Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

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?”