by Angela Blake
Baby SEAL
A Baby Seal Romance
By Angela Blake
I’m Angela Blake and I love a good steamy story. Why? Coz life is hard enough as it is. I don’t want real. I want to escape. Into a world of love, sexy cat-and-mouse and the explosive, satisfying reward at the end of it.
Between working from home and juggling two tiny kids and a Labradoodle, writing is my escape.
I write an enticing blend of all things naughty. The things we’re not supposed to want but do. The things we deprive ourselves of but crave. Acting out on paper the dirtiest, darkest parts of my mind for your pleasure.
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Some of my Books:
Bang & Bounce
Grunt & Grind
Slap & Swallow
The Virgin’s Contract
The Virgin’s Promise
The Virgin’s Arrangement
Proposition
Breaking Daddy’s Little Virgin
Table of Contents
Baby Seal
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
The Virgin’s Arrangement - Teaser
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Baby Seal
Prologue
She hadn’t known the depth of her love for him. Not until she saw the bullet collide with his chest, making him fall down. As the blood flowed from his wound, it was almost as if the life was leaving Faith’s body. She felt as if she was floating, far away, detaching herself from the now.
She looked down, taking in the view around her. She fought against the ropes, wanting to reach out to Landon, to protect him. Another gunshot, tears, terror.
She screamed, thrashing on the floor, silently praying.
“Fight. Don’t you dare give in.” Faith whispered, urging Landon to stand.
His head turned to face her, a pained smile on his lips, his eyes tinged with desperation.
But a blankness started settling in them and those beautiful eyes fluttered shut.
Faith heard the door of the warehouse open. Footsteps, men racing towards them. Someone took down Noah, forcing him to drop his gun. Faith closed her eyes, tired. They would save him now. He would live….
Or so she hoped as she fell into unconsciousness.
Chapter 1
The city of Charleston was one of the most popular and liveliest in all of South Carolina. Perhaps, one of the reasons for Faith Williams to leave her life in Chicago and come settle here. One of the reasons but surely not the only one. The real reason behind Faith moving to Charleston two years ago was her dire need to be away from Noah, her ex-boyfriend.
Sometimes, it truly baffled Faith how once she had loved Noah so deeply and now she couldn’t even stand him for a moment. As with all relationships, theirs had had a sweet start, filled with excitement and love. Faith had been in her first year of college when she met Noah, a senior. She was studying architecture while Noah was graduating with a photography degree.
They had met at a house party, connected and since then had become inseparable. When Noah graduated, he had used his father’s money to start his own production house. He had asked Faith to move in with him, into his apartment. In love and happy, Faith had agreed.
The initial few months had been amazing. Noah was loving and devoted to making Faith feel peaceful. The next three years had been the greatest adventure of Faith’s youth, filled with new experiences, emotions and joy.
However, slowly, as Faith grew up she began to see through the charade, noticing his flaws and their differences. It started with wanting to eat at different restaurants then moved onto wanting to hang out with different friends. While Faith was a free bird, wanting to explore life, Noah was meticulous and pessimistic.
She wanted to go in one direction, he wanted to go to another. The going got tough and their relationship suffered. One night, after getting into an argument, possibly their worst till then, Noah left the home. Faith had been worried about him, knowing how his temper could always get the better of him. Yet, by then, she was beginning to lose heart and wanting to call it off.
She cared for him, no doubt, but more as a human being than a lover. Thinking back, Faith knew now their argument had been petty. Noah had disapproved of a friend on Faith’s, John, who used to be closer to her than most. Faith had been quite taken aback by Noah’s demanding tone and dominating posture, telling her, rather than asking, to stop interacting with John.
That night, Faith had gone to sleep, her mind half decided on leaving when she deemed fit. She had already sent in an application to an architectural firm in Charleston. She hadn’t shared the news with Noah, knowing he would blame her for running away.
When he came back home, that all had changed. Faith remembered it all too clearly.
The stench of alcohol on his breath, the aggressive way he had held her. The way he had thrown her on the bed and assaulted her. Faith’s screams had alerted the neighbors and they had called the cops, notifying them of the disturbance.
Faith had been lucky, they had arrived before Noah could damage her permanently, physically and emotionally. Needless to say, that had ended their relationship. Faith, despite her family’s protest, had not pressed charges, simply choosing to leave and be away from him, with no contact whatsoever between them.
She had moved out and gone to live with her cousin, Carly, who was also studying in Chicago. Faith’s parents, Lucy and Adam, had insisted that she come back to New York, the city she had been born and raised in.
