Billionaire Baby Daddy (An Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  “Good morning, Mr. Foster,” I whispered as I kissed his chest.

  Chase pulled his arm tight around my body and held on to me tightly. I felt his lips kiss my hair as he started to wake up.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Foster,” he said sweetly.

  “Are you ready to do this?” I asked as I sat up on my arm.

  There was already a sense of closeness between the two of us, a level of comfort that we felt. It was as if we had known each other for years, already. I certainly didn’t feel like we had only met a few short days before.

  “I’m ready,” he said as he pulled my hand down and put it on his raging hard cock.

  “Well, I was talking about going to the police station.” I smiled. “But I think we could take care of this before we got going.”

  Slowly, I let my hand move up and down his hard, smooth shaft. My eyes stayed focused on his, and I watched the pleasure of my touch in his eyes. He closed his eyes as his body filled with desire, and I couldn’t resist for another moment.

  I moved my body gently on top of Chase and let his cock slide inside of me, as I balanced myself with my hands on his shoulders. I was acutely aware of his rib pain and didn’t want to cause any more pain for him. I hoped that we could have a fun session of love making with him on his back, relaxing and me doing all the work.

  But Chase had other plans. He didn’t want to just lay back and relax. He wanted to show me how much I was going to enjoy being married to him.

  His thumb pressed against my clit as his hips thrust high up into the air. Suddenly, my control over the situation was gone. Just the touch of his thumb on my clit had my body shaking with excitement. I slowed my hip movements to try and avoid the excitement he was delivering to my body, but there was no avoiding it. I loved it. I loved absolutely every second of his hands on my body. I didn’t ever want him to stop touching me.

  I leaned back and put my hands on his knees as I exposed my clit even more to him. I felt the ecstasy as it moved through my body, but I didn’t give into it at first. Instead, I reached around and let one of my hands grab hold of his balls and tug on them slightly. The movement clearly shocked Chase, and he stopped moving all together.

  At first, I thought my ball tugging had hurt him, but then I realized it just threw him off for a minute. Shortly after, I saw him smile as I pulled a little harder on his delicate balls. I didn’t pull hard enough to hurt him, just enough to give him a sexual stimulation that he might not have expected from me.

  “Do you like?” I whispered as I began thrusting my hips harder.

  “Yes.”

  His short, out of breath answer was all I needed to spur on my other ideas of fun. I released his balls and then let my nails glide across them gently. It was a totally different sensation, but it garnered the same response. He stopped moving and looked at me in shock. I could tell that he didn’t expect for me to know any of these moves. But just because I wasn’t extremely experienced sexually didn’t mean my girlfriends and I hadn’t talked in depth about our fun, secret moves.

  “Fuck, Jordan, you’re my fucking wife. I can’t believe this,” Chase said out of breath as he thrust into me in a search for his orgasm.

  “I know. It’s pretty crazy that I have a husband,” I said as my finger began to stroke the area just below his sensitive balls.

  My new moves obviously impressed him. I knew that when he was feeling better, I was going to get a whole lot of payback. Of course, I wouldn’t mind sexual payback at all. It sounded like a lot of fun to me.

  Our bodies only took another minute before we both screamed out with excitement as the shiver of orgasm rocked us. It was a morning delight that I couldn’t wait to repeat over and over throughout our marriage – assuming the two of us made it through the rest of the week and away from the dangers that Escabar posed to us both.

  As our bodies rose and fell from the exertion, I couldn’t help but laugh. It had only been ten days since I had walked Ana to the plane to take her journey to America. The reality of that thought woke me up right away. It was really crazy how much could happen in just ten short days.

  “I’ve got to do something,” I said as I found my cell phone and logged into my email.

  “What’s up?”

  “I suddenly had a horrible feeling about Ana. I just wanted to check my email to see if by chance she had sent me a message.”

  Chase watched as I scrolled through my messages. He rubbed my back in support as the disappointment on my face showed that I had not heard anything from her.

  “When this is over, I promise we will go to Miami and look for her.”

  “Well, we better get this over with, then,” I said.

  “Yes, let me shower and we can get going.”

  I watched as Chase took his naked ass to the shower. The moment felt as close to perfect as it could be. The only major problem with the moment was that we were only days away from our life’s ending, but other than that – perfect.

  I gathered up my things and waited for Chase on the couch. I had to practice some deep breathing as I tried to calm my nerves. Slowly, I took a breath in and then let it out again as I waited. But it didn’t matter how much deep breathing I did, I was still scared to death that we might be making the wrong decision.

  Going to the police seemed like the only right decision, but yet it could also be the wrong decision. If Escabar found out we went to the police, any chance of us getting out of this alive would be over. Yet, he was already threatening to end things by the end of the week, if Chase didn’t come up with the money that was needed and hand over the black book.

  I still had the duplicate black book, just in case it would come in handy at some point. But I figured going to the police would mean that Chase was going to hand over the black book in exchange for safety from them. Safety that only the police could offer someone, but safety that I wasn’t sure would really prevent Escabar from getting rid of us both. There were so many variables in play, so many things that could go wrong. It was crazier than any crime television episode I had ever watched.

