Billionaire Baby Daddy

AlexandraThis was my first time in the bustling city of Las Vegas. The radiant colored lights shone and illuminated every path on the streets such that it was a blend of streets with variant colors. Sitting on the window side of the train was worth it. From watching the tall grasses of the countryside to reaching the low grasses and then the cheerful light of the city. I traced the pace of the train with my hand as we rode through the city of Las Vegas.Party clothes, business clothes, night street clothes, people of different skin colors, backgrounds, and personalities walked through the streets, all minding their business, oblivious to the moving train. Back home, everyone would stop and stare at the train for a while before moving on with their lives.A blast of music filled the air and ahead we could see a group of ballet dancers spinning through the streets on their toes. Some people stopped to watch them, while the rest moved on like nothing was happening. As we rode past them

ALEXA I had seen him immediately after we came into the club room. His green eyes pierced mine before I sat down. Even as we ate, I wished I had sat where I could look at him directly. “What are you thinking of? Your mind is not here!” Emma yelled into my ear. “You know I can hear you even when you talk slowly?” I raised my eyebrows at her feigning annoyance. “Oh come on! You could barely hear your mom call you even when she shouts and her voice reaches my home!” she yelled again into my ears. I slapped her face away, laughing. “Stop, please. I’m here with us.” “Are you staring at the three men behind us?” she asked to giggle Thank goodness. I wasn’t the only one ogling over hot unreachable men that were a few inches away from us. “How can I stare at them when they are behind me? I don’t have eyes at the back of my hair, girl” I said and sighed into the air. “Oh! But your body moves like it wishes to stare.” Emma giggled again. “You can twitch your head to the side and sta

ALEXAI woke up in a strange bed, with strange smells and strange noises. Not the smell of wet soil and farm house noises I was used to. I was the noise of honking cars and the odor of too many people packed into too little space. I turned around on the silk sheet and saw the indentation on the pillow beside mine and the entire events of the previous night came flooding back to my head. It was a night of many firsts, My twenty-first, my first real trip out of our lazy, country town, my first time at a club and first shot. I smiled at the memory of my friends and our wild night. I felt a wetness between my legs and the events of my blackout revealed itself to me. The broody man, his friends and how we made eyes at each other all night long. We did more than that I remember now. How the girls teased me about him, encouraging me to down the shots so I could talk to him and so I could lose my virginity in sin city. I smelt him all over him and where he spent the night. He wasn't there now.

Alexa.After countless hours of monotonous travel in the bus, the voice on the radio droning on and on. The heat in the unconditioned bus heaping on our misery. The four of us are not speaking to each other. Refusing to make eye contact with each other, refusing to look at where she would have sat. All of us are stuck in our own hell. Imagining the atrocities being committed here. Emma has been looking around trying to spark up conversation, so we could discuss the events of Las Vegas and missing Hazel. I wanted to be out of this terrain so bad. I want to put the events of the past night behind me. This is all a bad dream I said to myself but the migraine pounding on my body and my sore body from being tossed and turned screamed otherwise. I looked out the window to the same horizon I've been looking at for over five hours. Red dust and bare rocks cut through with black asphalt. Not a single plant in sight, everything around for miles was barren plains and rocky outcrops. This place i

AlexaThe ride back home was the longest and most uncomfortable one I have ever had the ill fate of talking. No one talked to each other. The tension was so thick you could taste it. James kept looking over his shoulders to look at us, instead of at us. I found myself wishing we would get into an accident. That would be a coward's escape from having to face the people back home. Emma moved over and reached for my hand. I took and and she squeezed hard, her hands warm and reassuring in mine. I squeezed hers back, hoping to give her the same reassurance I felt with her. “You didn't tell me how last night was,” she whispered.I looked at her, “Not now.” She nodded and went back to being quiet. My mind went back to the handsome stranger I gave myself to last night. My feet tingling at the thought of him. The rush of heat to my face and the roots of my hair at the trail of kisses he left on my neck. I lost myself last night. I let go of the worries of tonight and let the memories wash ove