C1 Chapter ONE

The man's hot breath pressed against my sensitive neck, making me shudder.

My name is Arianna Wilson, and I am twenty-seven years old. I have been single all my life, and this has never bothered me. Ironically, even though I do not have any interest in being with a man, I really want to have a child. Children are such beautiful creatures, and I just want to have a tiny angel of my own.

The opportunity finally came tonight.

I had planned this for months, and I was finally going to execute my plan today. I am currently ovulating, and two trips to the hospital have reassured me that I am as fertile as a rabbit.

I left home and walked right into the Founding Fathers bar. As I walked in, I scanned the entire room for a man who was going to see my sperm donor. Within minutes, my eyes settled on a young man, in his thirties, strikingly handsome. From where I was standing, I could see that I was not the only lady ogling at him.

Anyways, I walked to where he was seated and pulled up a seat next to him.

"Hey, handsome." I called out to him with a smile.

Now that I was close to him, I could see his features clearly. His eyes were blue and glassy, and he bore a striking resemblance with Michael Ealy. Damn, he was fine and sexy!

"Layla, please…..please…." He muttered.

I could see that he was clearly drunk. Well, not completely drunk, but tipsy.

Who the hell was Layla?

As I was still wondering who she was, I heard him speak again, "Please….let's go…I wanna make love to you. Layla, please…"

Immediately I heard those words, I knew that my wishes were about to come true. This was my 'sperm donor'.

I deepened my voice, hoping that it matched Layla's.

"Oh, baby…" I crooned. "It's okay. I'm here…..Layla is here." I said and hugged him.

He pulled me closer to himself and damn, he smelled so good.

"Let's go…" He whispered sexily in my ears. Even though he was pie-eyed, he still got it.

I had no idea where we were going, but I said, "Okay."

He stood up, and I was able to see his height. He was at least 6 ft 3 inches tall. Good, my baby would be a tall boy or girl.

We kept walking and then I realized that he had a room in one of the hotels nearby. It was an exquisite hotel, and as we stood in the elevator, the initial excitement of finding someone who would impregnate me died. Now, I was bothered about losing my virginity.

What if he found out that I was a virgin and did not, you know, proceed?

We got into the room and as soon as the door closed, he began to kiss me. The kiss became intense and I became dizzy with desire. I was intoxicated by his touch and by the rich taste of whiskey on his tongue.

He gently placed me on the bed and undressed me in seconds. I could feel the dripping wetness between my legs. Never in my life had I experienced this kind of desire, not even when I was exploring romantic novels.

This fine, sexy man wrapped my legs around his naked waist, and even though the room was dark, I was able to see the outline of his erection amd it was frighteningly huge.

"Oh, Layla……" He breathed in my ears as he leaned into me, teasing my folds with his dlck.

I found myself tightly grabbing his arms as he kept teasing me. It felt fvcking good!

Without warning, he eased himself sharply into me, and of course, my hymen resisted him.

It was fucking painful, despite the fact that I was dripping wet. I screamed, and he was taken aback.

"Layla, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" He asked me./ Despite his drunken state, he was surprisingly tender.

I could not let him stop. If he did, my plans would be ruined. So, I braced myself for more pain and lied through my teeth. "No, baby… I feel wonderful…."

On hearing this, he smiled and kept thrusting into me, and I did my best to muffle my grunts and moans.

However, I was surprised to see that with each thrust, the pain subsided and I began to feel good. Like, really good. He kept thrusting for a few more minutes, and I wrapped my long legs around his waist, going with the tempo of his thrusts.

With a hoarse shout, he spilled all of his cum into me, and as I felt the warm liquid, I sighed in relief.

I had perfectly executed my plan.

The next morning, I woke up to see that he was still asleep. I endured the soreness all over my body and quietly put on my clothes, preparing to escape. I turned one more time to look at him, and damn, he was one fine man. Looking at this beauty, I solemnly swore in my heart that I would definitely take good care of our child, and let him become a good child who possessed virtue, intelligence, and beauty.

I got back home and freshened up before having coffee with my best friend, Sasha.

"Sasha, congratulations to me. Last night, I succeeded in getting laid. In ten months' time, I will be a mother! Hahaha."

I finished my large cup of coffee in one go, wiped my lips, and proudly showed off my empty cup with satisfaction.

Sasha's eyes widened, "Are you for real? You got laid? You? You went out on a date?" She asked me in shock.

I proudly showed her the hickeys o my neck and chest.

Sasha squealed. "I can't believe it! You got some? You are awesome!"

She fired a barrage of questions at me, "Who is he? Have you done background checks on him? Is he married? Does he have hepatitis B, AIDS, or hereditary diseases?"

I was lost, but quickly spoke. "I am sure he has no diseases. As for his marital status, I really don't care."

Sasha wanted to respond, but she decided not to. We switched topics and started discussing the changes in the company's upper echelons.

"The impact of the client's information leaking this time is massive. I heard that the board of directors has decided to give up on Director Zhang," Sasha said in a low tone.

She had always been well-informed.

"Then who will take the position of Director Miller?"

"A new boss has been assigned to us. It's said that he was poached from one of the top 500 companies. He is just thirty-two years old, and that's really awesome."

"It doesn't matter. He's the boss of a company made of iron. In any case, people like us who are at the level of small managers are dispensable, or aren't we?"

Sasha and I are colleagues, and both of us work for a foreign insurance company. I was in the Actualization Department while she was in the Household Protection Department.

While we were chatting, my mom called me. I excused myself and picked up the phone.

"Are you available? I have something to tell you." My mom asked timidly.

I sighed, "Yes, I'm free. Tell me what it is."

"Your Aunt May has arranged for you a pretty good young man. When are you free? "

As expected, it was another blind date. I wondered how she and my aunt got these men.

"Alright, I am free on the weekend. Let's meet." I agreed very casually. My mother loved to cry and I could not stand her tears.

"Really?" Her tone of pleasant surprise made me suddenly feel a little sad.

She had been divorced from my father for more than ten years. My father was married to his mistress, had a child and he was happy. At a young age, I watched my mother get beaten by my father, watched her kneel on the ground and beg my father to let go of his mistress.

Betrayal, that was the idea of marriage that my parents gave me. Therefore, I didn't trust marriage, neither did I trust men.