Claimed by the Billionaire: Rescue #3

by Danielle Jamesen

  She looked at me, “How have you been feeling?”

  “The morning sickness is a lot worse this time around,” I admitted, “I honestly don’t feel that great most of the time.”

  “Well, you quit your job right? You should be able to get lots of rest now.” She smiled.

  I felt uncomfortable. That meant she knew exactly what was going on and had been following the story in the press. Didn’t exactly fill me with warm feelings, mostly just worry that she would tell someone. And something in her tone bothered me too…

  “Is that what you would suggest?” I ask.

  “Well, as of right now, you’re fine and good to go. If the morning sickness gets worse or you start getting sick, give me a call.”

  I nodded, “Sure, okay.”

  “I suppose you will be taking it easy though.”

  There it was again — another sly comment. Her tone was mild but it felt as if she was suggesting something. You won’t have to do anything now that you got a billionaire hooked was what it sounded like. I didn’t like it. It made me uncomfortable.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” I replied, pressing something I should probably drop.

  “Well you won’t be hurting for cash, right?” She laughed, “At least not like you were two months ago. This will be an easy pregnancy.”

  I felt a blast of anger. It was pretty clear what she meant by that — that I had hooked Bradley in so I could keep living rich. I had to get out of that room now before I said something bad.

  “Anyway,” She was saying, “I’m sure you’ll be okay. Give me a call if anything changes. Otherwise we’ll schedule you for a check-up soon to make sure everything is okay and in order.”

  I nodded, sliding off the table, grabbing my purse.

  “Have you told your son yet?”

  “No.” I said stiffly.

  “I wonder how he’ll take it,” She mused, “So soon after his father died.”

  I snapped, “What are you trying to say?”

  Dr. Wright blinked, “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, it sounds like you have something you want to say and instead you are just jabbing at me instead.”

  Her faced paled, “No, I’m…”

  I didn’t wait to hear her answer. I wasn’t interested in it. I stormed out of the room, feeling angry. I tried to shove my anger down as I went to pay for my appointment. I told myself that I should get used to this — that this is what it was going to be like going forward. People were going to judge me for what I did with Bradley and the fact I was pregnant so soon. I couldn’t go off and explode at every person who said or did something. I would spend all my time angry and it wouldn’t benefit the baby at all.

  I made it back to Bradley’s apartment without anyone from the press seeing me. The sun was high in the air and the sky looked crisp and blue, as if we were all trapped in a giant marble. I pressed my hands against my stomach and closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing. I had two hours until Greg had to be picked up from school. He said the kids had been talking and been making rude remarks to him but he had managed not to act out. I didn’t know for how long. I debated having him homeschooled but then he would be isolated. I felt confused, unable to make a choice or follow one through.

  “Serena?”

  I turned around to see Bradley coming into the living room, a small smile on his face. I smiled back.

  “Hey.” I said as he walked over.

  “How did the doctors go?”

  I smiled, “I am officially pregnant.”

  Bradley broke out into that smile I loved and then peered closer at me, “What’s wrong?”

  It came rushing out of me all then, my concerns about the baby, about what people would think as well as the sly remarks the doctor had made. Bradley listened, having me sit on his plush couch and held my hand. As I finished, I felt more relaxed, as if a dam had broken and I had spilled out everything.

  When I finished, he squeezed my hand, “I’m sorry,” He said to me, “I didn’t even think of all of those things.”

  I shook my head, “It is okay. I’m just feeling overwhelmed, I guess.”

  Bradley leaned forward and kissed me. Gently at first, in the reassuring way he could do so well and then harder, his tongue sliding in my mouth. I kissed back, letting the warmth flow through me, feeling okay when he kissed me like that. His hands trailed through my hair, sending shivers up and down my back. He kissed down my neck and I sighed, contented.

  Bradley slid down to his knees in front of me on the couch, sliding open my legs. He ran a finger up my thigh until he reached the front of my panties and trailed a finger down the front. I let out a small whimper, shutting my eyes again as he ran another finger down.

  “Lift your hips.” He said to me, his voice husky.

  I obeyed, lifting my hips up as he slid my underwear off of me. Then I felt his tongue darting in between my legs. I let out another sigh as he began to go down on me, his hands gripping my thighs as he worked his tongue around me, in me, touching me, his fingers squeezing my thighs. The pleasure ran over me in waves as I shut my eyes tighter, gripping the couch, my hands making fists as I rocked my hips in time with his tongue thrusting in me. I could hear him murmuring my name as he worked on me down there.

  Soon he slid a finger in me as he sucked on my clit. He began pumping the finger in slower as I moaned louder. I was happy we were alone, safe in his apartment, with no one around and no one able to burst in. I let myself go, moaning, my face flushed and sweat beading my brow. His finger pumped harder and he slid another one in as his tongue darted along my clit, sucking on it once and a while.

  I felt the pressure mounting as he worked on me. I moaned his name — once, twice, one more time as if for good luck. Then I arched my hips and came. It came in waves along my body, the pleasure wracking me, making me warm all over as it built and built inside me.

