Daddy's Virgin Bride

by Nikki Bella

  What the hell?

  How did they even get this?

  Can’t they leave a person alone?

  The fact that my picture was in the newspaper was not a big surprise. I was a regular feature there, so was Christine.

  But something about this news piece triggered in me.

  In the past I had been linked with numerous women and they had often been photographed leaving my apartment in the early hours of the morning, in more than decent way.

  But this news piece, claiming that after the ball, Christine had stayed back and that her and I might possibly be together, was enough to turn my mood foul.

  Then it hit me, Alexis had seen this.

  Only hours before I had been with her, telling her that I couldn’t live without her and here I had a woman leaving my house, after possibly staying over.

  Actually staying over and having sex with her.

  I was a little mad at myself even.

  If I was starting to like someone, maybe I had to stop screwing around with other.

  But was I really falling for Alexis.

  Sure she was pretty and smart and just the right amount of sexy.

  I had seen her around the office and the way she took on people here who tried to make move on her.

  She was a no nonsense woman and she was what I needed exactly and here I was screwing up the chance royally by sleeping with Christine David, the woman who was known from jumping from man to man in a day.

  Disgruntled with myself, I called up Stacy on the intercom and asked her to send, a bottle up to Alexis with a card saying, I needed to see her at lunch.

  Distracted I couldn’t concentrate on anything at all.

  I spent the major part of the day before lunch, attending one big meeting after the other.

  Maybe I should go see her up.

  But what will that look like?

  The boss coming to see up a newbie.

  Of course it will look like what it looks like.

  That I was screwing her.

  What else was anyone else going to think?

  I texted Stacy to asked her if she had sent the bottle up and if she had received a reply.

  Negative.

  Maybe she just wasn’t interested anymore.

  Maybe she hadn’t been interested at all and it was all just screw the boss because he’s the boss dilemma for her.

  Another half an hour and I decide to go up on my own.

  Screw what everyone else thinks.

  It’s my office I can see and talk and have sex with anyone that I wanted.

  I make my way up to the 8th floor, where Alexis worked and was surprised to see her desk empty.

  “Where is Ms. Strope?” I asked Mike’s secretary who was busy scribbling down.

  “She went home, sir,” she replied still not looking up from her scribbling.

  “Home?” I asked ridiculously.

  “Yes she went home. She came in, wasn’t feeling too well so she took the day off and went home,” she said finally looking up from her scribbling.

  “IS there anything I can help you with?” she asked.

  “No,” I said and walked back to the elevators.

  Well if she went home, then I guess I better see how she is, I think to myself as I press the button for the lobby and call my driver to pull up the car.

  Chapter 35

  Alexis

  Ben and Jerry was basically the answer to everything.

  Have cramps, have some ice cream.

  Having a bad day? Ice cream.

  Bad breakup? Ice cream.

  Basically, ice cream was a once stop solution for just about everything.

  The day had started out like just any other day.

  I had still been on a high from the Mayor’s ball, where his highness, Mr. Dangerous of New York City had screwed me, royally in the manager’s office.

  It took him an entire day and a half to get back to me and ask me how I was, if only had he done it sooner.

  The next day’s papers had been all full about who had been in attendance at the ball and who had been wearing what. But more than that what had caught my attention had been Dunlow’s face next to Christine David and a possible dating rumor.

  But was it a rumor?

  There were also pictures of her leaving his place in the early hours.

  The very same place where I had been a few times, and did my walk of shame, feeling more than satisfied.

  Sure Dunlow was known for his various so called girlfriends and he had practically been linked with every girl living in New York, so why was this news piece suddenly bothering me so much?

  It’s not like Dunlow and I had been together or anything.

  Sure we had great sex, amazing in fact but that was it.

  It had never moved passed it.

  We never had an actual conversation which didn’t stem from him asking me to come down so he can do me.

  We had never been out on an actual date, unless you counted our awkward encounter at a restaurant where we both were eating at the same time, at different tables with different people.

  The feeling that this news was personally attacking me was making me mope around so much so that work had been unbearable for me today.

  Sure I had got up, made my face and hair and took a cab for the fifteen minute ride and got stuck in traffic, but it all came back to me after I saw Dunlow walk into the same elevator as me.

  The last thing I had wanted was to have a conversation with him.

  But Dunlow being Dunlow had caught me.

  I had managed to get away and avoid him at every possible meeting he had scheduled for the day but the bottle with the card, saying I need to see you, had been too much for me.

  What was happening to me?

  I had wowed that I was never going to let a man make me feel like I needed him ever again.

  After I had broken up with my last boyfriend, I have had enough.

  It was always the same, It started out with us being in love, making out whenever we got the chance and then the needing a person more than you could handle came.

  That was not going to happen this time around.

  A knock on the door, made me break my train of thoughts of self-pity and put my carton of ice cream down.

