Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 67 It's All Part Of The Plan

"Is Ian not joining us today?"

Amy could not help but ask when she noticed Stella taking over his duty of cleaning up and helping some early morning customers.

"No, dear."

Stella's face fell when she responded but quickly put on a neutral expression as she continued to help the customers. Amy could have asked more questions to quench her curiosity but she decided against. Wrong timing and she didn't want to force it out of Stella.

"I'll handle the rest. Why don't you go back to your office", she suggested. Stella opened her mouth to protest but Amy held up her hand to stop her. "No arguments."

Stella sighed while Amy offered her a comforting smile. So for the rest of the morning, Amy handled any customers who needed help to navigate the library. But she could not help but wonder what could have happened to the young man? It was all too coincidental for him to leave last Friday and then still not show up today. He was definitely not sick, this she was sure of, otherwise he wouldn't have had energy to do all that with his friend.

They momentarily closed up during lunch hour and went to Stella's office to have their afternoon meal. Amy's eyes bulged when she saw the big food portions.

"Is someone joining us?" She asked as she settled down while Stella settled on the opposite side.

"No, it's just us."

"This is too much!"

"That's what you say when you could easily finish this yourself", Stella shook her head.

Amy felt annoyed as she propped an elbow on the desk. She knew her appetite was growing bigger by the day but did Stella have to point it out? Stella smiled when she saw Amy's face pulled into a frown, lips pouted and chin resting on her hand. She could not help but give the girl's cheek a gentle pat.

"Don't be upset. I'm doing this for you and the baby. Go on and eat", she coaxed her. Amy 'had no choice' but to do as told. She poured herself some carrot soup and took spoonfuls.

"Have you thought about a feotus name?" Stella asked before taking a spoonful of the soup in her mouth.

"Feotus name?"

"Mm. A name for the baby when you talk to her. She's picking up a lot of voices but a baby needs to know their parents' voices. Talk to her or him, you can also sing to her or him before you go to bed. I used to do that with Alex, Ian's mom. It came in handy when she was born, especially, when her cries kept us up at night. She could only sleep when I sing to her. It worked, well half of the time. The other times she was just being a brat."

Amy chuckled while serving herself some Cajun chicken pasta and salad. Stella had made sure not to make it too spicy. She moaned in appreciation when she took her first bite. Stella was happy to see her like that.

But what Stella said stuck with her. The baby needed to know their parents' voices. That was easy if it was just her, but there's Zach. While Amy was deep in thought, she did not notice the troubled expression on Stella's face. The older woman was about to speak when Amy's phone chimed.

The young woman picked it up and her brows furrowed when she saw the notification she received. It was from Dylan again.

'What is this punk doing?' she mused in irritation.

"Everything okay?" Stella could not help but ask.

Amy nodded and put down her phone. "A little rat is trying to milk me dry", Amy muttered under her breath in clear annoyance.

"Huh?"

"Nothing", Amy smiled.

At a prestigious club somewhere in Rome

The disco lights reflected the hot bodies pressed against each other as they ground to the beat. Music blasted through the speakers playing upbeat music. On a different floor of the club contained tables where women in next to nothing exotic outfits or nothing at all sashayed on top of tables occupied by customers.

They wrapped their elegant fingers and high heel clad long legs around the poles on the center. They did leg lifts, splits, climbed the poles, slid down and swung around sensuously and provocatively showcasing their money makers. But these were not the usual strippers the customers paid for. It was known that these women were the top most expensive the club offered and a private show by one of them would cost one up to five figures and more. If you touched them even if it's just grabbing their titties, one had to pay six figures worth of money so what more sleeping with them?

But someone had booked the eight women and allowed other customers to enjoy their show for free. The customers did not complain and threw money at the sexy women as they watched them with lustful eyes.

The said person sat in a VIP booth watching it all. He was akin to an overlord overseeing his subjects enjoying his good gifts. Despite his generous offer to his fellow customers, he had no women around. He had already slept with them anyway. Still, he had no use for any of those women.

He leisurely took a sip and relaxed in his seat. His blue hair shone in the dimly lit room, his suit clad long legs were crossed over each other. He looked at the now empty glass and a waitress quickly rushed over to his side. She bent over and picked a bottle from the sea of bottles on the coffee table and refilled his empty glass.

? His eyes fell on a beautiful brunette walking out of one of the VIP rooms. She had bodyguards protecting her. But even so, her eyes met with this VIP customer. With his eyes on her, he moved his hand making sure her eyes follow his movements.

"Ah!" The waitress moaned when she felt his hand slip inside her short skirt and start to stroke her folds. He had told her to never wear any panties whenever she served him, both ways.

The woman's face pulled into shock but she slowed down her walking pace and watched on. A mischievous smile stretched on his lips when he saw this. He slipped in three fingers at once inside the waitress's wet coochy.

"Oh my gosh!" The waitress felt her legs go weak from the sudden intrusion. She further bent over and held onto the table as the man worked his fingers. By the time the woman reached downstairs, the waitress came on his fingers with a loud cry.

He removed his fingers and gave them to her to suck them clean. The woman downstairs looked away when she saw this and walked on with her back to him. The waitress knelt down to undo his trousers when she heard a cold voice from above.

"Scram!" His expression and demeanor changed drastically it sent a chill down the waitress's spine. She did not waste a second as she fled the scene in terror.

The man took a tissue and wiped his fingers. His phone chimed and he smiled when he saw the message contents.

A.J: What are you doing?

He composed back a response and replied instantly.

Dylan: Don't worry boss, it's all part of the plan.