Accidental Sugar Daddy: A Single Mother, Billionaire Romance

by Kaci Rose

  "Good."

  "Pull the phone back and let me see you in the sexy white tank top again," he says.

  I do as he asks and give him a good shot of my chest.

  "Fuck, I can see your nipples through that."

  "Yeah, you like this tank top?"

  "I fucking love it," he groans.

  "Keep stroking yourself just like I would."

  He nods, his breathing starting to pick up. His eyes are heated and focused on me.

  "Is there any cum leaking out?"

  He nods again.

  "Good, use it and spread it down your cock. Rub it in."

  "Rub your clit for me, baby," he asks.

  I reach down my shorts, and I do as he asks. One touch and my body is tingling.

  "Mmm," I moan, "Not as good as when you do it."

  He groans again.

  "Let me see those sexy tits."

  I smile at him and angle the phone so he can see me and my chest. Then I slowly drag the tank top down until both breasts pop out.

  "Fuck, I want my mouth on those so bad," he says. "Go back to rubbing your clit for me baby."

  I do, and my eyes flutter closed for a minute.

  "Are you wet for me?" he asks.

  "Yes, I had to change my underwear before I got in bed and they’re already soaked."

  "Oh god baby, I'm close, I'm so close, rub your clit harder."

  I do, rubbing harder and faster moaning.

  "If I was there, I'd have such a hard time not sliding into that hot wet pussy right now. Feeling it wrap around my cock and squeezing me when you cum."

  His dirty words send me over the edge. My orgasm hit and I clamp my mouth shut so I don't wake the girls.

  When I open my eyes again, he’s breathing hard and must be stroking himself. I bring my finger up that was rubbing my clit and start touching my nipple.

  "Cum for me, Owen."

  I pinch my nipple and moan which sends him crashing over the edge. He groans out my name and tosses his head back while still working himself.

  After a minute, he looks at me with hooded eyes.

  "I can’t remember the last time I came that hard," he says with a smile on his face still trying to catch his breath.

  "That good?"

  "Yeah," he angles the phone so I can see his still hard cock covered in his cum.

  "That's what you to do me, baby."

  "Have you laid in bed rubbing one off thinking of me?" I ask. I don't know where this sexy, flirty girl came from, but he brings it out in me.

  He nods. "Yeah, every night since we met," he growls.

  I gasp and feel my cheeks heat, but warmth floods my body.

  "Baby, that was the sexiest moment I think I've ever had. But I need to get cleaned up. Can I call you right back?"

  I nod.

  "Okay talk to you soon."

  When the line goes dead, I jump up, change my underwear again and wash my hands, fix my tank top, and get back in bed.

  I had just turned the lights off when he calls No video this time.

  "Hey there sexy," he says making me laugh.

  "Pretty damn sexy yourself."

  I can hear him chuckle.

  "What are you doing now?" he asks.

  "Just snuggling into bed. What are you doing?"

  "Same, I just laid down in bed."

  "You sound pretty tired there."

  "Well, this sexy as sin woman just gave me the strongest orgasm of my life and I'm pretty drained now."

  "Sounds like I need to go kick her ass."

  "Mmm, maybe you should. You need to get some sleep. You have work and the kids have school tomorrow."

  "Okay, but for the record, I'm going to sleep under protest because I'd rather talk to you."

  "I'd rather talk to you too baby, but I want to make sure you get your sleep."

  A yawn escapes me, and I say, "Okay, good night, Owen."

  "Good night Ellie, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

  "I can't wait."

  Chapter 7

  Owen

  I usually enjoy getting up early and going into work. I love my company, my job and even the people I interact with.

  But today is different, after last night with Ellie I can feel something change. I want her, not the sex and the amazing orgasms, but her.

  I get to work and head right to my office and close the door. I can't concentrate on the emails or paperwork on my desk, all I can see is Ellie.

  Looking out the floor to ceiling windows of my office, I think about last night. I had fun with her and the girls watching movies. Seeing Allie and Becca’s faces light up and enjoying watching me watch certain parts of the movie. They sang every song and danced together. In just one night, those girls wormed their way into my heart.

  I know I will do anything for them, and I have to know they are taken care of. I know this agreement with Ellie provides for not just her, but for them, and I’m happy I’m able to do that.

  But I want Ellie. Not just our agreement, but I want her, I want a relationship. I haven't wanted anyone like this since my ex. Finding out my ex was only into me for the money killed me. But Ellie, she’s strong, fierce, and independent. She hates me spending money on her, which makes me want to do it even more. I know she isn't after my money and because of that I want to give it to her.

  I'm walking a fine line. I want nothing more than to end this agreement and beg her to give me a chance, take me as I am, give us a chance. Whatever happens, I need to know she and the girls are provided for.

  I understand Ellie and I know she won't take money from me. How do you take care of your girl when she won't let you? I could fill her house with groceries, but that's such a small thing.

  I want her to write the book, and spend time with the girls, do more at their school. I want many more nights like last night. Low key with Ellie and her daughters. Then when the girls go to bed, I want even more time with her, time to pleasure her.

