This Badboy is a Father - R.G Teongson (fun books to read for adults .TXT) 📗

PROLOGUE

HUNTER


"What the hell is this?!" My fathers voice boomed throughout the house. You can literaly see the veins popping out from his neck- which is really a bad sign. As you can see, he saw my card and It's not really good for the eyes.


"That would be my card," I stated dryly. Hoping that my calm facade would somehow helps to not affect me about my current situation.

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"Why you-!" My dad leaped out from his desk and was ready to strangle me when my mom tugged him and tried to reason with him. I really love my mom. And I'm going to tell you a secret . . . He's afraid of mom. Yes, I tell you. When my mom starts to open her mouth, my dad will do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. Wait for it . . . Wait for it.


"What kind of a son are you?!" He seethed.


BINGO! Right choice of words, dad.


My mother scoffed and crossed her hands over her chest, "Are you seriously asking him what kind of a son is he?" My mom asked and this is my chance to escape.


"Well, dear. Have you seen his grades?'' His voice was softer now.


Nope, that won't work.


"So, you're basing eveything by his grades? Do you know how long I conceived him? And where are you?! You're in your freaking business meeting!" She said, throwing her hands in the air.


My dad's full attention was on my mother so I slowly slipped away leaving my mother crying and my father trying to comfort her.


I sighed. I called James-the Butler- and told him to get my car ready. The old man nodded his head and proceed to the garage.


After a couple of minutes I saw my Ferrari 458 Spider. I thanked Luke-the driver- and slipped inside my car. I pushed the keys in and the engine roared to life. I turned the radio on, the music blasted from the stereo and I barely heard my iPhone ringing.


"Hello?"


"Hunter?!"


"CJ! What's up?" I said playing with my fake gun. It's a private joke between me and CJ so don't ask.


"I'm at Amanda Bostic's party, man. You should come! Lot's of babes! Woo-hoo!" Cj shouted from the other line. I could hardly understand him. The noise was too loud so I ended the call.


Amanda. Amanda? Is that the chick I dumped last week? Yeah. I am not going there. She's too clingy and I find parties kind of boring right now. I probably have a fever.


So, I don't know how I ended up here at Walmart.


I pushed the trolley towards the stack of beers.


What to buy? I scanned the stack of beers. I huffed and grabbed the one nearest to me. I dumped it in my trolley and made my way towards the cashier.


After I paid for it I quickly bolted towards my car and dumped everything inside my car. I opened the door but stopped halfway when I heard screaming. I scanned the parking lot and I saw figures at the darker area.


"Hey!" I shouted, walking towards them. Holding my fake gun.


"What?!" The black guy shouted back, obviously annoyed.


That's when I saw the girl. She was petite with long blonde hair. I couldn't make out her features beacause it was dark.


"What are you doing? Let go of her." I demanded calmly.


"Or you'll do what?" THe other guy mocked.


"Or I'll shoot you," I said pointing them the BB gun.


"Oh, shit. He's got a gun!" The two scrambled. Too dumb to noticed it was fake.


I approached the girl, "Hey, you okay?" I asked.


She just nodded and ran away leaving a locket in the cement.


"Hey! You dropped your locket . . .." I trailed off, seeing that it's pointless. I put the locket in my pocket.

I opened my car door and quickly got in.


I was halfway through my house when a loud noise pierced through my ear. A baby cry. I glanced at the passenger seat and saw a baby crying.


"What the fuck!" I shouted, the car veered left and right. I don't know how I got from the other lane. As soon as my mind cleared off, I stopped beside the road.


My breathing hitched. My eyes were as wide as saucer. And I couldn't control the beating of my heart.


I glanced at the passenger seat again, hoping that everything was just my imagination.


Oh my freaking jesus!


It's a baby!


There's a baby in my freaking car!


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So! I got this idea somewhere. lol. No really. It was a korean movie that I've seen. but only the trailer.


Anyways! I won't ask you to HEART.COMMENT.AND BE A FAN.


Yeah,yeah. Whatever.


This story needs to be edited! grr! lol.


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CHAPTER 1

HUNTER




"So, you're saying that this baby just popped out of nowhere?" Cj drawled. I snatched him away from that party and god dang it, it was harder than I thought. Every two minutes Mandy or is it Miranda? Whatever. So, Mandy popped every two minutes, practically begging for sex and damn Cj was sleeping under the table.

Thank God he was sobber.

"Yes! For the last time, YES!" I was freaking out now. I mean- It's not everyday that a baby just popped inside your car.

"Okaaay. That doesn't explain why I'm here." He said shaking his head.

"Dude! I have a freaking baby in my car."

"What? Did I magically produce them to freak you out?"

"You know what? You are not helping," I told him, putting my hands in my face.

"That's what I thought," He muttered and turned to leave.

"Hey. Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going home. You should probably go home, too," he said lazily while trying to keep his eyes open.

"What about this baby?" I asked.

"Take him home. The parents should probably called the cops by now. Maybe tomorrow there will be cops in front of your doorstep," he reassured me. Which kinda helped, a little, but still.

"Oh, okay." I let out an frustrated sigh.

When I got in my car I stared at the baby's violet eyes. He was cooing and muttering incoherent words. He looked like nine months to me.

"Who the hell brought you here?" I whispered, poking the baby's cheeks. He let out a gurgle of laughter.

I found myself smiling like a retard so I quickly shook it off.

Ten minutes later I was already in the mansion. I parked straight to the garage, hoping dad's car won't be there ang thank heavens it wasn't there. All I have to do now is to sneak this baby in.

I tip-toed my way toward my bed room. Just a little further. I glanced sideways finding for any sign of human being. Ok, coast is clear. I felt like a black ops. haha. Only nine steps away.


Eight steps.


Seven steps.


Six . . .


Five. . .


Four . . .


"Ungaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"


SHIT! I frantically rocked the baby back and fourth. "Shut up!" I whispered/Yelled. "Oh my God!" I grumbled. "Rock a by baby on the tree top. . ." I sing him frantically which makes his cries louder. "Fuck! What the hell's wrong with you!" I shouted, shaking him.

"Young master? Whose baby is that?" Curiosity got the best of the old maid.

I can't catch a break, huh?

"He's not mine," I said, too quickly and a lot more defensively. She raised his eyebrows demanding for answer.

As you can see. I respect Martha more than I respect my mom. He's like my real mom to me, so her opinion always mattered to me and I know I'll get a lot of lecture tonight.

"Well. . .Someone left him in my car." I said slowly.

She sigh in relief. What? Is she expecting me running around and making babies? Nu uh, I always use protection.

"Sooo, can I go now?"

"Go to your room."She ordered.

I happily obeyed.

While inside my room, I rummaged the baby's bag. There's a diaper, milk, some rubber that you stick in the baby's mouth and a letter?

Oh, hey. There's my name on it.

I opened it.


Dear Hunter,


You're probably wondering right now on who is the parents of the baby.

How should I tell you this? Aha! To put it bluntly you are the father. Shocker, right?

You might not remember who I am but I definitely remember who you are. Due to my financial problems I have to give the baby to you- even though it hurts for me to be away from my child. Love him as he is your son. He needs his father and I ams so sad to say that I'm a failure as a mother.

I hope you take good care of him.