Page 10 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"Wow, that must be nice," the driver says. "I always wished I had a sibling growing up. Do you two ever fight?"

Ashlee and I exchange a glance. "Well, we're not perfect," I say. "But we get along pretty well."

"That's good," the driver says. "I have three kids, and they argue all the time. Sometimes it drives me crazy."

We chat with the driver for a while longer, discussing everything from our jobs to our favorite TV shows. He's friendly and easy to talk to, and before we know it, we've arrived at the bar.

"Here we are," the driver says, pulling up in front of the entrance. "I hope you two have a good time tonight."

"Thank you," we both say handing him the fare then stepping out of the cab.

As we walk towards the entrance of the bar, I turn to Ashlee and say, "That was a nice conversation with the cabbie."

Ashlee nods. "Yeah, he was really friendly. It's always nice to meet new people."

We walk into the bar, ready to continue our night out.

Dante

As I pull up to the bar, I notice that it's more crowded than normal. The usual crowd of regulars has been replaced by well-dressed businessmen and socialites, who seem to be discussing important deals and gossiping about the latest scandals.

Dylan pulls up beside me, and we make our way inside. The dimly lit bar is filled with the smell of whiskey and the sound of chatter and laughter. We make our way to the counter, where the bartender greets us with a friendly smile.

"What can I get you boys?" he asks.

"Whiskey shots, please," I reply, as Dylan and Farrell nod in agreement.

The bartender pours three shots and slides them over to us. We clink our glasses together and down the liquid, savoring the burn as it goes down our throats. I turn around briefly and can't help but notice the well-dressed crowd around us talking about their extravagant lives. I can't help but feel a bit out of place, but I try to ignore it.

As the night wears on, the bar gets more crowded, and the music gets louder. We continue drinking and talking, enjoying each other's company. The whiskey flows freely, and we start to feel the effects of the alcohol.

As we chat and laugh, two attractive girls walk up to us. They introduce themselves as Jessica and Samantha, and we exchange pleasantries. Dylan and Farrell seem to be enjoying the attention, flirting shamelessly with the girls.

I'm a bit more reserved, but I can't help being drawn into the conversation. Jessica and Samantha are both outgoing and confident, and their energy is infectious. They ask us about ourselves, and we take turns sharing our interests and hobbies. Jessica seems particularly interested in me, and she asks me about my job as a neurologist. I'm surprised that she knows anything about it, but she tells me that her sister is studying medicine and that she's always been fascinated by the human brain.

We chat about neuroscience for a while, and I'm impressed by Jessica's knowledge and passion for the subject. Samantha and Dylan are still flirting, but I can tell that they're both enjoying the conversation as well. As the night wears on, the conversation takes a more flirtatious turn. Jessica starts to ask me more personal questions, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. She's bold and confident, and I'm both nervous and intrigued.

Samantha and Farrell are still laughing and chatting, but I can tell that they're both ready to leave. Dylan seems to be having the time of his life, and I can't blame him. Jessica is beautiful and intelligent, and I can see why he's so enamored with her. Suddenly, Jessica leans in and whispers in my ear. Her breath is hot against my skin, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. She tells me that she thinks I'm cute, and that she'd love to get to know me better.

I'm caught off guard by her boldness, but I can't deny that I'm attracted to her as well. We exchange phone numbers, and she promises to text me later. As she and Samantha leave with Dylan and Farrell, I'm left alone at the bar, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. I turn back to the bartender, who's been watching the entire exchange with a knowing smile. He pours me another drink, and we start chatting about the girls and the events of the evening.

"So, did you have a good time?" he asks, wiping down the counter.

"Yeah, it was interesting," I reply, still a bit dazed.

"You know, I've seen a lot of guys come through here," he says with a chuckle. "But I have a feeling that you're going to be the one who makes it out alive."

I laugh at his comment, but I can't help but feel a bit apprehensive. Jessica is beautiful and alluring, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for a relationship right now. The bartender senses my hesitation and offers me some advice. He tells me that life is short, and that we should take every opportunity that comes our way. He reminds me that it's okay to be scared, but that we shouldn't let fear hold us back.

We talk for hours, swapping stories and sharing our experiences. The bartender tells me about his own past relationships, and I find myself opening up to him in ways that I never thought possible. I finish my drink as I sit at the bar and survey the scene around me. It's a busy night, and the bar is packed with people, mostly the rich folks from town. Suddenly, I see two girls walk in and make their way to a corner of the room. As I look at them closely, I realize that one of them is Ally. I rub my eyes, but I'm not hallucinating; it's her, and she's with her twin sister.

The bartender comes over to me and asks what I'd like to drink. I order another beer, and he pours it for me before turning his attention back to the twins. They laugh and chat with him for a few minutes before glancing over at me and whispering to each other. I stare at them for a while wondering which one is Ally and if she had not mentioned me to her twin sister. Whatever her reason for acting like she does not know me, I am ready to play her game.

"Hey, I'm Dante," I say, introducing myself.

"Hi," one of them says, flashing a dazzling smile. "I'm Ashlee, and this is my sister, Natalie."

As we chat, I try to figure out which one of them is Ally. They look so similar that it's hard to tell them apart.

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