Pregnant For My Best Friend’ Father

02

Riley’s POV

Walking into the club, the loud sound of the music booming pierced through my ears and it was so loud that I thought I was going to go deaf. It wasn’t my first time in a club so I knew what to expect but because of everything that had happened, it felt like I was hearing these sounds for the first time.

I could feel the men’s hungry gazes on me as I walked but I ignored them all and usually, my reason for ignoring was always because I had a boyfriend but now, it was different.

I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I lost my best friend too. My world has completely fallen apart and even though I had the insane urge to go home with a stranger to make me feel better, I had no intention of entertaining anyone.

After all, I'm only going to get drunk and then go back home to rid myself of all this pain.

I went directly to the bar and sat on one of the chairs as I gestured for the bar attendant. He looked hot with his neatly cut hair, the slit on his left eyebrow and his full luscious lips called out to me.

Maybe making out with the bar attendant will make me forget everything.

“What can I get you?” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts and it wasn’t until he got closer that I realized he isn’t the kind of man I would want to wake up with after a nasty night.

“The strongest drink you’ve got.” I ordered and the attendant leaned over the table as his eyes scrutinized me carefully, he looked at me as though he was trying to figure out what was wrong with me.

“I’m guessing you had a long day and you had to deal with a very jerky boss or you just had a terrible breakup.” He guessed as he poured me a drink and handed it to me.

I took it and downed it all before sliding the cup back to him so that he was going to pour more. My chest burned but I didn’t answer him. I only ignored him as I kept sliding the glass back to him while he kept pouring.

He didn’t pester me to tell him what was wrong with me and I appreciated it. I didn’t want to talk about how Noah and Zelia ripped my heart out and stomped on it but it didn’t take long before I started spilling.

My vision was starting to get blurry and although I knew that I don’t get drunk easily, I could tell that I was already tipsy because of how slurred my speech was and how reluctant he was to keep pouring my drink.

“I did everything for him, I basically handed him my entire life even when he’s being a jerk only for him to do this to me, to cheat on me with my best friend?” The words just kept coming and I was glad when the bar attendant nodded and slid me an entire bottle instead of a glass.

“I went extra lengths to make him happy, I worked hard just so I would be able to get him gifts, you know, meet up with his lifestyle and I did everything I could to keep him happy and satisfied, well, not satisfied enough since he’s now sleeping with her.” I hiccuped, it was a sign that I was getting to my limit but I didn’t care.

I took the bottle to my mouth and chugged on it because I knew that I needed more, I needed a listening ear too and the bar attendant was kind enough to give me one.

“What did you do when you saw them together?” He enquired, from the way he spoke I could tell that he wasn’t the least bit interested in me, just the tea that I had to spill.

“What could I do? I couldn’t fight if my life depended on it,” I answered, “I tried everything I could to make us happy together, I put in efforts, he knows everything about me….” I paused when I realized that the tears were about to fall.

Noah knew everything about me, he knew my insecurities and my deepest secrets, I was looking forward to marrying him one day, and he was with me just because of Zelia.

I scoffed, closing my eyes as I kept chugging on my drink. The bar attendant had left when he realized that I wasn’t talking to him anymore.

“Take it slow, tigress.” I turned to see a man beside me, he had a beard that emphasized how manly he was and a smile plastered on his face that made him look so young.

Ignoring him even though his presence makes me want to throw myself at him, I let him keep talking while I drank and wallowed in my self-pity but he didn’t leave my side until the club closed.

Getting up from the chair, I lost my footing and staggered but I didn’t hit the ground and when I opened my eyes he was staring at me. His hand was rough but it gave me a sense of protection.

He seemed different from Noah in every way but then again, I thought Noah was going to be the love of my life till eternity.

“How much did you have to drink?” He asked as I tried to move from him but staggered again, “I can take you home, all I need is your address.” He said but I only shook my head.

Home is the last place I want to be.

“I’m not going home,” I responded, trying to stand on my feet but crashing right back into his hard chest that kept sending chills down my spine, “it reminds me of them and I don’t want to be reminded of them.” I finished.

He looked lost but he did a good job hiding his curiosity as he asked if I would be willing to go to his guest house and with no other choice, I agreed as he helped me into the car.

The drive took a while but we soon got to the destination and this stranger was also kind enough to help me get into a room. He turned to leave and that was when the floodgates opened.

I was a little bit sober already and thinking about them made me sob, causing him to stop in his tracks just when he was about to get to the door.

I could see his face clearly now, I haven’t met him physically yet but I’ve seen a lot of his pictures to know that he’s Zelia’s dad but he doesn’t know me.

That’s it! He doesn’t know me!

“What’s wrong?” He asked, making his way to me and without answering, I threw myself at him, slamming my lips on his and running my hands through his shirt as I tried to undo the buttons.

Pleasure pulsated through me and I have never wanted to f**k someone as much as I wanted Charles to f**k me. Noah and I have never had s*x so hot like that, it always lasted less than five minutes and seeing him f**k Zelia like that, the pleasure in her eyes and the way she moaned.

I just wanted him to make me feel the same way and even better.

“Pl…. Please…. Make it go away, make it stop. Just f**k me and make me forget this pain.” I begged when he pulled me away from him. His brow drew together and I saw how reluctant he was.

“I’m not so drunk that you’re going to feel like you took advantage of me.” I went on when he didn’t say anything and like my words loosened something in him, his lips crashed on mine and my p***y throbbed.

The room felt hot as heat spread through every fiber of my being as his tongue f****d my mouth while his hands explored my body and it didn’t take long for us to end up naked and on the bed.

“f**k me.” I pleaded and before I could bat an eyelash, his c**k rammed into me, making me yelp in both pleasure and pain as he f****d me. The way his d**k moved in and out of my throbbing p***y caused the memory to gradually fade away.

The ray of sun making its way into the room caused my eyes to snap open and I almost screamed my lungs open when I saw that he was still laying beside me and sleeping peacefully.

I have to get out of here before he wakes up.

My breath hitched when he opened his eyes and my eyes widened. I tried to think of something to say but I couldn’t make out anything as I rushed out of the bed and picked my clothes.

“Whatever happened between us last night was a mistake, a very bad mistake, a one night stand that shouldn’t have happened.” I rushed the words out and although he looked confused, he agreed as he also started dressing up.

“Here,” he said as he handed me his card, “call me if you need anything and for the sake of the night we shared, I’d be more than willing to help.” He finished with a smile before walking away from me.

“You don’t have to worry about me!” I called out to him, not like it mattered. I didn’t think I was ever going to need his help so I shoved the card into my bag and also made my way out of the room.

I took a taxi to Noah’s house to get my things and then back to my house to pack the rest of my stuff. There was nothing left here for me, I’d thought that I was loved but I was wrong.

Everyone I thought I loved only used me for their own selfish interest and staying here wouldn’t make me forget about it. I have to leave for the sake of my mentality, I have to go somewhere I won’t have to think about all of this.

I have to go back to my hometown.

Getting in touch with a realtor because I wanted to sell the only property my father left for me, I was told that if the house was sold, I would be sent the money. I thanked the realtor and hung up.

Going back online, I managed to get a transcript from my school because I’d promised myself that no matter what happens, I would never drop out of school.

My father went through a lot to see that he saved enough money for me to go to college and I’m not about to let all of that go to waste.

I finished everything and got into the old truck that my father left me as I started it and drove to the countryside to meet my maternal grandmother.

Bye Zelia, Bye Noah and f**k the both of you.