just immediately
"Then let's change that." He smiles at Jessica, clearly smitten.
"I'm Clint Lockwood."
"C.. Clint Lockwood? As in the owner of this club?"
"In the flesh." He smirked and winked at her at the same time.
"I'm having a little VIP celebration upstairs. If you don't mind, you guys can come join us. No, actually, I'd love for you to join us. That way, we can get to know ourselves much better." Perplexed Jessica, lost for words, but regain her speech instantly eagerly replied but avoiding sounding desperate,
"Sure thing. We'll love to do that."
You slowly walk up close to Jessica, and whispered, "not to be that person, Jess, but isn't he a Playboy?"
"And? Not all of us get to marry Carl Tate. And besides, I haven't been up to a VIP room before. I don't know what it looks like. We have to go." Jessica looks at you with pleading eyes.
"Ugh. Fine."
You both follow Clint Lockwood past the bouncer into the VIP room.
The VIP room exudes luxury with plush velvet drapes adorning the walls, creating an opulent atmosphere. The ambient lighting, a blend of soft purples and golds, casts a sophisticated glow.
Elegant leather couches line the perimeter, surrounding a central marble table adorned with crystal glassware. Mirrored surfaces amplify the sense of exclusivity, reflecting the vibrant energy of the dance floor.
A discreet bar offers top-shelf spirits, while the DJ booth in one corner sets the mood with pulsating beats. Overall, it's a haven of chic indulgence.
Jessica stops short, staring at the figures lounging on the back couches. "Holy fuck!."
"What is it?" You asked, looking at the directions her eyes are focused on.
"Your baby daddy is here."
Your eyes travel to the back lounge and your heart skips a beat.
Your eyes lands on his, just as he raises his eyebrows and smirks at your direction, "there's Carl Tate. In the flesh."...
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