The music thumps in my ears as I make my way through the crowded club towards my office at the back. A blonde wearing the tiniest yellow dress I have ever seen pushes her tits up against me as I squeeze past. I shake my head at her and walk on by. She’s not my type, but perhaps twelve months ago, I might have taken her to my office for a quick fuck. However, I have no interest in any woman other than the feisty redhead upstairs, who I hope is being fucked by my older brother right now, because I need the two of them to work their shit out.
I’ve missed her these past two days. It was nice having her all to myself for a while, but I love the way she is with my brothers. She makes all of us happier and easier to be around. She makes our home a much better place, adding something that none of us even realized was missing. I realize I’ve got a goofy grin on my face from thinking about her, when one of my bouncers approaches me and asks me what I’m so happy about.
“What?” I shake my head and remember that I’m supposed to be a tough guy down here.
“I said what are you so happy about?” Chester asks.
“Nothing that you need to concern yourself with. What’s up?”
Chester signals that we should go into my office and we walk the few yards to it and step inside, where we can hear each other better.
“So?” I frown.
“We got some girl out front demanding to get in here to see you, is all.”
“You recognize her?”
“No. But she’s tall. Brunette. Your usual type,” he says with a shrug. “At least, she used to be.”
My frown turns to a scowl now. “Why didn’t you just let her in anyway?” I ask. I don’t know who she is and I don’t particularly want to see her, but if she’s my previous usual type, then she would have no problem getting into this club.
Chester looks down at his feet for a split second before he answers me. “Well, here’s the thing. We couldn’t let her in ‘cause she’s got a kid with her.”
“A kid?”
“In a stroller,” he nods.
I have no idea what’s going on and I don’t like being blindsided like this. “Did she give a name?” I ask him.
“No, Boss,” he shakes his head. “She just said that you’d recognize her, and…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he just looks at me with a strange expression on his face.
“And what, Chester? For fuck’s sake! Stop talking in riddles.”
“She kinda nodded her head to the kid, you know? Like you’d recognize him?”
“What the fuck?” I snarl, wracking my brains to think of any woman I’ve slept with in the past few years who I could have knocked up. But I can’t. I always use protection, at least until Jessie. But Chester is right. Brunettes used to be my type, and while I didn’t ever take many up to the apartment in recent years, I certainly indulged in my fair share of brief encounters in my office. But I was always super careful. I always used a condom. And I always disposed of it myself. “How old was he? The kid?”
“I dunno. A baby still. Maybe one?”
“Fuck, Chester! This is all I need.”
“She’s probably just trying it on, Boss. After some greenback to make her disappear quietly. I told her to take a hike, but she’s starting to make a scene.”
“Take her around the back and tell her I’ll meet her there,” I say with a sigh.
“Want me to come with her?”
“No. I’ll handle it myself,” I snap.
Chester nods and walks out of my office and I pour myself a whiskey and knock it back, enjoying the liquid warming my throat on its way down. Whoever the hell this woman is, I’m convinced that it’s not my kid she has with her.
A few minutes later, I step into the alleyway behind the club, pulling the collar of my jacket up against my neck in the icy wind. The mystery woman is standing waiting for me, complete with kid in a stroller. It’s after midnight and there isn’t much light back here, so I have to strain my eyes to see her. Chester was right. She has long dark hair, big tits and a pretty face and is exactly the kind of woman I used to fuck around with, but I have never seen this one before in my life. And I have never been wasted enough to fuck someone I wouldn’t remember. So, who the hell is she and what the hell does she want with me?
