Author's Note: Italicized part is Chasity's memory/dream.

Chapter Thirty Seven

It had been four days since Kaleb had been released from the hospital and he was adjusting to home life quite well. Jon had returned to the road yesterday, and as much as he hated leaving, he knew if his son was going to have a better life than he did, it was a necessary evil for him to return to road life with the WWE. So he did what he needed to in order to make sure Kaleb was going to grow up in a stable home with more than he or Chasity ever had when they were growing up.

On one hand, Chasity hated that Jon was back on the road, but on the other, she welcomed it. Mainly because it gave her a chance to think about the night Kaleb was conceived and try to piece together the puzzle that she now found herself faced with. He was only a month old, but she felt like she could see more and more of Jon in him every single day. His eyes were the same shade of blue as Jon's, he had the same lips, and when he got mad, she swore he had perfected the same scowl. How Jon hadn't noticed any of this was honestly beyond her. She just couldn't figure out how it was all possible, but she knew there had to be a reason.

Once Kaleb was bathed, fed and in his bassinet, sleeping, hopefully for the night, though that was doubtful because he still had his days and nights a bit confused, Chasity sat down on the sofa in the living room and began to replay the events from that night. She remembered being essentially violated by the two guys Mr. Smith had 'fed' her to, and after that she remembered punching out and going to another establishment – an all night club where she felt she could get absolutely hammered – and forget about this whole thing; if even only for a few hours. She couldn't remember which night club it had been, but she did remember having a few drinks while she was there, and she remembered getting up to dance when someone – a guy – had asked her if she'd like to, but after that she went back to the bar area and ordered her fourth drink and then everything became quite fuzzy.

Chasity continued trying to remember what happened that night and as she thought about it, she drifted into a restless sleep; still replaying the events that took place at the night club she'd gone to, to get her mind off her problems.

Pulling her button up blouse back on and re-buttoning all the buttons and slipping into and pulling her short black mini skirt back up, Chasity made sure she was completely presentable before she left the room. The two 'clients' had long since been gone, but Chasity had remained in the room out of sheer embarrassment. She didn't want to bump into any of her co-workers, so she just stayed hidden. But now, she was beyond embarrassed and was too pissed off to care. She needed to get out of there and go have a few drinks. No, more than a few drinks. She wanted to forget this incident; even if it would come back to her again in the morning, along with an alcohol induced headache.

Chasity finally left the room and managed to avoid all other people as she quickly punched out before walking two blocks away from work where she found a nice little all night club that would definitely give her as much alcohol as she felt she needed. And probably more than that, if she really pushed it. It looked like the type of place that would sell to minors, so it was probably also the type of place that would sell to people that were beyond intoxicated, too.

Pulling on the handle on the door, she walked into the establishment and head straight to the bar. The bartender, a young looking guy – probably in his mid-twenties and just out of college – gave her a smile. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" Chasity caught the term of endearment, but didn't smile back at him, which probably made the guy assume she was a complete bitch, but at this point, she honestly didn't care. She was too focused on forgetting about the earlier sex-capades at work that she didn't care what anyone thought of her right now.

"Give me a shot of crown and then a Strawberry Martini, and make sure you keep the martini's coming," she told him. The bartender nodded and turned to begin making the drink. Yes, she was fully intent on getting plastered before she left this place.

The bartender did as she had asked and made sure the Strawberry Martinis kept winding up in front of her. Just as she took a sip out of her fourth one, a guy tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, do you feel like dancing," he asked, causing Chasity to shrug.

"Normally, I'd say no, but tonight I'll do just about anything to get my mind off of work, so sure, let's go," Chasity accepted, allowing the guy to take her hand and lead her to the dance area of the club. Chasity wasn't totally drunk yet, but she was definitely well on her way to being there, so her dance coordination wasn't totally shot yet, but it wasn't completely smooth, either. The guy had to catch her a couple of times when she lost her balance and started falling forward.

"I'm guessing you don't do this type of thing very often," he asked, a laugh slipping past his lips. Chasity shook her head.

"Very often is an understatement; I never do this type of thing, but I had a rough night at work and I decided I just needed to blow off steam and forget about it, so I come here to have a few drinks and live a little."

"That's what I do when I have a bad night at work. Although, I'm usually not in the same city every night," the guy informed her. "I live here, though; had the night off from work, so I decided to come have a little fun out on the town." Chasity nodded as they continued to dance until the song was finally over.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go get another drink," Chasity said, stepping away from the guy and attempting to head back to the bar for another Martini, but she stumbled over her own two feet, forcing the guy she had been dancing with to grab her arm to keep her from falling. Regaining her footing, she gave him a small smile. "Whoops," she giggled, the alcohol taking full effect now. "Guess my own feet are getting in my way. Thanks for the help," she said before turning to head for the bar again. She didn't expect the guy to follow her, but he did. He even sat down in the empty seat beside the one she was sitting in.

