and Grace glanced around the room to see the rest of the Dirty Fuckers were also in a similar state of undress.
Their backs were to them, and she saw their leather pants.
Suddenly, the center male spun around, and she saw Drake with a microphone.
“Hey, baby,” he said, pointing at her. “So, I didn’t want you to have a stripper, and there’s only one woman I want to see naked, and that’s you, honey. This is for you.”
Music started up, and Grace didn’t care about the other men. She only had eyes for her man, and she chuckled as all the men started to remove their clothes, swinging their hips, and teasing the crowd.
Cora rushed up to the stage, whistling at her man.
Grace stayed seated as she watched Drake move toward her but dance, removing clothes as he did.
“I wouldn’t budge on the dancer,” Chloe said, leaning in close. “This was the only thing I’d settle for.”
“Where’s Richard?” Grace asked.
“He’s working tonight. Don’t worry, this is your night, and I can see him at any time.” Chloe patted her shoulder. “This is fun, right?”
“Right.”
She turned her attention back to Drake only to find him a few feet away. Kissing Chloe’s cheek, she made her way toward her man, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Hey, baby,” he said.
“Hey, Drake.”
He started to dance with her, and she loved it.
“Are you having cold feet?”
“Not a chance. What about you? You’re more likely to have cold feet than me?”
“I’d have been married to you already if you weren’t so desperate to have a church wedding.” He placed his hand on her butt, pulling her against him. She felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” she said. There was no point hiding what they had created together.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It’s not something that you have to worry about. Well, it might be something you have to worry about, but I think that’s expected with what we’ve done.”
He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “I can’t fix whatever problem you are having until you tell me what the problem is.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
“I’m pregnant.” She looked down at her stomach. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Drake stared into her eyes then down at her stomach. “You’re pregnant?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“We’re going to have a baby?” he asked.
She chuckled. “We’re pregnant, and we’re going to have a baby.”
He screamed out, shouting from the top of his lungs the news.