  “Ready?” Chase asked as he came out of the bedroom.

  “Yep, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Let’s do this.”

  He grabbed my hand, and we walked out to the car together. It was a scene right out of any number of crime shows I had watched over the years. We were turning ourselves in and hoping the police could keep us safe. It really was our only hope.

  As we arrived at the police station, I kept myself tucked in behind Chase. I had watched so many shows, but I had never been in an actual police station. It was extremely intimidating.

  “We are here for Officer Reyes,” Chase said as we stood at the front desk.

  “Can I ask what this is regarding?” the woman said without looking up at us.

  “Yes, I stole a book of contact names from Jose Escabar, and he’s going to kill me.”

  The officer at the front desk suddenly seemed much more interested in talking to us. She looked at Chase and then at me before picking up the phone and dialing a number.

  “I’ve got a young couple up here I think you’ll want to speak with.”

  Chase and I just looked at each other with wide eyes. It was real. We were there. We had spent the last twenty minutes driving in circles to make sure we had not been followed. As we stood there waiting for the officer to come and speak with us, I couldn’t help but think that we might be doing the wrong thing.

  What if the police just took the black book from us and didn’t offer us any real protection? What if they weren’t able to protect us? It was entirely possible we were still going to have to deal with Escabar on our own, but I hoped that the police would be able to help us out of the mess in some way.

  “I’m Officer Reyes. How can I help you?” the tall, tan officer said to us as he reached his hand out and shook hands with Chase.

  “My friend Carlos said you could help us,” Chase said as he pulled the black book out of his back po
cket.

  Officer Reyes took the book and thumbed through it for about two seconds.

  “Is this legit, kid?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Robin, book us in room two and get the Captain down here as soon as possible,” he said to the woman at the front desk. “You two are in some serious shit.”

  “Yes, sir. That’s why my wife and I came to you.”

  Chase squeezed my hand and my heart fluttered. It was the first time I had been called his wife in public. It threw me off at first, but it was the truth. He and I were husband and wife now, and I was pretty damn excited about it.

  “Follow me,” Officer Reyes said as he opened the door and walked into the back office area of the police station.

  We walked past a group of desks and then down a long hallway. I didn’t know what exactly I had expected, but it seemed so uneventful at the police station that morning. Maybe I have watched one too many crime dramas, I thought as we made our way down a well-lit hallway with several doors on either side of us.

  “It’s standard procedure, but I’m going to need to talk to each of you separately,” Officer Reyes said.

  “Okay, sure. I’m happy to come in and talk with you,” Chase said as he let go of my hand.

  “Actually, I’d like to talk with your wife first, if you don’t mind.”

  It was the first feeling of things being out of control that I had in the police station. We certainly were not in charge, at all. Officer Reyes and the other officers were going to be in charge through the entire process.

  “That’s fine,” I said as I kissed Chase on the cheek. “I’ve probably got a lot less to say than you do, honey.”

  “Great, come this way, miss…”

  “Mrs. Foster,” Chase interrupted.

  “Yes, Mrs. Foster. Wait, are you Reynold Foster’s son?” the officer asked as he paused.

  “Yes, sir. Chase Foster.”

  “Shit,” the officer said as he opened the door to the small meeting room.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chase

  It seemed like Jordan had been in the room with Officer Reyes for hours. I had watched an officer go into the room with some paperwork and another officer brought a small snack and water. None of them seemed to care at all that I was right there.

  Jordan and I had not had a chance to discuss her story or what exactly she was going to tell them. I didn’t know if she was going to tell them about coming over from Liechtenstein or getting kidnapped by Escabar. I didn’t know if she was going to tell them about me putting her in the safe room at my house or the men beating me up. My nerves went crazy as I imagined all the things that might be going on in that room. I was out of control, and I didn’t like it one bit.

  Then, I saw the Captain as he started the long walk toward me down the hallway. His eyes pierced through me, and I knew he was friends with my father. Suddenly, I realized that even if I tried to keep this all from my father, it was highly likely he would find out from one of his friends on the police force.

  But we had moved beyond worrying about me getting my father’s company. I needed to be responsible and ensure the safety of the people I loved, and I couldn’t do that anymore. Only the Special Crimes Unit and Caption George Bastrop could help us.

  “Chase, I’d like to say it is nice to see you, but I don’t think the circumstances call for that,” Captain Bastrop said as he shook my hand and sat next to me.

  “Yeah, I got myself into some serious shit, George.”

  “Well, let me see if we can figure a way out for you and for your father. I would hate for any of this to get back to him. I hear his health hasn’t been well lately.”

  The Captain didn’t wait for me to respond and made his way into the conference room with Officer Reyes. It made my stomach sink to hear him say he had heard about my father’s health being poor. I didn’t know what was getting out to his friends and the public, but maybe my father was sicker than I thought. Maybe I had been so caught up in my own world that I hadn’t spent enough time checking in with my own family.

