Impregnated By A Billionaire

The music sounded very loud. Olivia sat alone with her eyes looking straight at her best friend, who was swaying her body to the music.

Olivia smiled, then turned her head to the left. A man was sitting sweetly with women on his right and left. He was about 30 years old, still looked very young, with a suit on.

Another man sitting on another sofa occasionally smiled at his friend, who was busy with his women. His friend only looked occasionally, smiled, and then focused on the flat object he was holding.

Olivia shook her head at the man. "Shameless!" muttered Olivia as she looked at the man surrounded by women.

Olivia gulped down the drink in the glass in one gulp. She had drunk quite a lot tonight. She then looked back at Clara again. The woman was swaying her body more and more vigorously.

Olivia shook her head as her head grew heavier. For a moment, she remembered the reason why she was where she was now.

"Cih! D*mn men!" Olivia covered her face in frustration, remembering her former lover.

Her ex-boyfriend ended the relationship after 2 years of dating. The man who had accompanied her for 2 years chose another woman who he said was better in every way.

What made her sick was that he left after being promoted and transferred to a bigger company in New York City. She was the one who accompanied him from scratch, but another woman was the one enjoying the fruits.

"Arrgghh... d*mn!" said Olivia. She picked up the glass on the table and gulped it down in one gulp.

After a while, Olivia ran her fingers through her hair as it fell over her face. She looked at Clara again, who was still swaying her body. Her vision was getting blurry, and her head was getting heavy.

"Haisshh... sh*t! I'm drunk!" Olivia blinked her eyes repeatedly. A minute later, she imagined the face of Armend, her lover who left and chose another woman. "D*mn, man!" Her gaze then looked at the man surrounded by women.

There were more and more women beside him, not just 2 or 3 but more. One woman even sat on his lap while giving him a drink.

Olivia raised her head to stare at the dim lights and twinkling lights; she smiled sarcastically. "All men are the same, aren't they?" Olivia looked back at the man again.

If he had a girlfriend, she would have been very hurt to see him like that. "Cheap!" said Olivia as the man continued to laugh with the women.

Olivia got up from her seat and staggered. She walked towards the exit with an unsteady gait.

A few moments later.

"Armend is a jerk! Hiks hiks hiks ...." Olivia staggered through the streets that were quite quiet because it was already 1 pm.

Olivia sat limply on the sidewalk, repeatedly blinking her eyes. Looking to the left and right, there were only one or two vehicles passing by on the street.

Olivia blew the hair that covered her face. Then she laughed and burst into tears. "That b*st*rd! D*mn it! I hate you, stupid Armend, you cheap man!" screamed Olivia.

Olivia exhaled harshly, got up from her seat, stood up, and walked to the center of the street. She spread her hands and closed her eyes.

Ckiittt.

Someone got out of his car, grumbling. "She thinks if she dies, Armend will come back like that? What a stupid woman!"

Taakk!

"Aaarrhh!" Olivia cried out, rubbing her head with her eyes still closed. "It hurts!”

"You think dying will solve your problems? You think if you die, Armend will be sad and sorry, huh? He and the woman he chose will be happy to see you die, you fool!" said Clara.

"Claraaa ... hiks ...." Olivia wrapped her arms around Clara.

"Stop crying!" said Clara, releasing Olivia's body. Her forehead wrinkled as she smelled the alcohol from Olivia's mouth. "I told you not to drink too much!"

"D*mn Armend. He betrayed me! I'm so hurt," said Olivia, who did not respond to Clara's words at all. She was sobbing again.

"Armend... d*mn man!" cursed Clara, "I will never forgive you!" said Clara as she embraced, picked up Olivia, and carried her to the car.

30 minutes later.

Clara threw Olivia's body roughly on the bed, adjusted Olivia's position to be comfortable, then covered Olivia. "Finally... tonight you're sleeping here. Okay? I still have to meet Davin at the nightclub," Clara said.

However, Clara's words were not responded to at all. Olivia instead turned around.

"I assume, okay," said Clara. She turned around and left the hotel room she had booked.

Not long after, a man suddenly entered and approached Olivia, who was lying down.

***

"LUCAS?" called a 30-year-old man, "COME BACK, IT'S ALREADY NIGHT!" He deliberately shouted so that his best friend and boss would hear him. The music sounded so loud that it was impossible to speak in a normal tone.

"HAH? WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?" asked the man she was talking to. The man had two women on his right and left, while one was sitting on his lap.

"WE HAVE TO GO BACK, MY MOTHER HAS BEEN WAITING FOR ME SINCE EARLY," the man named Brandon yelled back.

"COME ON. WHAT TIME IS IT? ONE MORE HOUR, OK?" he shouted as the music grew louder and louder throughout the room.

"OK, ONE MORE HOUR AND THEN WE GO HOME," Brandon said.

Lucas smiled and nodded, bringing his index finger and thumb together in an O shape.

"Babe, I'm thirsty," Lucas said to the woman next to him.

"Wait a minute, babe," the woman to his left replied.

The woman smiled, took the bottle, poured it into a glass, and then handed it to Lucas.

"Thanks, Babe," Lucas said, smiling. He nodded his head to the music again.

Brandon just smiled, shook his head, and refocused on the rectangular screen he was holding.

An hour later.

"LUCAS? ONE HOUR AGO, WE'RE GOING HOME, IT'S ALREADY VERY LATE," Brandon said again.

Lucas sat back, put his head back with his eyes closed. His head already felt very dizzy and heavy from drinking too much.

"Babe, I have to go. Tomorrow we meet again, okay?" Lucas said to the women on his left and right, as well as the woman on his lap.

"Promise? You have to come back here tomorrow!" said the woman on his lap. "I'll miss you so much."

Brandon let out a long breath. He got up from his seat and stepped towards Lucas, "Can you wake up? Can't you see my friend is semi-conscious?" Brandon spoke to the woman still sitting on Lucas' lap.

"Phew!" The woman turned her face away and smiled sarcastically.

"Please..." Brandon pleaded.

"Tsk!" The woman got up from her seat and stood next to Brandon.

Brandon bent down to help the semi-conscious Lucas get up. He struggled to get up and stood while carrying Lucas, about to lead him out of the club.

Tap, tap, tap.

"DON'T FORGET TO COME BACK TOMORROW!" shouted a woman who had been sitting to Lucas's right.

Lucas turned his head and smiled with his eyes almost closed. "OK," he said, bringing his index finger and thumb together to form an O. Then pointed at the women accompanying him.

"We're not coming back tomorrow!" said Brandon, as he led Lucas towards the exit.

Continued

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Brandon.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lucas replied softly as he held his head, which felt heavy.

"Here are the keys. I'll pick you up in the morning," Brandon said, handing Lucas the room key.

"What key is this? Are you sure you asked me to stay here? Isn't there a better room? Is this... a key?" Lucas asked.

"This is the only hotel that still has rooms available. Never mind, it's just for tonight. You sleep and when you wake up we go back to New York," said Brandon.

"And you?" asked Lucas.

"I miss my parents. I'm going to see them for a while."

"Okay... Whatever," Lucas replied. He turned around and walked toward the elevator, leaving Brandon behind.

Not long after, Lucas stood in front of the room. He held his head several times, which felt heavy, and his eyes were blurry.

Lucas then inserted the key into the door, struggling to move it right