  Who was here in the middle of the day?

  Again there was no delivery scheduled and Jess was out of town for a week with Ashley.

  Maybe if I just don’t answer it, whoever it is will go away and I can return back to the ugly feeling in my stomach haunting me again.

  A second knock made me groan and got up.

  Once again the face of Nate Dunlow was staring back at me, making my stomach twist about in an ugly way.

  “Ughhhh not you again. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked Dunlow, who looked like he had run the last flight of stairs.

  “Do you homestly want me to answer that?” he asked, still standing in the door way.

  “Look I took a day off work because I needed to. You are work. I don’t want to see anyone or anything work right now,” I said defiantly hoping he would go away and I could return to my ice cream.

  “You want me here and you know it”, he said, as if reading my mind.

  “Fat chance,” I scoffed.

  “I think one of the other twenty women you slept with this weekend need you. Me, not at all,” I said crossing my arms over my ratty grey t shirt.

  “So this is about that,” he said finally pushing his way through to get inside.

  ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I say knowing perfectly well that at the back of my head this was what had me in a bad place the entire day.

  “You know exactly what I am talking about; this is about me and Christine. You act like you don’t care. But you do,” he said pointing towards me.

  “You should have seen your face when I had waked over to you with Christine on my arm at the ball. You say you don’t care, but you do. You can’t stand having me screw someone else
can you?” he said.

  “Wow. Really?” I say sarcastically.

  “You think I care who you screw? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. New York. I don’t. It’s not like we were together. All we did was have some good sex and then take a shower and walk away. Nothing else. Don’t make mountains out of molehills,” I scream at him.

  He stares at me for a while and then sits down at the kitchen table.

  “I love you”, he says.

  I stare at him as if he had gone mad.

  “I get it. Billionaire, playboy, super good looking, I have all the makings of an asshole. And maybe I am. But not always,” he said.

  “Ever since the day I saw you, all I wanted was you. You have been driving me insane,” he added.

  ‘Every time I see you, all I want to do, is have sex with you, the crazy kind, that’s what you look like and feel like. A crazy person, a crazy person who is determined to drive me insane”.

  “I have never have had a steady girlfriend, never found a girl, smart enough to have her stick around for so long. But you, you’re different. You either care too much or not at all,” he said, staring at me with those steel grey eyes.

  “You have not spoken two words to me outside of work, ever to ask me who I am and what I like. All we do every time we meet is rip each other’s clothes off and have mindless sex and then walk away,” I again half scream at him.

  “Do you even know anything about me? Where I’m from and what is my favorite food?” I say.

  “And now you’re telling me you love me? What is this?’ I say and let out a short laugh.

  He pushed back the chair and got up and in two strides had closed the distance between us.

  “That is exactly what I am saying,” he said.

  Before I could say anything he had covered my mouth with his and had his arms wrapped around.

  Trying to push him back unsuccessfully, I gave in and put my arms around his neck as he continued to press down on me.

  A few seconds later we broke apart a silly smile on both of our faces.

  “So which one is yours?” he asked pointing towards the two bed rooms doors belonging to me and Jess.

  Chapter 36

  Nathaniel

  I woke up with a jolt not knowing what had suddenly woken me up from my sleep.

  A soft snore rose from the bed and brought me back to where I was.

  Alexis’s bedroom.

  We had spent the greater part of the day in the bedroom, her bed to be exact and had only left when the food arrived.

  Waited a couple of hours and had dived right back into the bed.

  Never had a day felt more productive than it today.

  A text on the phone, and Alexis stirred before she went back to her sleep.

  A few seconds later, her phone started ringing and she woke up.

  Groping around, she found her phone but before she could answer it, the call ended.

  “Hey beautiful,” I said as Alexis turned on her side to face me.

  Giving me a half sleepy smile, she got up, pushed the covers off her and climbed on top of me, straddling me as she reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I marvelled at the perfect lines and curves of her body- the hardened light brown of her nipples, the perfect taut skin that stretched over smooth stomach and the swell of her hips. She leaned over me laying her palms flat across my skin, pressing down hard as she reached down to kiss me.

  I bit her lower lip and she kissed me harder- I knew she could feel my erection between her legs and she wriggled her hips, pushing against it. I tucked my thumb and forefinger into the waistband of my boxers, slipping them off with some difficulty since I didn’t want her to stop kissing me- and I didn’t want to stop touching her. My fingers made their way between her legs and as I started to rub her clit, she bit her lip, unable to stop herself from letting out a loud moan.

  My fingers moved faster and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine as I breathed her in- she smelled of fresh bed sheets and coffee and I tasted sunlight on her skin. She bit down on my shoulder, leaving an imprint of her mouth as I slid two fingers inside of her and moved them in a swirling motion.

