Page 1 of Secret Baby with My One Timer

Chapter 1

Oliver

“I need to celebrate,” I bellow the moment I shut the door to my best friend’s condo.

I’ve lived with Oscar Bridge, Nate Sinclair, and Connor French since I left my home near Boston and became a rookie for the New York Stars hockey team.

“He’s signed a two million dollar contract,” Nate shouts.

Finally, that gets Oscar’s and Connor’s attention. “Fuck, we need to celebrate.”

“That’s what I said, asshole.” I grin. “What’s the plan?”

“The club on twelfth will be a wild night,” Nate slumps onto the couch, throwing his feet onto the coffee table before Connor kicks them off.

“It’ll also be full of people who know us,” Oscar replies, handing me a glass of whiskey. “Congrats.” Oscar signed his own deal a year ago, so he knows how I’m feeling. “I know a place.”

I take a sip of the amber liquid, feeling the heat as it flows down my throat. “Private?”

“Very private.”

“I want some pussy,” Connor says.

“How about a sex club?” Oscar replies.

“I’m not paying for a hooker,” Connor retorts.

“How about a virgin?” Oscar grins.

Nate chuckles. “In a fucking sex club? Get real, Osc.”

“It’s legit. Tomorrow night is the next virgin auctions at Club X in the Hunter Valley.”

“And you’d know,” Nate says.

“You know it’s my father’s club.”

“What the hell?” Connor yells. “Then why are we still here?”

Oscar laughs. “It’s only once a month. On the first Saturday, there’s a virgin auction with at least ten girls selling themselves for the night, or for a weekend. Sometimes the girl will tell you what she wants, sometimes you’ll bid and add your request.”

“I can’t afford to bid,” I say. “I earn a decent salary, but not good enough to give away enormous sums of money. But I’m happy to have a night out where nobody knows who we are. It’ll be interesting to see how much we get hit on.”

“What was your signing on bonus?” Oscar asks. “You could spend some of it?”

“Two hundred thousand,” I murmur, wondering if I want to spend the kind of money I expect goes along with the auctions when I can go to the club on twelfth and pick up someone for the price of a few drinks.

Oh, fuck it!

“Get us into your father’s club and we’ll have a night out in peace.” Not getting hit on by puck bunnies will be a pleasant change.

Oscar jumps up, slaps his palm onto my shoulder. “Done.”

Oscar got us VIP entry into the club and gave us the full speech on the rules. Mainly hands-off the girls with the black masks. They’re the girls who are in the virgin auctions tonight.

“With these beauties, we can pretend we’re anyone,” Oscar taps on the side of his mask. VIP entry also got us gold masks. “I’m going to be a high-flying lawyer tonight.”

“It suits you. You’re an asshole,” Connor quips as his eyes roam from Oscar’s face to a girl. She’s around five seven with her heels and wearing a short, gold, lacy dress with strategically placed patterns to obscure her breasts and between her legs. It’s completely backless, and the fabric on the backside is so sheer there’s no point to it being there.

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