Z-Ford City
Lord Letters Bar
The noise in the bar was deafening, the air thick with the beat. Lights flashed in a dizzying rainbow as guys and girls packed the dance floor, moving and grinding, letting all their inhibitions go.
A figure weaved through the crowd, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. She looked like she was in her early twenties, more like a college student.
Her name was Renee Avery, and she was almost overwhelmed by the noise as soon as she walked in.
With an air of innocence still clinging to her, she was clearly, painfully out of place.
It was her first time in such a place, and it took her several minutes to get used to it.
Just yesterday at this time, she had used an ovulation test strip and found out she would be ovulating in the next 24-48 hours, which meant now!
Yes, she had come to this place today to have a baby.
She knew the "old man" at home certainly couldn't get her pregnant. Besides, he had left her for an entire year, so she had to find someone else to have a child.
While this pregnancy was a matter of necessity, not desire, no mother wants her child to be plain. And so, she had to look at the right target.
Renee bit her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes scanning every man around her. Then, a man sitting at the bar caught her eye.
Because he was sitting sideways, Rene could only see his profile.
But just that profile was enough to make Rene's heart flutter!
He had a strikingly sculpted face, with a high-bridged nose and thin lips. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyes, giving him an almost ethereal look. He looked like he might be of mixed heritage.
A sapphire blue earring in his left ear sparkled brilliantly under the light, captivating anyone who glanced at it.
Renee took a deep breath, feeling as if her heart might leap out of her chest. It was her first time doing something like this, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Mimicking the way upperclassmen at school would flirt with younger students, she lightly tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi!"
The man turned to face her. If his profile had been enough to stop her heart, seeing him head-on was simply lethal. He was handsome to an incurable degree.
And his eyes, a pair of pale blue were utterly mesmerising.
Renee was so absorbed in admiring his good looks that she momentarily froze.
"Why are you late?!" The man sounded both anxious and annoyed. He stood up abruptly, grabbed Renee's wrist, and started walking out. Renee had no idea what was happening!
All she knew was that the man's grip was incredibly strong, almost breaking under the pressure.
The man led her directly to the neighbouring hotel, seemingly well-prepared. He headed straight to the presidential suite on the third floor, swiping a key card to open the door in one smooth motion.
As soon as they entered, the man pulled off his white T-shirt, revealing his honey-toned chest.
Renee Avery gasped. This man's physique was incredible! His broad chest, perfectly defined muscles, and not an ounce of excess fat, all of it was flawless. His body was as enchanting as his face, especially with those tempting abs.
This man wasn't just a pretty face; his entire being was a work of art!
She almost had a nosebleed!
The man had taken off his T-shirt and was now unbuckling his belt. Julia Avery's eyes widened as she realised she was about to see more than she bargained for. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further. "Wait a minute!"
The man raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes looking down at her." What's the matter?"
"Isn't this a bit too fast ?" Renee's cheeks flushed as she gave an awkward smile.
"Fast? Too fast?" The man looked her over. Her delicate face was tinged with a rosy blush, and the more he looked at her, the more embarrassed she became, quickly averting her gaze.
"Oh, I forgot. We should probably start with some foreplay," the man said, dropping his hand from his belt and walking into the bedroom. "Say what you want."
He turned on the bedroom light, and Renee timidly followed him inside. It was only then, in the quiet of the room, that the man began to truly observe Renee.
She had a classic oval face, a little slender with a pointed chin and a touch of natural baby fat on her cheeks, adding to her charm. Cute, delicate, the kind of person who was simply pleasant to look at. Under her arched eyebrows were a pair of clear, limpid eyes, like polished obsidian, sparkling with an enchanting light.
Her long, fluttering eyelashes were incredibly captivating. It was just... wasn't her chest a little on the small side? It was the man's first time, too, but that hardly meant he was clueless. He'd listened to that loudmouth Lionel Gonzalez on about women often enough. He might not have direct experience, but he certainly knew the theory. He knew some of the evaluation criteria for women who were going to get involved with a man!
"That rascal Lionel Mendez, he promised to find a top-notch, but it looks like he kept the best for himself!" the man muttered.
"Huh? What did you say?" Renee hadn't caught what he mumbled.
"Never mind. Weren't you trying to flirt? Why are you just standing there? Say something! The man's voice was commanding, exuding an air of superiority.
Perhaps he had every right to be that way.
His name was Kenneth Butler.
In Yorkshire City, this name was well-known to many. He was the founder and current CEO of Obsidian Empire, a dominant figure who held immense power and influence.
The legendary Kenneth Butler was a genius gamer who built his empire from the ground up through games. The games he created almost monopolised the entire market. Later, Obsidian Empire rapidly expanded, branching out from gaming into various industries, which significantly boosted Kenneth's wealth.
At just twenty-six years old, he was one of the wealthiest individuals not only in the country but also internationally. However, he never appeared in public, and no one had ever seen him.
Renee swallowed hard. "Um, I have just one request today."
"Speak!" Kenneth Butler sounded a bit impatient.
"Don't use a condom."
Hearing this, Kenneth Butler's jaw nearly dropped to the floor! Lionel had been very clear about this: he must use a condom!
For one thing, given his special status, it would be a nightmare if an accidental pregnancy occurred. For another, you never know about the kind of women who hang around in places like this; a lot of them aren't exactly clean. Catching some kind of disease would be a disaster.
"Because..." Renee hesitated. She didn't want to reveal her plan to have a baby. She just wanted to get pregnant quietly, without any complications.
"If you don't tell me, I won't touch you today!" Kenneth Butler's gaze turned icy. Renee really didn't want to miss this opportunity. Where else could she find such good genes if she let this slip away?
She took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Because I want to have a baby!" Kenneth Butler was stunned once again. This woman looked barely in her twenties, and she wanted to have a baby? Was she out of her mind?
"Why?"
"Don't worry! I won't bother you at all! I'll raise the child myself! It won't have anything to do with you!" Renee quickly promised, her voice full of determination.