Hate Love

by Katie Ford

  “Okay. If laundry can wait, you better make it worth my while,” I murmured, giving in to my husband’s advances. With his fingers inside me, my body melted in his hands.

  He bent me over the washing machine and slapped my ass with an open hand. The sting smarted and I yelped in pleasure.

  Licking his thumb, he growled, “Oh, you wait. I will.”

  He stuck his thumb in my ass and I muffled my moans with my hand. I didn't want to wake the baby.

  With his other hand, Theo slid his fingers up and down my clit, playing me like an instrument, making me swoon. He pushed his thumb in deeper in my ass and snarled, “I'm going to fuck you in your sweet little asshole.”

  I murmured, “Yes. I want it!”

  Theo's thick sturdy cock inside my ass was a treat. Just thinking about it made my cunt juicy and wet. He kneeled down and lapped at my pussy and my asshole with his tongue. It felt so fucking good. I spread my ass cheeks with my hands and pushed it out further.

  Theo stood and whispered in my ear. “Stay here. Just like that.”

  My breasts were dangling down and began to leak milk. I squeezed the nipple and milk shot out. Theo came back holding a dildo and lube. “Mmmm. Can I have some of that?”

  I turned around to him. Theo took my breasts into his mouth and sucked. “I love your milk, Mia. It tastes so good.”

  It turned me on that he was attracted to me like this: my big fat tits leaking with milk. I pulled away from him anxious to get fucked in my ass. I bent over and whispered, “Fuck me.”

  Theo pushed the dildo into my pussy and I purred in happiness. I took hold of it and slammed it in and out, jamming it all the way into me. Theo watched me and whispered, “That looks so good. So fucking good. Fuck your pussy for me.”

  He stroked his dick wet and greasy with lube. I bit my lip waiting for it to part my asshole. Theo shoved the head in carefully and slowly. This was my favorite part. His big head spread me open wide, and I felt completely taken by him.

  I bucked back against him wanting him to pick up the pace and fuck me harder until I saw stars. Theo took my hint and thrust into me. All the while, I was pumping my pussy with the dildo. The pressure of the fat dildo and my husband’s hefty cock inside me at the same time was deliciously tender.

  My nerves tingled everywhere in my body. I felt close to coming. “I'm going to come,” I uttered, urging Theo to slam me harder.

  He kneaded his hands into my ass and pulled me into him with force. His thrusts came faster and faster. Suddenly, an orgasm burst inside me making me shudder in pleasure. A few moments later, my husband came too yelling out in satisfaction. The pleasant rush of his hot cum swelled inside my ass.

  We stayed like this for a while with Theo's cock inside me. Theo took the dildo from me and licked it clean. “I love your pussy,” he panted.

  I laughed. “I remember there was a time when you used to say you loved me!”

  Theo kissed my neck. “I love you. Every single part of you.”

  “Let's check on the baby,” I whispered, worried our lovemaking had woken her.

  We tiptoed to our daughter, Alyssa's room, and cracked the door. She was nine months old, and in complete control of our hearts. She was asleep peacefully with her chubby little face curled into a smile.

  “I wonder what she's dreaming about,” Theo said as we closed the door.

  I smiled. “I don’t know, probably sweet baby dreams.”

  After Theo and I repaired our relationship, I went back to Berkeley and finished my Computer Science degree. While getting my degree, I continued to work at Pictogram.

  After Theo had taken the reins back from the Board, he had a heart to heart with Warren. Theo convinced him that the Board were just stuffy old geezers. With Warren’s blessing, Theo fired every single one of them, and replaced them with new advisors who had their eyes on the future. He even made me a Board member.

  When I finished my degree, instead of returning to Pictogram as an engineer, I decided to try my hand at being CEO at my own company. I started Kid'n Caboodle, an app where parents can easily upload photos and videos to the cloud without taxing their local storage on their devices.

  Kid’n Caboodle had a ton of handy services like printing albums, fun interactive keepsake books for parents, and facial recognition software that can be used to help prevent child abduction. My new app served as a companion app for Pictogram.

  Jill and I were still BFF's, and she was actually my CTO at Kid'n Caboodle. She and Roger were engaged! And she was right. He was a decent guy if you got to know him. He apologized profusely for being a brogrammer douchebag after Jill had shown him the error of his ways. She had been a great influence on him.

  Roger also worked for Kid'n Caboodle as a Tech Lead. Ultimately, Jill was his boss, and their rapport together at work was adorable.

  Poor Penny was living full-time at a mental institution. She really lost it and couldn't accept that Theo didn't want to be with her. In fact, at her institution, she was living in a fantasy that Theo, a stuffed bear, was her husband and they lived in a gigantic mansion. Because of her unstable psyche, we decided not to press charges against her. She had enough to deal with and wouldn't be released anytime soon.

  Theo and I had never been happier. We both had two powerful companies between us, and a beautiful little girl. I got to get to the guy and have the dream job.

  Dreams do come true.

