Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

"You girls are the best," Rachel said emotionally. "I didn't see this coming, but I truly appreciate this lovely surprise. Thank you, babes."

"Hear, hear," said Brittany, raising her glass with a big grin.

Brittany, the sassy brunette, was the brain behind this surprise party. Being an event planner, she had no problems setting up the little bash within two days with the help of her other friends.

It was Rachel's 28th birthday and she was having the time of her life with her best friends. They'd organized a surprise birthday party for her at The Black Hat.

She hadn't planned anything special for herself for the day. That's why this unexpected get-together made her so happy.

"Fiona, that should be your last drink for tonight, 'cause we don't want a drunk woman driving all of us home," said Rachel to her blond friend.

"Who says I'm driving? Everybody is doing Uber tonight. Don't kill my vibe, girl."

Everyone laughed. It felt good to just let loose like this and have fun, especially on a Friday night. What an exciting way to ring in the weekend.

The four friends sat at one of the VIP lounges in the club, enjoying their drinks and occasionally gyrating to the upbeat music booming from the loudspeakers. Each of the ladies was successful in her own right and they'd all been friends since high school.

Rachel Lane, the birthday girl, was a part-time dance instructor who teaches ballet to little children at her brother's dance studio, and she was also a lifestyle YouTuber with over 200,000 subscribers.

Brittany James was married to an engineer and has an adorable toddler son named Jason. Leticia Silva owned a thriving restaurant and was in a long-term relationship with an older guy named Ben Williams. Fiona Atkins was an accomplished realtor who is mostly single but never shies away from a random hookup with an attractive guy.

Rachel was the only one in the group who was eternally single, after swearing off relationships when her last boyfriend broke her heart nearly two years ago when he cheated on her and married the other woman within three months. They'd dated for three years and he'd featured in some of her highest-grossing YouTube videos, so she'd had to keep those videos up on her channel even though it broke her heart to watch them and see how happy they'd been. Fiona had once suggested to her that she should take down the videos, but she'd said no. Yes, the videos always broke her heart, but they were still raking in good coins into her bank account. So... they'll stay up. End of story! "You know what, I think we should have gotten a cake," said Brittany the redhead. "How is Rachel supposed to make her birthday wish now?"

"I don't need a cake to make a wish," Rachel scoffed playfully. "I can do it over a round of margaritas."

"I like the sound of that," Leticia giggled. "Let's do it. Where are those waiters?"

Rachel looked around to see if she could find a waiter nearby to call, but the club was so crowded tonight and it seemed as if all of the waiters were stretched thin, attending to multiple tables.

"You know what, I'll go to the bar and fetch our drinks," said Rachel, getting up.

"Oh, no, no, no," Fiona protested. "You're the birthday girl, so you stay here and I'll go get the drinks."

"It's ok, Fiona. I'll go get them," Rachel insisted. "I can't risk you going over there and flirting with the barman, and keeping us waiting here. Thank you, but no, thanks."

"You know me so well, my friend," laughed Fiona. "All right then, if you insist. But don't take too long."

"Sure thing," said Rachel.

She stepped out of the VIP lounge with a happy smile on her face. She's having such a great time with her friends, she can't imagine anything more exciting happening tonight. What a way to celebrate her twenty-eighth year on earth!

*******

Derek Fraser had experienced many successes in his career and one would expect that by now, he should be used to it, but he wasn't.

The rush of adrenalin that coursed through his body after sealing a good deal was still there, and so was that buzzing of excitement in his gut when he landed another massive account for his burgeoning business empire.

This feeling of satisfaction was what drove him to keep pushing himself to do more, to keep pushing his limits. Money had never been his motivation, not when he'd always had an abundance of it, coming from a wealthy family.

His motivation had always been the thrill of success, and as long as he had that, his billion-dollar conglomerate would continue to expand.

He'd come to The Black Hat to celebrate his latest win with his best friend, Jonah Branson, but his pal had flaked on him at the last minute for some obscure reason.

Undeterred, Derek had decided to have a solo celebration, but he was now regretting that decision because the club was packed and even the VIP lounges were all taken. The club owner had offered to clear up a lounge for him, but he'd declined.

He would just sit here at the bar and enjoy his Martini, then maybe call Carrie, his current flame, and ask if she'd like to spend the night with him.

"Hi, can I get four margaritas?"

Derek turned to the left where the voice came from, and he came face-to-face with a stunning auburn-haired lady with grey-green eyes.

She wasn't his usual spec (he preferred skinny blonds with long legs like runway models), but there was something... fresh and exciting about this buxom chick with the perfectly rounded bum. There was some kind of bubbly energy about her that he found attractive.

"Kim Kardashian, is that you?" he asked her with a grin.

She turned to look at him and then grinned when she realized that he was speaking to her. "Nice try, Romeo. How many ladies have you scored with that line?" "Zero."

Rachel laughed. "I'm not surprised. I mean, Kim Kardashian? Really?"

"She's pretty," said Derek with a shrug. "And she's got dark hair like you. Most times, that is."

Rachel laughed again, seeing that this handsome guy with sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and sexy stubble was doing the most just to get her attention in this noisy dig.

She knew he had an arsenal of hot pickup lines, but he'd chosen a goofy one because he must have sensed that she bed with goofy stuff.

"But, if I'm being totally honest," he continued. "You are way prettier than her, and that's the truth."

"Easy on the sugar, Romeo, or you're going to give me diabetes," laughed Rachel, thoroughly enjoying this playful banter with the gorgeous stranger.

Derek laughed heartily and it surprised him. He'd never met a woman who made him laugh before. All the women he knew and had been with were always so serious, so he'd assumed that it was one of the qualities of the female gender. What a refreshing discovery this lady was.

"It's Derek. Derek Fraser," he said, extending his hand to her for a shake.

"Rachel Lane," she said, shaking his hand. "It's been nice, sharing a laugh with you, Derek. I wish I could stay and chat some more, but my friends are waiting for me."

"Oh, that's sad. It would have been nice to just sit here and get to know one another," said Derek, soulfully. "You could get a waiter to send their drinks to them."

"Nah, that won't be nice. It's my birthday and they brought me here tonight to celebrate with me. I can't just abandon them in the lounge, you know." "Wow. Happy birthday to you!"

"Thanks," she beamed. "I've got to go," she said when the barman pushed the tray of Margaritas towards her.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Rachel."

"Ditto," she said, amazed that she felt a little bit sad at the prospect of simply walking away from what could have been the start of a great friendship. When she returned to the lounge to join her friends, Fiona was the first one to grill her about her bar escapade.

"Please, tell me you got his number," she said after Rachel had finished telling them about her moment with Derek.

"He didn't ask for mine," said Rachel with a shrug.

"Then he's available for the taking!" Fiona said and hopped on her feet.

"No, he's not," Rachel said quickly. "Sit down, Fiona. I'll be right back."

Rachel left her friends in the lounge and made her way back to the bar. Perhaps her dry spell was about to come to an end tonight.