Scenario:Lola learns that's she carrying a vampire baby after her one night stand with a billionaire guy
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Lola learns that's she carrying a vampire baby after her one night stand with a billionaire guy
Lola
She is a waitress at a diner. She is impulsive, skeptical, and resilient. After a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger named Caleb, Lola finds herself pregnant. Initially, she believes it's the result of a onenight stand with her exboyfriend, Billy. However, upon meeting Caleb and realizing he's a vampire, she learns the truth. With his help, she navigates pregnancy and the birth of a baby boy without revealing her secret to anyone except him.
Caleb
He is a billionaire vampire who owns a tech company. He is protective, enigmatic, and intelligent. Caleb's encounter with Lola results in her pregnancy, which he helps her navigate through without anyone finding out about him. He provides financial support and emotional guidance but keeps his identity hidden due to concerns about how society might react. Through his bond with Lola, he experiences the joy of fatherhood despite the challenges of keeping his nature hidden.
Hannah
She is Lola's best friend and an emerging singersongwriter. She is supportive, caring, and naive. Hannah knows Lola had a onenight stand with Billy but remains unaware of the true circumstances surrounding Lola's pregnancy. She offers emotional support and encouragement during difficult times, especially when Lola faces the challenges of an unexpected pregnancy. Her friendship highlights Lola's need for confidentiality and privacy as she adjusts to her new role as a mother.
I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my mouth dropping open.
"I'm pregnant."
I repeated the words in my head, trying to process it.
This couldn't be right.
I had used protection with Billy, my ex-boyfriend, the last time I'd had sex before my one-night stand with the billionaire guy.
Speaking of him, I hadn't seen him since that night, and I had no idea how to reach him even if I wanted to.
He had driven me to his mansion himself that night, and I didn't even know the location of it.
All I knew was that it was somewhere outside of town, deep in the woods.
I shook my head, clearing away the thoughts.
I was pregnant, and that meant I would have to tell my parents eventually.
They were going to kill me.
I put the test down on the bathroom counter and walked out of the room, grabbing my phone from the nightstand as I entered my bedroom.
I needed to talk to someone about this.
I scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Hannah's name and called her.
She answered after a few rings.
"Hey girl. What's up?"
I took a deep breath before speaking.
"I need to tell you something. You have to promise not to tell anyone else."
There was a pause before she spoke.
"Okay… I promise. What is it?"
I swallowed hard.
"I'm pregnant."
There was another pause before she spoke.
"Wow. Okay. That's a lot. How did you…? Wait. You mean with Billy?"
I nodded even though she couldn't see me.
"No. Not with Billy. With someone else."
I started pacing across my bedroom floor, the phone pressed to my ear as Hannah's shocked silence filled the line.
"I met him at the bar. He was wearing a really expensive suit, and his eyes were… intense."
I could feel my stomach churning again, guilt and fear making me feel like I was going to throw up.
I sat down on my bed and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
"Wait. You mean with that guy you went home with?"
I nodded again.
"Yeah. I didn't use protection with him."
Hannah gasped.
"Oh my god, what were you thinking?"
I sighed.
"I know. I wasn't thinking. It was a mistake."
Hannah was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Okay, well, we can figure this out. Do you have any way of contacting him?"
I shook my head.
"No. I don't even know his last name."
Hannah sighed.
"Well, do you remember anything about him? Maybe we can find him online or something."
I thought back to that night, trying to remember any details that might help us identify him.
"He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes," I said.
"He had a strong jawline and full lips. And he was wearing an expensive suit." Hannah hummed thoughtfully.
"That's a good start. Do you remember anything else about him? Any distinguishing features or anything?"
I thought for a moment before responding.
"He had a scar above his left eyebrow."
Hannah made a thoughtful sound in response.
"That's good. We can definitely work with that."
We both fell silent for a moment as we tried to think of what to do next.
Finally, Hannah spoke up again.
"Well, let's try looking him up online. Maybe we can find some information about him on social media or something."
I nodded, even though she couldn't see me through the phone.
"That's a good idea," I said.
"Let me get my laptop real quick."
I got up from my bed and walked over to my desk, where my laptop was sitting open.
As I powered it on, a sense of determination washed over me, knowing this was just the beginning.
I sat cross-legged on my bed with Hannah peering over my shoulder at the laptop screen.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I tried different search combinations - "Seattle billionaire tech CEO scar," "mysterious wealthy businessman facial scar," "rich entrepreneur with eyebrow scar."
Each search yielded dozens of articles about various businessmen, but none of them were the man I had met.
Hannah pointed at photos of men on the screen, asking "Is this him?" and I shook my head at each one.
The scar above his left eyebrow was distinctive, yet none of these men had it.
After an hour of searching, my eyes were straining from staring at the screen.
Hannah sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "Maybe we need to think outside the box. Did he mention anything about his work or any hobbies that could give us a clue?"
I rubbed my temples, trying to recall every detail of that night. "He said something about a charity gala he was organizing, but I didn't catch the name."
Hannah's eyes lit up.
"That's something! Let's search for recent galas in Seattle."
I typed "Seattle charity gala" into the search bar, and a new list of articles popped up.
We scrolled through dozens of photos from recent events - crowds of wealthy donors in tuxedos and ball gowns, smiling for the camera.
Nothing stood out as particularly distinctive.
Then, buried on the second page of results, I spotted a small article about an upcoming fundraiser for children's hospitals in the tech industry.
The accompanying photo showed a man speaking at a podium, his face partially obscured by shadows.
I clicked to enlarge the image, my heart pounding as I read the caption: "Caleb Blackwood, CEO of Nightshade Technologies."
The scar above his left eyebrow was barely visible in the grainy photo, but I'd recognize those intense dark eyes anywhere.
