The dupe

Jules wasn't a fan of long-term relationships, as she always saw a better guy, a little better looking, a little richer ... why anchor at one, when she could have more? Then if she gets married, maybe she'll try monogamy. Although she loved to flirt, she didn't lie down with everyone, of course sometimes, a day or two of adventures, one or more nights slipped in, as she also had needs. This is one of the reasons why she was a fan of post-event pills, not wanting to stuff herself with hormones in the long run. Plus, her cycle came in exactly 28 days every month, so she isn't risked her figure, over some pills.

Patrick ran back to home, just as she had planned, so nothing got in the way of the hardcore partying. Right at the start of the party, she was introduced to a girl around her age, Victoria, who came from Liverpool. She really enjoyed the company of the girl who paid for several cocktails. Unfortunately, the cocktails got her drunk unnoticed.

"Somehow I'm so hot - I think I pinched in a little bit."

She said, sighing.

„Are you okay?"

Victoria leaned over.

"I don't know, maybe I'd rather go back to my room."

Jules felt that, she reached the limit by now. She might have been really intoxicated with alcohol ... because her body was almost burning and she could barely stand on her feet.

„I'll walk you back!"

The two blonde hottie in sequined dresses leaned on each other in the elevator. The disapproving whisper of the incoming retired couple was suppressed only by Jules' heated panting.

Victoria delivered Jules to her room unharmed, then said goodbye as she lay on the bed.

The stunned body was just strangled by the purple short onepiece dress, Jules writhed until she took off… and then all the other pieces of clothing. She didn't understand what made her feel this overwhelmed. As she panted naked on the bed, suddenly came the cooling feeling she was thirsting for…

She woke up to a door slam in the morning. She opened her eyes, saw nothing and no one, so she acknowledged that the room next door had been left for sure, and it was what she heard… since the card in the room was in the bedside table… she was tired, she felt like a road roller had passed through her body, so she rather fell back asleep.

It's been 3 weeks since Patrick didn't seek for her, she only heard from Sophie, that her 'very dear friend' no longer interferes with Sophie's studies by calling her phone on a daily basis. She was pleased with her work, as she looked at the calendar in her room to see, how much more she had to wait until she could saw Sophie collapse, her eyes caught on a trifle.

"It's weird… my menses should have came on Monday… today is Thursday…"

She recalculated… and recalculated again… until she realized that the always exact 28 days had come to an end.

"Eh… impossible… since I haven't been with anyone for 1 month… and I took the pill…"

She said.

She went to bed to sleep, but in her dream she felt again the heat that was then there in the hotel… and felt something cool… a vague black body… that weighed on her.

She was sweating as she woke up…

"It can't be, it can't be…"

She chewed her thumb again.

Sure, on a sure basis, her first thing in the morning was to go to the pharmacy and take a pregnancy test.

She stood in the bathroom with a trembling hand as she opened her eyes in fear she saw only the two lines… nothing else… she felt the ground move from under her feet and she fell to the ground. Although Jules was considered quite loose in her morals, one thing was out of the question for him. Abortion. Most of all, she despised it and would not have allowed anyone to hurt this life… but first it needed medical confirmation.

„Congratulations Miss, you are 5 weeks pregnant! I recommend that you start taking a pregnancy vitamin or equivalent, rest a lot ,and I look forward to the next check up in 4 weeks!"

Jules stood in the gynecology waiting room, like lightning struck into her, with the medical records in her hand. Either way, she tried to find out, how could this happen to her… she always concluded that, she had slept with someone in Southampton after all…

„You idiot cunt! How could you knock yourself out so much? How come you didn't notice that you were fucked?"

She hit her head on the steering wheel of the car.

"Even if he's under the ground, but I'll scrape that bastard!"

She typed the hotel's coordinates into the gps and drove up to the highway.

Since she didn't remember anything about that evening, her only hope was the hotel security record. After all, a 5-star hotel cannot afford not to have a camera on every floor, there must be at least a single photo of the guy.

The receptionist readily led her to the observation room, but unfortunately she did not get the answer he expected.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the camera system was reinstalled that day, so the machines didn't record between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m."

„ Now you must be kidding, right? I was raped here! I'm suing this whole mess!"

She felt inundated with helpless rage.

"Ma'am, are you saying you've been raped 3 weeks ago? Then why didn't you sued the next day? There's no evidence…"

The security chief hinted.

„You Son of a bitch! "

Jules poured the man on the face with coffee on the table and ran out of the building, unfortunately the man was right, she should have acted that day… but what could she have done without the recordings, since she doesn't remember anything?

„What do I do now? I need a father… but without the hotel's records I have no chance to find him…"

Grinded in the car, she looked back at the building once more, which let her down and then started the engine. She had to find a way out… she had to think about the solution, so she drove to the nearby lookout, where she used to have a beer with her friends on the weekends. She had just reached the parking lot by sunset.

„Why is all this happening to me? And why now? I'm not ready for motherhood… and especially not alone…how will I look people in the eye? I don't even know who got me pregnant… if at least I knew his face or his name…"

Her tears welled up. Her tears squeezed, she gasped for air, she couldn't do anything but repeat "why me?" Again and again..

She sobbed in the car while lying on the steering wheel when her phone rang.

... Patrick. As the phone screen flashed, a small ray of light suddenly appeared in the hopeless darkness.

"Patrick…"

She said, crying.

„Jules? Why are you crying?"

The boy asked desperately.

"Patrick… me… ahh…"

She cried even more bitterly.

„Where are you ? I'll go get you right away!"

„I'm parking… At the lookout…"

„I'll be there immedaiately!"

„ Hurry!"

Jules hung up, wiped away her tears, then tilted her head back…

„ I won't let you be born into a single-parent family… if I don't have a chance to find your father… it's enough to find a dupe… right, baby?"

She stroked her belly.