  THE END

  Sneak Peek: Pregnant By My Boss

  ~A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance~

  By Cassandra Dee and Kendall Blake

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  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Pregnant By My Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

  I got pregnant at a masquerade ball by a man in a mask.

  Katie’s a party planner with only one goal: to put together soirees that are so extravagant and unforgettable that her clients hire her again and again. But when she gets pregnant after a steamy night with a man in a mask, the curvy girl’s not sure what to do next.

  Trent Moore has everything at his fingertips, including wealth, fame, and an overabundance of women. But when a feisty party planner comes to work for him, he decides to take matters into his own hands … including putting a baby in her belly by any means possible.

  Hey Readers -- This one is off-the-charts crazy and ridiculous between our innocent virgin and the alpha billionaire who always gets what he wants. Love, Cassie and Kendall

  Chapter One

  Katie

  When the bitchy assistant for whatever rich jerk owns this insane mansion called me to handle an extravagant masquerade ball, I strongly considered saying no. But the many zeroes on the huge check Amanda promised I’d get at the end made me reconsider in a heartbeat—and that was on top of the budget they already set for the party. All in all, I was making out like a bandit, which makes it a little easier for me to stomach Amanda’s attitude.

  Because she’s absolutely terrible. The woman is your classic snobby blonde bitch with pin-straight hair and a sneer permanently glued to her face. But I won’t let her get to me. Even if she reminds me of all the mean girls back in high school, I’ve moved past that phase of my life. All I need to do is focus on the check I’ll be snatching from her perfectly manicured fingers by the end of this night, and I’ll be fine.

  Standing at the mansion’s entrance, I
tilt my head to observe the building, trying to see the place as the masked guests will see it. The entryway is a huge circular area with a giant, glittering chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling, and across from the entrance is a long hallway finished in dark woods and antiques my grandmother would drool over. I can practically see the multimillion-dollar price tag on everything lining the walls. I can’t even imagine what having this much money would be like. I certainly wouldn’t have to skip out on the guacamole at Chipotle anymore.

  But the vintage feel of the mansion is actually perfect for a masquerade ball. When I found out the party was being hosted by a rich tech guy with a big wallet and an even bigger reputation, I was a little worried about what I’d have to work with. I’ve put together parties for tech guys before, so I’m familiar with their lifestyles. It’s either utterly lavish with over-the-top crazy gadgets and top-of-the-line everything, or totally spare and Spartan. You’re lucky if you have furniture sometimes. I’ve seen guys living with a mattress on the floor and one chair, despite being worth billions.

  So during my first tour of this place a couple weeks ago, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Fortunately, seeing the actual building took my breath away and eased my worries. The outside walls were ivy-covered and imposing, with literal turrets reaching into the sky. A sweeping driveway circled the front of the house, a perfect setting for the Bentleys and Porsches that were sure to pull up.

  Inside was even better. The expansive hallway across the entryway had a few doorways leading to different parts of the house. Right when you enter, you’re greeted by a giant mirror and an old coat rack that’s unnecessary given the number of maids bustling around to take your coat. On either side of the large foyer are two wide, winding staircases. I didn’t get to tour the upstairs rooms because Amanda said those were the bedrooms, which wouldn’t be part of the festivities—I stifled a snort then, because what kind of extravaganza doesn’t end in debauchery and a bit of raunchiness? But then again, this was a sophisticated gathering with lots of important people attending. As much as I wanted to take a peek, based on the rest of the house, I could already formulate a mental picture of the luxurious antique furniture in every nook and cranny. I didn’t need to see it to know what it looked like in my mind’s eye.

  Just past the entryway and into the hallway, a doorway on the left leads to a huge library that’s probably worth almost as much as the property itself. When I had the initial tour, I saw at least seven first editions placed carefully throughout the book-filled room.

  But the library isn’t going to be the setting for today’s party, per Amanda’s request. After all, this is a masquerade ball, so they’ll be using the grand ballroom with its lofty ceiling and gracious, paneled walls.

  Frankly, there isn’t need for much decoration because the house itself is already magnificent and imposing, with its ornate wooden bannisters and gleaming marble floors. But, hey, I have to earn my keep, so I decided to put in some window accents. I used black and white crepe paper, twisted together like for a birthday party, and draped the strands across the windows. In the center, I used expensive, hand-painted masks to accentuate the party theme. The masks and colors match the room’s ambiance, and I think they add to the costume party feel of the entire event.

  All the tables are clothed with black and white linen and the table centerpieces are adorned with black and white roses and real peacock feathers imported from India. The feathers were my idea, and Amanda reluctantly admitted they looked nice.

  Again, as long as she’s happy, then I’m happy because my business is a full-service party planning and catering company. We set everything up, serve the food, and then take it all down afterwards. I started the company fresh out of college and it’s grown beyond my wildest dreams. I have twenty employees for big events like this one, four chefs taking care of the food, and eight highly trained servers. It took me a lot of work to get here, but every grueling step was worth it. After all, this is my passion, and my success has been unexpected but gratifying. The only problem is the financial aspect of the business. Every cent of profit either goes into expanding my company or paying off my student loans, so I don’t have much left over. I get by, but sometimes it’s a choice between a shower and air conditioning during the hot summer months. Definitely not both, seeing that cash is tight.