  As I came down from my orgasm, I lay against the couch, trying to catch my breath. I wiped the sweat from my brow as Bradley pulled up my panties and then leaned over and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth.

  “Thank you.” I breathed.

  Bradley just smiled.

  Chapter 8

  It was later in the night and I was helping Greg with his homework at the long oak table. He was trying to solve a math problem that seemed out of my own element as well and I felt a bit foolish. This wasn’t complicated math but I felt like a dunce, staring at the page.

  “I swear this wasn’t how they taught me when I was your age.” I mumbled for probably the millionth time that night.

  “Mom,” Greg whined, “This is how we’re being taught.”

  I stared again at the problem. That was when I heard Bradley call my name from the living room. I walked into the living room and he was looking at something on his phone and beckoned me to follow him into the hallway. Perturbed, I followed.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  Bradley shoved his phone towards me. His grim expression told me that whatever I was looking at I wasn’t going to enjoy one bit. I looked down to see TMZ and my heart stopped. BRADLEY GABLE’S PERSONAL ASSISTANT PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD! The headline was plastered on the front page and was their top story. My mouth dropped. How could they have known? I had been planning on keeping it a story as long as possible and instead it was all over TMZ. I thought of how everyone was going to find out this way now and I felt sick. I read the story, my eyes darting down it quickly.

  “Serena…pregnant with Bradley Gable’s child…confirmed at the doctors…source leaked her medical records…confirming pregnancy…Winter, Bradley’s wife, is rumored to make a statement soon…”

  Leaked my medical records? Could it have been…? I thought of Dr. Wright and her rude remarks and her pale, angry face when I said something. Did she truly leak my medical records? TMZ paid for tips, didn’t it? I wonder how much she got for leaking my pregnancy so early.

  “This is my fault,” I heard myself say, “I shouldn’
t have snapped at my doctor. She had to have been the ones to leak this. No one else knew.”

  “Someone might have recognized you,” Bradley replied, although he sounded doubtful, “And took your records.”

  “I guess it doesn’t matter. It is out there now. It says Winter is going to be making a statement soon.”

  “She has to fight back somehow. The tide went against her after we leaked the clip of her bribing you to spy on me.”

  It was true. After we leaked the video clip, it was hard for her to refute what she had done. She tried to say it was because she knew Bradley was cheating and wanted confirmation. Winter still had some sympathy with woman who had been cheated on before but the clip made her look a bit crazy.

  But now she had the best ammo of all — her husband’s mistress was pregnant. She could justify her wanting to spy on him now by twisting this to her advantage. We had thought the divorce would be cut and dry when we first caught her bribing me on tape. But with Winter catching us, leaking it to the press and having public sympathy, she was back to dragging out the divorce, wanting more money.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked him.

  “I just need to pay what Winter wants and get this divorce over with.” Bradley replied.

  I bit my bottom lip, “But doesn’t she want an awful lot?”

  “About half of my fortune.”

  “She doesn’t deserve it.” I snapped, feeling furious at her getting a cent.

  Bradley ran his fingers through his hair and opened his mouth to say something when Greg chimed up.

  “Mom!” He called, “Your phone won’t stop ringing.”

  I groaned and shut my eyes briefly before walking back to the dining room. It was ringing as I walked in and I saw it was Cathy.

  I picked it up, “Hello?”

  “You answered!” She exclaimed on the other line, “Bitch, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for a week!”

  “I know, I’m sorry. Just a lot has been going on.”

  “No shit! I’ve read TMZ. How much of it is true?”

  I walked into the dining room, clutching my phone to my ear, “How much did you read?”

  “Oh, well, I knew about you sleeping with your boss part, I think we covered that one already,” She joked, “I meant more of you being pregnant.”

  I glanced back at Greg who wasn’t paying attention, “That’s true.” I replied in a low tone.

  “Are you serious?” She exclaimed, “That is amazing, Serena! Congrats!” She paused, “Congrats, right? This is good, right?”

  In low tones, I explained my concerns, about the news being leaked and about Winter wanting half of Bradley’s money for a divorce. Cathy listened and didn’t say anything judgmental, for which I was grateful. I couldn’t bear it if my best friend lost it on me or said something terrible.

  “What are you going to do?” She asked when I finished.

  “I’m going to have to tell Greg tonight. I don’t want him to find out at school and I know he will. TMZ said Winter was going to make a statement. I’m dreading that.”

  “If Bradley pays Winter off, won’t she just go away? He is a billionaire, after all, Serena. Won’t he make that money back in a year?”

  I hadn’t thought of it like that, for some ridiculous reason. Cathy kept going.

  “And, seriously, girl, no offense, but even if he does pay her off, will that even make a dent in how much he has? At this point, wouldn’t it be easiest just to pay her off?”

  “But then she gets what she wants.” I countered.

  “So? So do you. You get Bradley. And a new lease on life with a new family and you won’t look so damned sad all the time,” Cathy shot back, knowing she was making sense, “Bradley will still have more money than you ever did, Serena, even after the divorce.”

  “I just hate that Winter gets a penny.”

