Two

~~Jay~~

The hallway to the VIP suites in the club was dimly lit, smelling of leather, cologne, and sin.

I staggered down it beside the stranger whose name I still didn’t know and for some reason, that made it hotter. There was something primal in the air, electric. Or maybe that was just the tequila still kicking my brain around like a soccer ball.

I barely remember the bouncer nodding as the stranger flashed a sleek black card. Door unlocked. Lights low. Music muffled behind the walls.

I should’ve turned around.

Instead, I pushed him against the wall. I pushed a man like me into the fucking wall.

He didn’t resist. He grabbed my hips, slammed me back, and kissed me like I owed him rent. My pulse raced. My brain screamed. My pants? Already halfway unzipped.

“This is a mistake,” I muttered into his mouth. Getting back to my sense but….

“Then let’s make it twice.” The delicious stranger made me want him more, I want a man like me. This shit is crazy.

He spun me around, kicked the door shut with his boot, and we stumbled toward the bed like two drunk wolves. Clothes flew, my shirt landed on a lamp. His belt clanked to the floor. I was laughing…. half from nerves, half from the absurdity of it all.

And then he touched me. He touched my dick and heaven it became hard instantly, I have never be this hard my whole life.

Every thought I had about “not doing guys” disintegrated like paper in fire.

His hands were rough but careful, his mouth hot and skilled. He took his time, teasing like he knew exactly how to make me squirm. I tried to stay cocky, but it melted with every drag of his tongue down my stomach. My brain just short-circuited.

He kissed me like he owned me.

And when I gasped something like, “You better not tell anyone,” he grinned and said, “You won’t even remember my name.”

The sex was… wild.

Hot, messy, hands-everywhere kind of wild. I’d never felt so taken in my life like my body wasn’t mine for the night, and somehow that felt right. Dangerous, stupid, reckless and right.

We didn’t even make it under the sheets. Pillows fell. Headboard slammed. My back arched. I may have begged at one point. Not proud. Not ashamed either.

Then everything went black.

Either from the orgasm or the tequila or both. But one thing was certain he came multiple times in my butthole.

The Morning After

Sunlight punched me in the face like it had a grudge.

I groaned, rolling over bad idea. My entire lower half felt like I’d run a marathon on my ass.

There was a sharp ache somewhere I didn’t want to think about.

“Shit…” I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. My head pounded. My mouth tasted like tequila-flavored sandpaper.

Clothes? Missing.

Dignity? Left the chat.

Then I turned and nearly screamed.

There beside and still asleep next to me.

Was Him. The delicious stranger from last night and heaven forgive, he is a walking angel… absolute perfection, God really did take his time creating him…

The man from last night he was shirtless. Peaceful. Muscles for days. Jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

Oh. My. God. I came back to reality of what actually happened.

I launched off the bed like it was on fire.

“No no no no no no no no no no~~~” I hissed, nearly tripping over his pants on the floor. “I didn’t… I don’t… I got fucked by Batman’s evil twin. WHAT THE HELL?”

He stirred.

And I froze instantly

Don’t wake up. Please lord don’t wake him yet… Stay unconscious. Or better still lord make me invisible or make me vanish . Explode. Anything. At all.

His eyes opened calm, dark, amused. “Morning.”

“MORNING?” I screeched, voice three octaves higher than usual. “Sir, I was… seduced under alcoholic distress! I was clearly raped…!” The great idea popped into my head. Yes I was definitely raped.

He blinked. “You literally said ‘do me.’”

“I was drunk! That doesn’t count!”

“You pulled me into the room.”

“YOU DIDN’T RESIST!”

He just smirked like a villain in a telenovela and stretched like a satisfied cat.

“I want a refund,” I mumbled, grabbing my underwear from the curtain rod. “And a priest. And a lawyer. Possibly a therapist.”

“Want breakfast?”

“GET OUT OF MY LIFE.”

I practically ran into the hallway barefoot, shirtless, and emotionally violated. The bouncers stared I didn’t care. My pride was dead. I left it somewhere between the tequila bottle and round two.

Back in my penthouse later, I collapsed onto the bed face-first.

“That didn’t happen,” I whispered to myself.

Only it did.

And four weeks later?

I was pregnant with his twins.

God help me.

