Pregnant for the Twin Billionaire

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lmost done!" I shout back. Chole has been persuading me to attend this party in a nightclub. I know that Zayn Welms will be there with his band and I feel so excited about it, but.

don't know... I feel somehow about this." I tell her sincerely. My whole body feels tense. I have never been to a nightclub in my life. What if a pervert decides to touch me and I

g things look more beautiful than they are. Most times it's frustrating. "You're annoying and you know it," I say with a scowl on my face. "That is why I'm your best friend!" She says. Chole and I have been best friends since middle school. She stood up for me when I was bullied and has been so supportive. I owe her one. Didn't I? "Fine. You always win anyways." I said with a grunt. I wear the gown she chooses for me. It's a short black gown with a sleeveless hand, which glowed up my olive skin. I looked down at the gown with wide eyes. It's tight and almost to my upper thigh. "Girl, must I dress like a slut? I mean, this is too short." "Shush. Don't call yourself that sweetheart. Fine. Do you want to wear your red prom gown instead?" She asks mischievously. She knows how much I hated my prom gown. It was twice my size and

equal length. One is a purple velvet gown with a rose in the middle and a slit at the end. The other is a blue gown with a v-shaped neck, which I know too well will expose her cleavage. "

akeup is one of them. "And let's go partyyyyy!" She says after looking at herself for quite unhealthy times. She screams in glee and clamps my hand, pulling me towards the door. I

flat. I look from the cab outside our apartment and back at her. She nods her head and pulls me closer to the car door. "Get in girl." She says with a laugh. "Yo