  She moved like she had never had an orgasm like that before- her entire body felt like it was on fire from within and it was as though she had no control over her movements.

  She jerked rapidly forwards and backwards and I placed my hands on her delicate waist as she stretched my neck as far back as it would go and let out a scream of pure pleasure. She fell down exhausted and I stretched out next to her, lazily kissing her arm as she draped it over her eyes.

  “You’re a loud one,” I said, making sure she could hear the smile in my voice. She removed her arm from her eyes and looked at me just as I looked at her- the gentle light of the day filtered in through the lace curtains of the window and glowed upon her face. I sighed as I reached out and traced her mouth with the tip of my finger; she opened her mouth and lightly bit my finger as she pressed her body to my side. She reached over and patted my crotch to see that I was still hard. She winked at me and sat up and half-twisted her upper body to face me as I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her languidly. I leaned over and kissed her, slowly this time, pulling away as she started to get invested in the kiss. She started to kiss me again but I moved away- I wanted her to want me so much that it drove her mad.

  I kissed her neck and started to move lower down the length of her body, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen and then I pulled her back on top of me. She opened her legs again and slowly let herself down on my dick, riding it as she leaned forwards and whispered, “You ready for round two?”

  I lay back and watched her do the work, her breasts swinging and bouncing as she moved her lithe little body in a rhythm. I reached behind her and started to caress her ass, running my hands lightly over the rounded cheeks before I swiftly spanked her hard.

  She gasped, looking at me with surprise, and then she half-closed her eyes and whispered, “Again.”

  I grinned and spanked her again, harder this time. Her muscles tightened on my dick and she gasped, her breasts bouncing as she leaned down towards me. I pushed myself up a little and took her nipple in my mouth, lightly biting it. She started to move up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into her.

  It was my turn to gasp, she twisted her body in ways that blew my mind. Her long legs were on either side of me and she pressed her palms down on my chest as she grinded against my dick. I slipped in and out of her wet pussy and she reached down and licked my lips. I kissed her fiercely and held her there as I started to feel it building up inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I warned her. “I’m so close, don’t you dare stop.”

  She moved faster and faster, taking me even deeper into her. Suddenly, I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled, clenching my jaw as I felt pure unadulterated pleasure and came inside her. She kept moving until I was done, and then she leaned forward and bit my ear. It was too much, and I threw back my head and moaned her name.

  Rolling off me, she sighed with satisfaction, and I recovered from the mindblowing sex we had just had. I turned to her.

  “Would making this official make you happy?” I asked her as she sat up in the bed, shaking her long man of auburn hair.

  Dammnnnnnnnnnn she looked amazing in that color and with those green flecked eyes, she was a perfect package.

  “Do you think you will stick around long enough to make it official?” she asked playfully, the wicked spark back in her eyes.

  “I guess we will just have to see about that now, won’t we,” I replied and pulled her back into towards me.

  Chapter 37

  Alexis

  Everything was different now.

  I was with Dunlow now.

  Jess had taken the news not entirely happily but she was nevertheless ecstatic to know what Dunlow’s private apartment looked like and if he did have the rumored sex room, some tabloids claimed he had.


  Filling in Jess about what had gone down after the ball didn’t take too long.

  We screwed, we went home.

  He screwed someone else at his place and I got jealous and that was how I ended up with Dunlow.

  It wasn’t the perfect fairy tale but it wasn’t so bad either.

  I mean the papers had a field day when they officially uncovered who the mysterious red head had been with New York’s most powerful man.

  With all the press there was constant digging that came along with it and it got too a point, where my mother who rarely bothered to check up on me since I had moved to the big apple, called, distressed that people had been calling her left and right asking about me and my family and how I was like a kid.

  I wasn’t big on sharing my childhood with anyone, let along complete strangers, but then again I had done what no other woman could do before.

  Get Dunlow to settle down.

  Of course he still went out at night and partied and drank like there was no tomorrow, but then he also made sure that he did end up coming back to his place or mine and slept.

  Which was very unlike him.

  The wild beast of New York, late night was finally taming down.

  I wasn’t sure how he was taking it, but so far he had made sure, he was not seen photographed with another woman.

  It’s not like I was some psycho who didn’t want him seeing other people, it’s just I didn’t want another rumor mill starting and me being harassed at all times starting again.

  I liked my unknown phases where I was just another person who went about with her everyday life.

  Work had also turned around for me ever since it became official I was seeing Dunlow.

  The girls who had made it through with me after the three month probationary period wore killer looks all the time.

  If they didn’t talk to me before this, they now completely ignored me.

  Not that I cared or anything, but I don’t think throwing themselves at the boss was not going to work with Dunlow.

  He had plenty of women already doing that to him.

  The boys on the other hand, who had made it their business too ogle me every time I had walked into the break room for coffee, tried to have conversation with me, hoping I would do them next.