Looking at everyone walking around me in the hospital, I felt… different. Isolated. Like I didn’t belong. I mean, how could I?

I was a pregnant man.

That’s not something that’s ever happened before. Or has it…?

What if the doctor was wrong? What if the results were mixed up? It would be stupid to panic over just one test. Yeah… yeah, I’ll go somewhere else. A second opinion. A third if I have to. Anything to make sure this isn’t some cruel, scientific glitch in the matrix.

I rubbed my stomach like I expected it to respond. Flat. Strong. Still mine. But now it felt foreign like it was hiding something.

I glanced around again. People smiled at each other. A nurse laughed with a patient. A child ran past me giggling, and I flinched.

I headed straight to the car where my driver and assistant were already waiting, both looking far too calm for the life crisis I was currently living.

“Take me to another hospital. Now,” I barked, climbing into the back seat like a man possessed.

My assistant, Elijah, adjusted his glasses and blinked at his tablet. “Sir, you’re already late for your next appointment…”

I whipped my head around so fast my neck almost snapped.

“You did not just say that to a pregnant man,” I growled, eyes narrowing.

He looked at me, confused. “Sir?”

I took a deep breath. Counted to three. Jesus. If I spanked him right now and fired him at the same time, would it count as a federal offense?

“Do as you’re told,” I said through gritted teeth. “Forget the appointment. Drive.”

He hesitated. “But sir, the Minister of Trade—”

“Will still be a minister tomorrow. But I may be pregnant with twins today, Elijah. Priorities!”

That finally shut him up. The car moved. I’m certain he thinks am crazy with my behavior today but who cares…. I’m pregnant for heaven sake…

But after a minute of wild hormonal silence and me dramatically holding my forehead like a tragic K-drama wife, I groaned and changed my mind.

“You know what?” I muttered. “Forget the hospital. Head to the nearest pharmacy.”

Elijah side-eyed me through the mirror. “Pharmacy, sir?”

“Yes, Elijah. I want to pick up some shampoo and a sense of sanity,” I snapped. Can’t he just do ask he was told, he should be great full that he’s still here because if he wasn’t part of my father’s men he would be gone.

Five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of a 24-hour pharmacy.

I stared at the door. I could ask Elijah to go in and get a pregnancy test for me. But then again… he was my father’s man. That meant this news could land straight on the war table in less than 3 hours.

Nope. Couldn’t risk it. That man would go crazy assuming I’d impregnated a girl when my engagement is literally tomorrow.

If only I had impregnated a girl wouldn’t that have been a better experience than being the pregnant one?.

“I’ll go myself,” I muttered, getting out of the car and adjusting my hoodie. Thank God for designer oversized sweatshirts no one could tell I was a national icon and an accidental baby incubator at the same time.

Inside, the pharmacy smelled like mint and quiet regrets. A young nurse stood behind the counter, bored out of her mind until she looked up and saw me in hoodie and shades, looking like a man with either a hangover or a dark secret.

“Hi… how can I help you?” she asked politely.

I cleared my throat, lowered my sunglasses slightly, and leaned on the counter.

“Yes, I need… um… the best pregnancy test. The kind that doesn’t lie.”

She blinked. “Okay. For your partner?”

“My…? Yes. Yes! My girlfriend,” I blurted.

She raised an eyebrow.

“We’re, uh, newly dating. Very fertile woman. A machine, really. Gets pregnant just from breathing wrong.”

I was sweating.

She still stared.

“Anyway, give me the ones that glow in the dark, or sing lullabies, or whatever it is those things do now. Just… premium, please.”

“…Right.” She turned slowly, probably texting her group chat about the suspicious man buying pregnancy tests for his airbender girlfriend.

She handed me a box. “Here you go. Three-pack. Accurate even before a missed period.”

“Fantastic.” I swiped my card so fast the reader blinked in protest. Then I rushed out like I had just robbed the place with vibes.

Back in the car, I clutched the bag like it was national treasure.

Elijah raised an eyebrow again. “Shampoo?”

“Yup,” I said. “Lavender-scented. Don’t sniff it.”

He looked confused.

I didn’t care.

Because I had a plan.

Get home.

Pee on a stick.

And if it came out positive?

No no no no… It definitely won’t be positive.

Positive thoughts, Jay. Positive thoughts.