COME on, Claire. You can do it. 'I told myself as I stood at the entrance of the bar. Arthur, the tattoo artist, told me this is where I could find Adam — the man who impregnated me. Just three days ago, I found out I was pregnant. And there's no doubt who the father was. Of course it was Adam — the man I had a one-night stand with (correction, it was a three-night stand) two months ago. I raked my fingers through my short hair as I entered the bar. I wanted to shut my eyes when the blinding neon lights welcomed me. Damn. "Excuse me…" I said as I tried my hardest to examine the faces of the people in front of me. I was looking for a particular man. Tall, handsome with dark fuck-me eyes, straight nose and kissable lips. And of course I wouldn't forget his tribal tattoos on his left arm. I tried to roam my eyes, but the dance floor was too dark and crowded for me. Come on, baby. We need to find your daddy in fifteen minutes. Because if not, I was sure as hell going to paint t
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