  After Captain Bastrop went into the room, it was another hour before I saw Jordan appear in the doorway. She looked exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and I didn’t want her to be left sitting in the hallway alone for hours like I had.

  “Thank you for answering all our questions, Mrs. Foster. You can have a seat,” Officer Reyes said.

  “Actually, we’ve had a pretty rough couple of days. Is there anywhere Jordan could take a nap or get some food while she waited for me?” I said as I looked at Captain Bastrop.

  I certainly didn’t want to be difficult, but Jordan was my wife now. And I was going to do whatever I could to take care of her – especially since I felt a huge sense of guilt for getting her into the situation that we were in.

  “Officer Reyes, take her down to the staff bunk room and grab her some lunch from the cafeteria. I’ll get questioning started here,” the Captain said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Thanks,” I said quietly and then kissed Jordan on the cheek before I made my way into the small conference room.

  As I entered the room, I realized it was much more like an interrogation room than I had originally thought. It was more comfortable, as there weren’t any bright lights shining in your face and more comfortable furniture. But there was no doubt that the room was being recorded, and we were only a step away from being arrested if we said or did something stupid.

  “Chase, let’s get started,” Captain Bastrop said.

  “I’m an open book. I’m here for your help, so I’ll tell you everything. But what if I did something that was illegal in the midst of everything?”

  “Chase, I can’t guarantee you won’t get charged with a crime, especially since I don’t know what it is you did. But from what I know so far, you and your wife are in some serious shit. You can call an attorney if you’d like or we can just talk this out and see if we can figure out a way to get you two kids out of this mess.”

  Captain Bastrop now had the black book in his hands that I had given to Officer Reyes. It was clear that the information in that book was immensely important to the police department. My gut told me that my petty crimes would not be an issue.

  “I don’t want an attorney. I just want to keep my loved ones safe. Can you make sure that happens?”

  “I’ll do my best, Chase. You did the right thing coming here. Now, let’s talk about this book. Tell me how you got your hands on it.”

  There was so much that had happened before I stole that black book, so much more involved in the story than I’m sure even Captain Bastrop really understood. I closed my eyes for a second to think through the story and try to decide the best place to start.

  “I had been fucking around and wasting my father’s money, so he cut off a lot of his support. I was stupid and had been gambling, going to some underground clubs. One night, I wasn’t able to pay my losses. Jose Escabar offered me a loan, plus another fifty thousand, to get me by until I got a hold of more money.”

  “So, you took a hard money loan from Jose Escabar to cover your illegal gambling loss?”

  The way he said it made me sound like a total loser. I hated it. I hated to hear my own words coming back at me from a man with such power and respect.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “All right, so you owed him some money? Did your father refuse to help you pay him back?”

  “Actually, I never told my father. I continued to borrow more and more money from Escabar. I was only able to pay back the interest payments over several months. Then, my father totally cut me off financially. He stopped paying for everything, and I didn’t even have enough money to pay the interest payment.”

  “That’s bad news.”

  “Yes, sir. Escabar brought me in to his house and threatened me and my family if I didn’t pay him back in two weeks. I don’t have the money. I don’t have access to the money. I panicked and grabbed his black book as I left his house.”r />
  “Yeah, that was a bad move,” Captain Bastrop said as he leaned back in his chair.

  “Yes, it was. The next day, I was getting ready to go into work and two of his men shot through my front door. I pushed Jordan into my safe room with the black book and the men beat the shit out of me to try and get the book,” I said as I stood up and showed him my bruised abdomen.

  The bruising looked horrendous. It was dark brown and yellow in many spots and still dark purple in others.

  “Shit, we’re going to need to get some pictures of that. Is that what happened to your face, too?”

  I had totally forgotten that I had some bruising around my eye still, from when Marco had slugged me leaving Escabar’s house.

  “Marco popped me in the eye when I left Escabar’s house.”

  “Does Marco know you took the book?”

  “No, but he was with the two other goons who showed up at my house. They think I took it, but there were a couple other people at Escabar’s house that day who I tried to implicate to get them to leave my house and not kill me.”

  “Do you think Marco would cooperate with an investigation?”

  That was a good question. I didn’t think Marco wanted to work for Escabar anymore, but I also knew that he would be the first person to get killed if he decided to help the police.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Weren’t you two old high school friends?”

  The Captain had been friends with my father for many years. It was true that Marco and I had once been friends, but I didn’t count him as a friend, anymore – that was for sure.

  “Yeah, we were friends. But I don’t know if he wants out or not.”

  “We can deal with that later. There’s another piece of this puzzle that I’m missing, though. How did your wife get kidnapped?”

  I took a deep breath and cringed at the thought of having to explain my relationship with Jordan and how we had already gotten married. There was one piece of that story that I didn’t want to share at all, one crucial piece that I thought Captain Bastrop didn’t need to know. He didn’t need to know that I had intended to marry Jordan just so my father would give me his company and think I was responsible. That part of the story I would just have to leave out.