Unwanted pleasure

A rising actress who only got a glimpse of success suddenly found herself in a predicament. A crisis in a form of three small children knocking on the door of her life. The most worrying thing is that they call her... "Mama!"

Thinking of what I could drink, I stared at the bartender for a long time. He's busy attending orders from other customers so he probably didn't notice me.

He's tall and has a good physique. His muscles are visible because of his fitted white button down shirt. He deliberately undone three of his top buttons that's why women are drooling over the sight of his broad chest.

It's no wonder that only women wait for orders at the bar counter. Even if they can't drink, order after order.

It is the bartender the one they want to buy not drinks.

He whistled.

When I looked up at him again, our eyes met. I held my mouth.

"Did I say that too loud?" I asked unconsciously. He chuckled.

"Would you like a drink?" Instead of answering, he offered me a drink. I don't know what drink he put in front of me. It has a bright orange color.

I gave him a stern look.

"I never order for this." I pushed the glass towards him, but he handed it back to me.

"That drink will suit your taste." I want to wipe off the sly grin he has.

"Was it drugged?"

"What kind of perverted ideas are you thinking?" My cheeks instantly heated by his vulgar way of asking. He's smiling from ear-to-ear. He's having fun toying with me.

"I wasn't particularly thinking of anything!" I strongly defended myself which made him act as if he's surrendering.

"Alright! We don't need to raise our voice here, Ma'am. We're both clean." I hate his grinning face. I rolled my eyes before chugging down that suspicious drink he offered.

I blinked twice and stared at the half empty glass.

"It was... an orange juice?" Damn this bartender! He's laughing his @ss off.

"Was it too strong? Want something gentle?" I gritted my teeth. Now he's offering me a milk in a bear-shaped cup.

My face was red, not just because of embarrassment but because of so much anger. I guess even if I love him for the milk he gives, I still can't get rid of my anger towards him.

"Call your manager! What kind of crappy service is this?" My voice is raising dramatically. He pretended to take a breath as if in submission.

"I think that's enough. You're already drunk, Ma'am." His face looks concerned but his voice sounds playful. This made me more furious.

"I'm not drunk!" I tripped in time and spilled the orange juice on the counter. The irritating thing is that instead of getting angry, the smile on his lips grew even bigger.

"Fine. You're not drunk." My vision is turning so blurry. I'm dizzy. I saw him gently touch my elbow to check if I was fine but I slapped his hand away.

"That was too strong, rabbit." He chuckled.

I don't remember what happened next because I lost consciousness completely. I knew it! That drink was drugged! I'll get back to that bartender!

I felt the familiar warmth of my bed. How did I get home last night? I must have drunk too much because I don't remember anything.

I was about to go back to sleep when I heard a strange noise around me.

"Shhh! Don't make noise! Mama's sleeping!" Did I leave the TV on? What's with this noise?

I heard a baby's cry. It was loud as if the baby's just beside me.

"I'm hungry! Mom wake up!" Wait. I'm scared. This is way too realistic. Why is there a small hand touching my stomach?

I don't want to open my eyes.

"Wakey wakey, Mama!" I gasped for air as I opened my eyes when something hit my body.

My eyes are playing games with me. There are three children in my bed!

"Good morning, Mom!"

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