  Ellie asked me what I wanted when I was a kid. I wanted a family. That's what I felt yesterday. I felt part of a family. I want that. I want that with them. Those three girls are the most amazing people I've ever met.

  With everything they have been through, they still laugh and love fiercely and make the best of everything.

  I want more than anything to find a way to end this agreement, but to keep Ellie and the girls and have them allow me to take care of them.

  My phone rings breaking into my thoughts, and I get to work. The day passes slowly, and I have to fight the urge to text her every thirty minutes.

  Finally, it's about the time she would be getting off, so I send her a quick text.

  Me: Hope you had a good day at work.

  I stare at my phone like I'm waiting for it to tell me the secrets of the universe.

  After another half hour and she hasn't texted me back, I decide work is a lost cause today and get ready to head home.

  I know she is busy with the kids, picking them up, dinner and homework, but I want to put a smile on her face. Once I get home and I still don't have a text, I go to see what my chef has left for dinner.

  It's chicken in a wine sauce with some rice and veggies, and it smells delicious. I sit down to eat and send her another text.

  Me: I know you’re busy with the kids, just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you.

  God, how lame can I get? I feel like a kid waiting by the phone for his crush to call. I finish dinner and go to my home office thinking I need to answer some emails.

  That keeps me busy and when I look up, I realize it's later then I thought. Still, no text from Ellie, but I figure the girls should be in bed now, if not real soon, so I send one more text.

  I want her to know I'm all in, even if there is money between us. I plan to treat this like a real relationship from here on out. I want to show her how I feel.

  Me: Call me when the girls go to bed, can't wait to hear your voice.

  At this point I might as well go up and get ready for
bed and hope she’ll call soon.

  I get in bed and turn on the TV when my phone rings. It's her and a big smile takes over my face.

  "Hey, baby, how was your day?"

  "Long." She says with a small laugh.

  I laugh at that too, "I bet. How was work?"

  "Ugh, well, I think I'm going to look for a new job."

  I instantly go still, and my heart starts to race. I have to know what happened.

  "Why? Is everything okay?"

  "Nothing I can't handle, my boss is creeping me out. He’s starting to brush my chest when he walks by and I can't prove it's on purpose, but I wouldn't put it past him with how much he stares at my chest."

  A growl escapes my throat. When I started the arrangement, I did a simple background check on Ellie; I do it on anyone I let near me. This background check also listed where she works.

  I figure it's about time her boss and I meet face to face.

  "But I had a blast with the kids tonight." She keeps talking and I know she’s trying to change the subject. "I lost cool mom points when I had to look up how to do the math homework with Allie. But we got to watch some TV together tonight, and they both snuggled with me, so that’s a win."

  I smile at the image of her snuggled with the girls and my heart beats faster. It’s what I want, to be part of the family and enjoy the simple everyday moments.

  "Good. Are they in bed now?"

  "They are. They had a long day. Both had PE today, so they used up a lot of energy. How was your day?"

  "Long and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Though last night kept playing over and over in my head all day."

  I hear a small intake of breath, but she says nothing.

  "Made me hard just thinking about it, which made it very difficult to concentrate on anything."

  "I'm sorry..." She starts to say.

  "Oh no baby, you don't get to apologize for that, it was one of the sexiest nights of my life."

  "Yeah," I hear the smile in her voice, "It was defiantly worth it."

  I have to change the subject because just thinking about it has me rock hard.

  "Will you bring your computer tomorrow so I can see your book?" I ask.

  "Yeah, I can do that."

  "Please do."

  We stay up for over an hour talking about everything and nothing. No phone sex, just talking. I don't want her to think that's the only reason I'm interested in her.

  "Baby, you’re starting to drift," I say.

  "Mmm I am. I guess it's time to go to bed."

  "Okay, I can't wait to see you tonight."

  "What?"

  "It’s after midnight baby."

  "Damn, didn't realize we had been talking that long." She yawns.

  "Yeah, you’re easy to talk to." I mean it. I've never been able to sit and talk to anyone like this.

  "So are you."

  "Get some sleep I’ll see you soon."

  "Good night."

  ∞∞∞

  The next morning, I’m up and dressed and waiting outside the bakery Ellie works at before they open. A man who I assume is her boss walks up to the door.

  I walk up to him, "Excuse me, are you Tony?"

  "Yeah, what's it to you?"

  I have to take a deep breath to keep my rage under control.

  I stick my hand out, "I'm Owen Garrett." There is a flash of recognition in his eyes. I can also tell by the look all he sees is money as he reaches out to shake my hand.

  "Yes, Mr. Garrett, what can I do for you?" His tone changes to what I call his ass kiss tone. The tone I get when they want something from me.

  "I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?" I gesture inside.

  "Of course, come on in. We have about half an hour before the employees start showing up."

  "That’s more than enough time."

  Soon as the door closes behind me, my posture and tone instantly change.

  "Do you know what sexual harassment is?" I say angrily.

  I continue before he is able to talk. "I'm sure you do since you’ve been committing it with your employees."

  His face turns red, "I won’t have you coming in here making accusations you know nothing about." He spits out.