Not wanting to hurt them, Faith had packed all her essentials and tied up loose ends, before going to New York. She had stayed for a month, spending time with her parents and reconnecting with her roots. They had been upset but more so pleased to hear about the position she was being offered in South Carolina. Hence, after preparing, Faith had moved to Charleston, South Carolina.
She was working with their most popular architectural firm, McKenzie Interiors, as a senior advisor. As of now, her biggest project was the restoration of the historical residences tarnished by the civil war so long ago. The project had been Faith’s top priority as the city was coming together to welcome their navy heroes in less than a month.
The project had been ongoing for about a year, being done to honor the heroes returning from war with the newly refurbished houses. Faith knew the project was very important to the community and hence, used her best expertise to get the job done, smoothly.
Life in Charleston was proving to be ben
eficial for Faith as she had already forgotten about her past, perhaps even forgiven Noah for his misgivings. Coming here and being on her own had taught Faith the importance of rising above and being kind to all. That said, it didn’t mean she was ready to let him enter her life. As Faith hadn’t pressed any charges, Noah was free to contact her. Rest assure, he never visited nor created trouble.
However, it didn’t mean he didn’t spend his time trying to convince her to return to Chicago and to the life she no longer desired for herself. She had changed her contact number but still used the same email account, making that the only means of communication Noah could contact her from. Yet, Faith never replied, pitying him for not moving on.
Her life had settled down and returned to a routine, sometimes hectic and sometimes calm. At the start, settling in had been difficult as Faith hadn’t known anyone apart from her colleagues at work. Over time, Faith had changed her views for the people around her had welcomed her warmly.
She had made quite a few friends at work, mainly Naomi and Jack, her copartners working with her on the project. During the day, Faith would focus on work, visiting the different locations and mapping out the work that was to be done. In the evenings sometimes Faith would join her friends for dinner or drinks, sometimes she would stay in and read.
She couldn’t deny that the loneliness would seep into her heart every now and then. Not because she missed Noah, that was far from it. But because she missed the notion of having someone be there for her. After coming to Charleston, upon Naomi’s insistence, Faith had been on a few dates. She had met nice, decent guys but nothing had gone on for longer than a few weeks at most.
She wondered if Noah had drained her of the energy to find love again and be happy. However, she liked to hope this wasn’t the case. For her, love had no deadline and would show up expectantly, when she didn’t anticipate it to arrive.
***
“Yo, Faith!” Faith heard someone call out from behind her.
She was sitting on the porch of one of the houses they were rebuilding.
“Hey, Walter. What can I do for you?” Faith asked, putting down her sketch pad on her lap.
“We’re almost out of material.” Walter, the team leader, said, taking off his cap and scratching his head.
“Don’t worry. The office called and the new shipment will arrive tomorrow morning.” Faith told him, reassuringly.
“Beats me who pays for this.” Walter chuckled, returning to the house and screaming out instructions to his team.
Faith did not like meddling in business that did not require her presence. She hadn’t inquired much about the benefactor behind the rebuilding process. However, Naomi, who was quite informed about such gossip, had told Faith the benefactors were indeed the family of one the Navy Seals being honored.
The Brown family, Naomi had called them. In a town like Charleston, anyone who had lived here for longer than five years knew everyone. Faith truly believed this was a nice change from her busy, isolated life in Chicago where people were always running around, racing time. Faith was quite taken aback to hear that one family was solely paying for this project but also was quite humbled by the fact.
They were going out of their way to make sure the local heroes were welcomed back in a ceremonious way. Faith had always been fascinated by the army, especially the Navy SEALS unit. Back in college, when Faith was looking to make money, she had taken up writing stories. She had always been complimented on her writing style. One of the first stories she had sold to a fiction house was written about a romance between a small town girl and a Navy SEAL.
Thinking about it now, Faith wondered if she too would find a Navy SEAL to swipe her off her feet and carry her into the sunset. Always a hopeless romantic, such thoughts amused Faith quite a lot. Yet, she knew she was far from ready to face her happily ever after. In fact, Faith wanted to be stable and independent enough to not require a man’s assistance for her happily ever after.
She wasn’t looking for anything steady, not yet at least, but she did enjoy fantasizing now and then.
Making sure the team would handle the work allocated for the day, Faith headed out of the house and went for a stroll on the waterfront. She scanned all the houses they were working on, making mental notes about what each house needed. Afterwards, Faith decided to call Naomi, to inform her she was heading home.