  “Life isn’t a story, Serena. If you’re waiting for Winter to get her comeuppance, well, she won’t get it. And you’ll just stress yourself and the baby out if you try to get revenge on her or drag the divorce out any longer. Listen, I obviously can’t tell you what to do. But you’ve gone through a lot these last few years. I think some happiness is in order. If Bradley wants to pay her the money and divorce her, I say let him. She’ll be out of the picture for good. Besides,” Cathy added lightly, “You said she always wanted a kid, right? From Bradley? You got that and she didn’t, if you have to absolutely feel as if you won in this. I think that makes you a winner.”

  After I hung up the phone with Cathy, I looked at my phone for a while. I kept getting texts from people I hadn’t talked to in years, suddenly acting as if we were best friends who had just fallen out of touch. My voicemails kept adding up. I shut off my phone. It was time to tell Greg and then time to tell Bradley that Winter could get the money. It was time for us to start a new life together.

  Like a child picking a scab, I clicked on the TMZ link that led to Winter’s statement about the pregnancy and skimmed it.

  “…deeply upset…thought we could work it out…no choice now but to move forward with the divorce…thought Bradley was better than that…Serena is using him for his money…her family lost everything…will take the high road and reach out to him through my lawyer…”

  What a crock of shit, I thought as I closed out of the story. Winter had never once taken the high road. I thought of how she must feel knowing that Bradley didn’t want a child with her, as evidenced by my own pregnancy. I didn’t want to imagine her rage when she got the news. Her angle didn’t surprise me and I would have to do my best to ignore it.

  I thought of how I told Greg last night that I was pregnant. I told him it was with Bradley. Greg, still a child, asked if this meant he could stay in the “big house” forever and play video games. He didn’t blink when I told him about the pregnancy. He just asked for a brother.

  I was lost in thought, relieved at how Greg took it, when Bradley stepped into our bedroom. He looked tired, his tie already undone and hanging around his neck.

  “How was the office?” I asked him, shutting off my phone’s screen.

  He noticed and replied, “I saw TMZ; it’s okay,” He sat down on the bed next to me, “I’m trying to hire someone to replace your position.”

  “How is that going?”

  “Been better. Last time I had Janine helping although she was spying on me for Winter so she wasn’t as great as I thought. This time everyone is clearly trying to get a job because they think we will sleep together. I got about five numbers today alone.”

  I laughed in spite of myself. I missed Bradley and wanted his touch. I laced my fingers through his and looked at him, hoping he would see that I wanted him. He stroked my cheek.

  “I know that look.” He whispered, sliding closer.

  Bradley kissed me. But I didn’t want it slowly. I wanted him now, all over me, in me and inside me. I wanted him and when I had him the stress I was feeling faded away. It was just us. That was what I wanted.

  I kissed him back hard, grabbing at his clothes, mumbling his name like a chant. He seemed surprised at how much I wanted it but he soon fell against me, yanking off my shirt. His hands were on my breasts, kissing along them and his mouth brushed against my nipples. I moaned softly, my fingers trailing through his hair as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it and sucking on it and then switching to the other. He was tugging my pants off as I removed the rest of his clothes hurriedly. I could feel him hard against my thigh as he pinched my other nipple.

  “You’re craving my dick, aren’t you?” He said gruffly in my ear.

  I nodded, moaning softly as his hands slid to my ass, slapping it. I didn’t want any more foreplay. I just wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel Bradley inside me so I could feel him, focus on him and forget everything else.

  “Fuck me.” I said to him softly, pressing up against him.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Please.” I breathed.<
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  “Bend over.” He commanded me.

  I got down on all fours on the bed, my ass in the air as he pushed my legs apart. I felt him slide a finger in me and I moaned.

  “Fuck yourself against my fingers.” Bradley ordered me, sliding a second finger in my wetness.

  I started pumping myself against his fingers, rocking my hips, trying to get his fingers in deep as me as I could. I wanted more. My face was flushed and I could feel my breathing coming hard as I moved back against his two fingers, wiggling my hips. It wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me. I whimpered, fucking myself back against him harder. I realized I was coming close to finishing and started moving back harder, trying to get myself to finish —

  His fingers slid out of me and suddenly Bradley was inside me. In one thrust he entered me, every inch sliding in me, filling me suddenly with the warmth flowing through me. I threw my head back and moaned and his fingers were in my hair, tugging my head back as he pounded into me. It felt amazing — more than amazing, something I didn’t even know how to describe. I tried to match his thrusts as he took me.

  “Yes, Bradley,” I moaned, “Yes, please.”

  He grunted as he pounded me, tugging on my hair again, “You like that?”

  “Yes, yes.” It was all I could say, all I could manage to cry out as he took me.

  Bradley moaned, his hands now out of my hair and gripping my hips, “Serena just wanted to be fucked, didn’t she?”

  I couldn’t even reply. All I could do was feel my orgasm quickly approach, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I came, my entire body shaking with pleasure. My arms gave out and I collapsed on the bed as Bradley finished inside me, grunting my name as I felt him fill me. The pleasure radiated throughout my body as I lay on the bed. Bradley crashed next to me, panting, his eyes shut. I rolled onto my side and shut my eyes. Before I knew it, sleep overtook me.

  Chapter 9