  I survey my work proudly for a few moments longer. My employees are scurrying around, putting the finishing touches on all of the tables and wall decorations. This isn’t the biggest venue we’ve ever worked, but it’s certainly the most grand. I trust my employees not to break anything valuable, but seeing the antiques everywhere still makes me nervous. I’m so ready for this night to be over. Once we clear out and cash the check, I can forget this place ever existed.

  Amanda saunters out of nowhere, dressed in a slinky floor-length gown. Her face crumples into a frown as she looks me up and down.

  “Is that what you’re wearing, Katie? Guests will be arriving soon. Everyone needs to get to their party posts. You need to change into something appropriate, otherwise you’ll stick out like a sore thumb, and I can’t trust you to stay out of all the photos. Hopefully you have something?”

  I force myself not to roll my eyes and keep my voice neutral. “Of course, Amanda. Happy to. I have a dress in the kitchen. I just didn’t want to ruin it during setup.”

  “Well, go get it on, then. And get your people to their posts!” she snaps, clearly enjoying her position bossing me around.

  I sigh as Amanda stalks away. I’ve worked with some terrible customers, but Amanda takes the cake as the worst. Her tall, skinny frame and perfect blonde hair just add to my dislike of her. She’s like a Barbie come to life. That is, if Barbie never smiled and only ate lemons.

  Plus, at five feet five, I’m not super short, but I’m not model tall like her. I’m a healthy weight for my height, with curves in all the right places. My brown hair is straight without needing to fry it with an iron every morning. I keep my makeup light, only using enough to subtly enhance my natural features. By all accounts, I’m an attractive woman. But I still look like a slouch next to Amanda with her modelesque frame.

  “All right, everyone,” I clap my hands into the echoing ballroom, calling my staff to attention. “Our invitees will be arriving soon. Please put the finishing touches on what you’re working and then get ready for the welcome event. You all have your assignments for the duration of the party.”

  A few mumbled responses reach me through the large room, and my employees move a little faster to get the job done. Within five minutes, all of the workers are gone and the room is ready to be filled with glamorously-dressed men and women. I retire to the kitchen to grab my dress and change in the bathroom before the party begins.

  My dress is calf-length and black with a beautiful peacock design on the bodice. It’s a little funny because I match the centerpieces, but I’m okay with that. After all, my purpose is to blend in with the background. I don’t need to be seen; I just need to keep an eye on my waiters and waitresses, make sure everyone is being fed, and that nothing catastrophic happens. I’m not here to attend the ball, just babysit it.

  When I emerge from the bathroom, there are already guests taking off their coats inside the foyer. Most are wearing masks as the invitation requested, but some are barefaced. I ran the idea of having extra masks on hand by Amanda, but she immediately overruled the idea.

  “You wouldn’t be able to find what we want,” she sniffed.

  I was taken aback, despite the fact that my expression didn’t change.

  “I’m sorry?” was my question. “What do you mean?”

  “What I mean is that Mr. Moore is a billionaire, and his guests are wealthy business magnates as well. The type of mask that they go for wouldn’t be in your party budget. Nor would you be able to locate anything suitable.”

  Wow, that was quite the putdown. But I let it go with a pleasant smile on my face. After all, this was a job, and a well-paying one at that.r />
  “Of course,” was my pleasant response. “No extra masks, then. Got it.”

  And when the invitees begin to arrive, I see what Amanda meant. The guests are all beautiful, rich-looking people dressed in perfectly cut tuxes and sweeping ballgowns in jewel tones. The women wear five-inch heels, and yet manage to appear elegant and gracious. The men are uniformly tanned, tall, and handsome.

  Who are these people? Or more accurately, who is the mysterious host? I’d done my research on the client, Trent Moore, but there were no definitive conclusions. His name sounded important, but in fact, the man wasn’t born rich. Instead, he dropped out of college ages ago to create his own company, and now he’s a billionaire with money coming out of the wazoo.

  Plus, based on the articles I’ve read, he’s a bit of a bad boy. Less than a year ago, Trent Moore barely avoided an arrest for an altercation at a charity event. The article I saw said that Mr. Moore had brought two beautiful females to the party, and not one. Predictably, the two ladies got into a catfight, and all three were ejected. Wow.

  But there was something more to the story than that because in the accompanying photo, one woman bore a striking resemblance to Trent. They both had the same high forehead, jet-black hair, and sparkling blue eyes. I had a feeling that she was his sister, and that this wasn’t your usual catfight. I’m not sure what the fight was about, but there’s definitely more to it than the usual female hormones gone awry.

  A sound to my right brings me out of my thoughts. A woman wearing a sleek black dress and a beautiful green and white mask is admiring the centerpiece on a table nearby.

  “Do you see the peacock feather?” the woman purrs to her male companion. “What a beautiful idea. It really ties everything together, don’t you think?”