As a team, the three of them, Jack, Naomi and Faith, had to stay in touch with each other to make sure no miscommunication occurred.
“Hello?” Naomi answered on the first ring.
“Hey, I was at the south side of the construction. They’re out of material so confirm if the shipment will be here tomorrow.” Faith told her, covering her other ear to hear better over the strong wind.
“Yeah, I’ll get this done.” Naomi said, “Also, did you receive the email?”
“Which one?” Faith asked, confused.
“The one about the Charity Gala.” Naomi said, excitedly.
“Yeah, I did. I did.” Faith said, not as excited as her.
“You can’t skip, that’s all I wanted to tell you.” Naomi said, giggling.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Faith said, laughing lightly. “Anyways, I’m heading home. Call me if you need anything.”
“Got it.” Naomi said, cutting the call.
Faith internally groaned, not at all excited about the Charity dinner. The Brown family was hosting a charity dinner on the night the troops would arrive, to raise money for families whose kin had been unable to make it out alive. The cause was noble, no doubt, and one Faith wholeheartedly supported.
But, Faith was the last person to attend a formal dinner, one that would require her to wear a dress and heels. She was more on the eccentric side, preferring washed out jeans over stockings, loafers over heels. A charity dinner would require effort that Faith did not want to make. More than that, she knew she would be put on the spot, along with Jack and Naomi, since they were overlooking the project.
Knowing she had no choice in the matter, Faith decided not to think about it till she absolutely had to. She knew she would call in sick, but also knew very well that Naomi would see through the lie and tell on her, just out of spite.
The best part about her job was the friendly and casual environment the office had. As long as everyone remained disciplined and got the work done, no one would get into trouble. It was quite a relaxing change from Faith’s previous job in Chicago, the environment being one painted with professional envy and competition.
Faith wanted to work because she loved the idea of building houses, houses where people would live, marry, have children and raise families. Every house she designed would live to have a story unravel in it, the thought being a very soothing one to Faith.
One of her dreams was to be financially stable enough to design and construct a house for her parents to live in. They had worked hard all their lives to support Faith’s dreams. She was an only child and the apple of their eyes. Rarely did her parents say no to her, unless the situation had no other way to go.
She wanted to be able to give back to them and make them proud. For that, Faith would have to work hard and focus on her career. She did make a promise to herself to visit her parents as much as possible or have them fly out here to meet her. Whenever they came to Charleston, they couldn’t believe how calming the life here was unlike the fast paced one they led in New York.
Faith had tried to encourage them to move here with her, but it was a futile attempt. She could take them out of New York, yet, she couldn’t ever take New York out of them.
As Faith drove down the pier, she rolled her window down, allowing the wind to caress her cheek and the sun to warm her face. One of the best things about South Carolina was the weather, refreshing and changing all the time.
The Saint John Cathedral was not too far from her house and Faith would visit Church every Sunday. Some joked that her name had made her passion for God increase. Yet, Fa
ith did not think so. She loved her connection with God, her one protector and guider in the world along with her parents.
She pulled into her house driveway, killing the engine and got out.
“Hello, Faith! The mailman stopped by to drop off a package in the morning. I signed for it, I hope that’s alright.” Mrs. Smith, Faith’s neighbor called out from her porch.
“Thank you, Mrs. Smith.” Faith replied, smiling.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith lived in the house next to Faith’s, alone. They were the epitome example of the perfect couple. Even though they were in their elderly years, their love was still as fierce as the day they had met. Mr. and Mrs. Smith lived on a pension, after having worked throughout their youth.
Faith remembered the evening when she had sat down with Mrs. Smith on her porch for a cup of tea and had been told about their romance. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had met when Mrs. Smith was just finishing high school. He had seen her walking back home from school multiple times from the construction site he worked at. One day, after mustering up the courage, he had approached her and asked her out. The rest was, as they say, history.
Mrs. Smith had gotten pregnant soon after marriage but after a tragic fall, she had miscarried. After that, they had been unable to conceive. Mrs. Smith had told Faith how Mr. Smith loved children but didn’t let this get in the way of their marriage. He stayed with her, his love not wavering even once.
Faith had been awestruck to hear their love stories, wondering if such stories still came about in the modern world. Alas, from her own experience, she didn’t think they did exist anymore.
She picked up the package on the front steps on her house and headed inside. She sat the package down on the kitchen counter and went to take a quick shower to relax. Changing into more comfortable clothes, before heading downstairs to open the package.
