Two hot guys

In a room elegantly adorned with a sophisticated blend of purple, black, and white, two women were engaged in a heated conversation.

One, with disheveled black hair, was sprawled across the bed, occasionally sitting up to speak with her companion. The other, a blonde, had her hair neatly pinned back, allowing her to apply makeup with precision.

"So, you just left without saying anything?" Emily, the black-haired woman, exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief.

Sitting upright on the bed, Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Amelia serious? She stared at her friend, whose irritated expression spoke volumes.

"Yes, I had to leave," Amelia replied, her tone laced with frustration.

Emily, unable to hold back her exasperation, asked, "Do you even realize who you were with? The CEO of Taylor's Holdings! And everything was going well until…what exactly happened?"

Amelia rolled her eyes, shrugging as if dismissing the entire encounter. "Trust me, I wasn't looking for an excuse to run. He was arrogant, sure, being a CEO is a red flag on its own. But I stuck around until he dropped the bomb."

"What bomb?" Emily pressed, her voice tinged with annoyance at Amelia 's vague answers.

Amelia took a deep breath, her irritation clear as she responded, "He said he wants three kids. Three, Emily! Can you believe that?"

Emily's mouth fell open in shock. "He actually said that? Does he think you're just some baby factory? You're only just getting married, for heaven's sake!"

"Exactly! I thought the same thing," Amelia replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She turned back to the mirror, carefully applying her eyelashes. "At first, when he mentioned needing a child, I considered it. He's a CEO, after all. But three kids? That's insane!"

As Amelia finished her makeup, she turned to emphasize her point. "Babe, my life flashed before my eyes when he said that. I swear he smirked. I'm convinced he did it on purpose."

"Maybe it was just a mistake," Emily offered, her tone softening as she realized why Amelia had walked out.

"I don't even care anymore. I'll just tell my mom that my boyfriend and I broke up. I'll find someone else and introduce him when the time comes," Amelia said, her tone now more resigned.

"You'd better hurry before she gets too ill," Emily said with a small laugh. "At this rate, I don't see you getting married in the next ten years if you keep these preferences."

Emily's voice grew serious as she continued, "You know your mom's health isn't great. That's why she's so desperate to see you settled down before she passes. If you don't get married before she dies, she'll feel unfulfilled."

"I don't understand why she's so fixated on this," Amelia said, her voice tinged with sadness. "I've told her I don't want to marry. I don't believe in soulmates or sharing my life with someone else. But because of her, I'm forcing myself to find a 'perfect match.'"

"Who's going to marry a woman who doesn't believe in love or commitment?" Emily mused. "Even the CEO must be out of his mind."

"No, he's not," Amelia muttered, her thoughts drifting back to the date. "He actually shares the same philosophy as me. I found someone who gets it, and I just walked away?"

Realization hit Amelia hard as she stared at Emily, trying to convince herself as much as her friend. "What's three kids, anyway? It's not that bad, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," Emily nodded, trying to reassure her. But then Amelia 's expression changed again, her face dropping into her hands.

"No, I can't do it. It's terrifying," she groaned. "He must be a monster."

Emily sighed, seeing the turmoil in Amelia 's eyes. Rising from the bed, she walked over to the wardrobe, rifling through clothes. "Let's just get ready for the club. We need to have some fun and forget about this mess."

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"Emily, is my makeup okay? Not too much, right?" Amelia asked as they stepped out of the car, heading toward the red-light district club, nestled within the city.

"If you keep obsessing over how you look, you might as well marry the first guy you hook up with tonight," Emily teased, her tone playful as they made their way down the street.

"Harsh. I'm not about to marry some stalker or rapist as the father of my child," Amelia shot back, laughing as they reached the club's entrance.

After showing their IDs, they pushed through the crowded entrance, bodies moving in rhythm with the pulsating music. Emily navigated through the throng with ease, with Amelia following closely behind.

"Let's just have fun tonight and forget about all our worries!" Amelia shouted over the loud music, her voice a blend of excitement and desperation as she swayed to the beat.

They made their way to the bar, ordering drinks to loosen up. As they danced, they let the rhythm carry away their anxieties, losing themselves in the music and the moment.

A few minutes later, they were back at the bar, their drinks in hand. The ice cubes clinked against the glass as they swirled their cocktails.

"You know what?" Emily began, her gaze fixed on Amelia . "I honestly don't think you can handle three kids."

"Why?" Amelia laughed, taking a sip of her drink. She paused, a puzzled look crossing her face.

"This drink tastes weird," she muttered, glancing around the club suspiciously.

"We couldn't even last an hour on the dance floor without getting tired. We're getting old, weak, and stressed out. We're practically growing white hair already," Emily joked, her voice strained with exhaustion.

"So?" Amelia responded, her tone contrasting with Emily's words and demeanor.

"Seriously, that's all you have to say?" Emily asked, lifting her head to meet Amelia 's gaze.

But Amelia 's attention was elsewhere, her eyes locked on something—or perhaps someone—across the club.

"Two hot guys," Emily muttered, her eyes following Amelia 's gaze until they landed on two men, one with dark hair and the other blonde with black streaks.

"I'll take the blonde," Emily said, her voice sly and playful. But Amelia 's response caught her off guard.

"I'll take the CEO."

Emily blinked in surprise. "You mean that sexy guy over there is the CEO? The one who wants three kids?"

Amelia nodded, her eyes still fixed on him. "Yeah, that's him. The one I walked away from."