  "Yeah, I figured you say that. I'll make this very easy for you to understand. When you talk to Ellie, you will look her in the eyes, or you won't look at her at all. You will not so much as even accidentally brush by her. One look, one touch, and my lawyers will bring down on you a sexual harassment case like you have never seen. She’ll own this shop and you’ll be behind bars and when you get out, you’ll be on the sex offender registry for the rest of your life. As it is, you’ll have enough problems with the not- so-anonymous phone call that was put into the owners of this company." I turn around and walk out.

  I would have liked to stay and see his face, but I didn't trust myself around him any longer and I didn't want the employees to see me here and chance it getting around to Ellie.

  ∞∞∞

  Ellie

  I get to work after dropping the kids off and my boss won't even look at me. It's weird, but such a damn relief. Yet as the day goes on things, only get stranger. He wouldn't even talk to me and he sends others to tell me 'what Tony said'.

  After work, I pick up the girls and head home to get ready. Mia walks in as I'm picking out my clothes and announces they’re having her mac and cheese for dinner and they’ve forgotten all about me.

  I dress in one of the long flowy skirts that go down to my knees and a shirt with sleeves to my elbows and put on heels. It's an outfit Owen bought me, so it’s perfect for tonight.

  I straighten my hair and add a necklace. As I’m switching out my purse, I hear a knock on the front door.

  The girls see Owen and start begging him to stay for dinner.

  "We can't tonight girls, Owen and I have a meeting. But you can each pack a cookie in your lunch for tomorrow," I say in an attempt to earn some of my cool mom points back.

  They run off to do it as I say goodbye. Owen takes my hand, and we leave.

  Once the door is closed behind us, Owen pulls me into him. "You look beautiful," he leans in and gives me a chaste kiss.

  I take him in really quickly. He's in black slacks and a blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I meet his eyes and there is a smirk there; he knows I was checking him out. A faint blush crosses my cheeks.

  "You look pretty good yourself."

  We get in the car, and once we are on our way I decide to ask.

  "So, you wouldn't happen to know anything about why my boss won't look or even talk to me, would you?" I ask.

  He growls but says nothing.

  "I thought so. I said I could handle it, you remember me saying, that right?"

  He sighs. "Yes."

  "So, I just can't talk about work with you. Got it." I say a bit frustrated.

  He takes my hand and pulls me into his lap.

  "Please, I want you to talk to me about work. But I couldn't stand back and let him keep doing that. Its sexual harassment and you could’ve had him fired on the spot. I reminded him of that. That's all I swear," he says.

  I look at him, his eyes are pleading with me to understand.

  "How do you even know where I work?" I ask.

  "After the first night I ran a simple background check, looking for criminal records and such, but it also pulled things like your address and workplace. It’s standard procedure with anyone I let near me."

  I nod. "I get that but..."

  "You can handle yourself, I know," he finishes for me. "But is it so bad to have someone who has your back and helps take care of you?"

  "It's nice in theory, but I don't want to become dependent on anyone because when they leave it takes too long to get back on my feet."

  "Like when your ex walked out," he states.

  "Yes," I look out the window.

  The rest of the drive is quiet. He keeps me in his lap and his arms around me. It's so comfortable
I don't even think about moving.

  We pull into a large house, not a mansion per se but a very large house.

  A woman in her early forties opens the door to greet us

  "Oh, you must be Ellie, Owen has told us all about you. I'm Jill, please come in.”

  Owen leans in and whispers. "Jill is Jeff's secretary that's how they met."

  I nod as we enter the home.

  Jill is a great hostess getting us drinks and showing us around. We end up in a back-living room where Jeff is. Owen leads me over to an oversized chair that is big enough for two but smaller than a love seat.

  He sits down and then pulls me in close next to him. Jeff notices and smiles at him. While they talk business, Jill sits down on the couch near me and we talk about the book I'm working on and the bakery I work at. I talk about some of the recipes I've been trying, and we exchange recipes.

  When dinner is ready, Owen walks me into the dining room, pulls out my chair and then sits down next to me. He places his hand on my thigh under the table and continues his conversation with Jeff.

  He runs light circles over my thigh, reminding me of Sunday night. Unlike Sunday, he never moves his hand up, he keeps it in one spot. When he needs to use his hand to cut his food, he does and then moves it right back to the same spot.

  Dinner flies by and I have to admit I like Jill and Jeff. It was a work dinner, but I had fun and Jill said she was happy to have someone to talk to.

  It turns out Owen's house is just a few minutes down the road from Jeff's and his house truly is a mansion, massive circular driveway, and all.

  We walk inside and my eyes go wide. For as big of a house as it is, there’s a cozy feel. A large staircase to my left goes up to an open loft area. The foyer where we’re standing is surrounded by rooms.

  Owen grabs my hand as we head to the back end of the foyer; we pass a large formal living room and walk under a beautiful archway as we enter the kitchen. He asks if I want anything to drink. I say no, and he walks us past the kitchen to a comfortable family room.

  It’s two stories tall and has a plush carpet. The main focal point is a massive fireplace flanked by two windows. It's too dark to see what kind of view he has, but I'm assuming it's a good one.