"Hey Nick, put her tab on mine," he told the bartender, who gave him a weird look but didn't question him; he just nodded his understanding and went back to work.

"No, you don't have to do that, really, I can handle my own tab," Chasity slurred. The guy shook his head.

"I insist. It's not a problem, so let me do this," he said. Chasity didn't have the energy to continue fighting, so she just let it go as she drank the rest of her Martini. Seeing her glass empty, Nick went to make her another one, but her new found companion shook his head. "No, I think she's had enough. I'm gonna get her out of here before she passes out," he said, as he tried to help Chasity off the bar stool.

"No, let me go. Don't touch me," she shrieked at the guy attempting to help her.

"Sweetheart, you've had more than enough. You can't even stand on your own, just let me help you," he insisted as he finally managed to get her off the stool and began leading her toward the door.

"Good luck with that one, Jon," Chasity heard the bartender yell as the guy led her out of the building. He ignored him as he led her out of the club and toward his apartment. If she had been a little less drunk he'd have helped her to her place, but there was no way in her inebriated state she'd be able to direct him to her apartment. So he figured his next best option was to take her to his place and let her have his bed, while he slept on the sofa because he had no intentions of doing anything but making sure she didn't wind up dead in a ditch somewhere because she was too drunk to get herself home.

Chasity on the other hand, in her drunken state, had other plans. The minute they entered his apartment she spun herself around, stumbling in her drunken state a bit, before jumping up, forcing him to catch her as she wound her legs around his waist and planted her lips on his. The taste of Strawberry Martini mixed with Vanilla lip gloss was actually quite intoxicating and before Jon himself knew what was happening, they had ended up in his bedroom, he was stripped down to his boxers; Chasity was down to her bra and panties and both were begging for more.

This was definitely not how he had envisioned this night going. He wasn't as drunk as he should have been to be taking advantage of this women, but she was absolutely beautiful, and she initiated the whole thing, so who was he to deny her what she clearly wanted? Pulling her bra straps down, he unhooked her bra and began kissing and sucking on her left breast, while he messaged the right with his hand before switching and doing the same to the opposite breast.

Moans slipped past Chasity's lips as she writhed in the pleasure he was thrusting upon her. She wanted more in every way, so she herself reached between them and managed to shed herself of her panties before pushing his boxers off his hips; just low enough to be able to grip his erection with her hand. As she began to stroke she heard him moan around her nipple which sent shock waves through her whole body causing her to moan in response.

Feeling the pre-cum seep out of his cock, Chasity decided she was sick of waiting, so she took matters into her own hands. Using all her force she somehow managed to flip him over and straddle his waist as she continued to stroke him. Quickly moving her hand she impaled herself down onto him, but pausing for a brief moment while she allowed herself to adjust to his size before she began moving again. Only when she did start moving again her movements were anything but slow. They were fast and completely out of control, and she made sure she never made eye contact with him. This wasn't about making love, this was purely about sex; hot, steamy, animalistic sex; a one-night-stand. All she wanted was to feel the euphoria of getting off the way she wanted to; not the way two 'clients' decided she had to.

Jon wasn't opposed. In fact, he was all for it, as he watched her impale herself onto his cock he grew even harder inside of her and moans continued to leave both of their mouths as he met her thrust for thrust. Reaching up he grabbed at her now bouncing breasts and rolled the nipples between his fingers, successfully turning her on even more.

After a few more unorganized thrusts from both parties he felt her begin to tighten around him and that's when he realized they didn't have any protection. He did his best to flip her over so he could pull out before he lost it, but he just wasn't fast enough. Mid-turn her inner walls squeezed his shaft tighter as she reached her orgasm, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He released his seed into her as he bit into her shoulder to stop the primal scream he wanted to let rip from his mouth, instead opting for a low groan deep in his throat, muffled by the flesh of her shoulder.

Kaleb's screams woke Chasity from her slumber just as she finished the dream reminding her of having sex with Jon that night and she sat bolt upright. Getting up off the sofa she walked over to the bassinet to pick him up, but as she did it only made all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place even better because when she looked at him all she saw was a smaller, younger version of Jon. Yes, that was a dream she just had, but she knew it was a memory made into a dream. It was definitely the night Kaleb was conceived. Nobody was going to convince her any differently.

It finally all made sense.

She and Jon somehow wound up at the same club and she wound up going home with him and they had sex the night she conceived Kaleb. Not just sex, but unprotected sex!

Kaleb was Jon's. There was no more missing pieces to the puzzle, no more doubts. In Chasity's mind her son was a Good by both name and DNA!

Now, how was she going to explain this to Jon? He would probably think she was insane. They were going to need DNA proof in order for him to believe her, but if that's what it took, that's what they'd do because Jon is Kaleb's father, and nobody or nothing was going to be able to change Chasity's mind about that.

Author's Note: Dun, dun, dunnnnn... whelp, there ya go. Now how in the heck do you think Jon's gonna react? Haha.