Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “What are you doing over there? Come back to bed,” she tells me in a lazy tone, still half-asleep.

  “I can’t sleep. I’m thinking,” I admit. My brain has been working non-stop since I came to the realization that I couldn’t postpone a showdown any longer. The game between Lester and me and Strokes might have been a chess match, but now it’s time to just kick the board and turn this into a boxing fight.

  “Thinking?” she asks, and I roll my eyes. It’s not like I don’t fucking think. “About what?” She sits up on the bed, staring me. My eyes dart to her naked breasts, and I remember how it felt to feel them under my hands a while ago. My cock twitches inside my boxer briefs, but now isn’t the time to be thinking of sex. I’m far too worried for that, which is another first for me, that’s for sure.

  I drag my feet back to the bed and sit next to her, holding her hand. “I’m trying to think of a way out of all this.” I smile faintly but, to be honest, I don’t have the slightest fucking clue about what we can do.

  Even though we know what Lester is involved in, we have no evidence. Zero fucking proof. He might be a bastard, but he’s a cunning bastard. He always does his dealings through someone else, and even his financials are handled through a fucking patsy.

  As far as I can make out, the Commissioner is immune to whatever we do. And now he’s closing in on us… He even gave Destiny an ultimatum. He wants her back on her side or he’s going to go fucking berserk on us.

  But there’s no way I’m ever going to let go for that talk he wants to have. Unless…

  Oh, fuck!

  Why didn’t I think of this before?

  It’s so fucking obvious!

  “Babe, I fucking got it. We can fight him!” She looks at me with a pale smile, and that isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting. I was looking for some enthusiasm, even some excitement, but all she manages to present me with is a weak smile. What’s going on here? “Babe, what is it? We can end him fucking once and for all.”

  Then, she says something that just hits me out of nowhere. “Austin… Why don’t we just leave?” she whispers, lowering her voice so much that I can barely hear her words.

  “Leave?” I ask, shocked.

  “Yeah. Somewhere else… Somewhere far away from here,” she says to me. “Away from all of this. I… I don’t know what might happen if we go up against Lester. It’s too dangerous for you, for me and for…” She stops, hesitating, and runs her tongue between her lips. “Austin, there’s something I need to tell you.”

  “What?”

  She pauses. Takes a deep breath.

  I can’t wait any fucking longer.

  I need to tell her.

  “I love you, Destiny Renee,” I tell her.

  “I’m pregnant, Austin” she says, and I don’t know if she just replied or what.

  Wait.

  What?

  I didn’t see that fucking coming. “What did you just say?” I ask her in disbelief.

  “Never mind me,” she says to me. “What did you just say?”

  My mouth hangs open as I try to understand the ramifications of what she just told me. Pregnant? As in p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t? I must have heard wrong.

  “Austin,” she says again. “I love you too.”

  “Pregnant?” I ask.

  She nods. “Do you still love me after I told you?”

  Is she fucking joking?

  No, I didn’t hear wrong. She’s pregnant. Pregnant! I jump on top of the bed and hug her so tightly she has to push me away from her.

  “I don’t even know what to say.” I look at her with a dumb smile, feeling so fucking happy.

  I wasn’t this happy when I became a millionaire for the first time, and I wasn’t this happy when I opened Python.

  This is a different kind of happiness. A fucking baby?

  I mean…a baby?

  Can you fucking imagine it? I’ll tell you something, with Destiny’s genes and my DNA, it’s going to be one badass baby. Smart, beautiful and brave. My child.

  “I was afraid of what your reaction would be,” she confesses, her weak smile turning into a genuine one. There’s a glint in her eyes, and I realize that my reaction was everything she needed.

  I realize something.

  “Yes I still fucking love you, Destiny Renee,” I tell her.

  She smiles.

  “Good,” she says. “Because I fucking love you too. And I’m glad you’re not upset.”

  “Are you crazy? I’m so fucking happy, babe,” I say as I hug her once more, and then kiss her on the lips. “Now I know why you want to leave.” Now that we’re going to have a child, everything changes. I’m not just fucking around with my life, or even with Destiny’s; there’s a whole new life to consider.

  “Yeah… I’m just a bit afraid, that’s all,” she whispers, instinctively placing one hand over her belly, as if she’s trying to protect our kid from the whole mess of the world we’re in.

  “Okay, okay. Let me think,” I take one deep breath, trying to rearrange the thoughts inside my head. This changes everything. But one thing is obvious: I can’t go forward with the plan I came up with. I can’t put Destiny in danger. “You’re leaving then, Destiny. I’ll arrange a place for both of us… Somewhere warm where you can rest and enjoy yourself. California? What about Europe?” She cuts me short by placing her index finger over my moving lips.

  “Austin… You said ‘you’re leaving’. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

  “Babe… It’s just for a while. I have to face Lester.” There’s no way around it. Sure, I'm going to be a father now, but a lot of women depend on me. What kind of example would I set for my child if I just walked out on hundreds of women who are victims of sex trafficking? And leave Lester to prosper? He’d give free reign to all the human traffickers in the city, make New York a hub for the worst scum that’s ever walked the Earth. I can’t walk out on this. Even if it costs me everything—all my money, even my life, I have to do my best to finish off that fucking bastard.

  “When I’m done with all this I’ll go and join you… Or you can come back to New York. Whichever you prefer, babe,” I continue, but she’s not buying it.

  “No, Austin, stop it. That’s not happening.” She’s laying the law down and I know it. Her decision has been made, and she won’t change her mind. Fuck, I really don’t feel comfortable with her staying in New York. “I get it why you want to stay… And you’re right, we can’t turn our backs to this. Strokes doesn’t have a chance without us.” She takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for her next words. “What’s your plan?” She asks me.

  “No, I don’t want you involved in this any more than you are right now,” is my only answer.

  “The plan, Austin. Tell me.” Do I have the right to make decisions for her? She’s as tough as I am.

  With a resigned sigh, I start explaining what’s on my mind. She sits there quietly, just taking in my words and nodding slightly.

  “That’s it,” she says afterwards. “We’re doing it.”

  “Babe, I don’t feel comfortable about it… Not anymore, now that I know you’re pregnant.”

  “We’re doing it,” she whispers, her lips a straight line, and that’s it. We’re doing it. “It’s going to work, Austin. I know it will,” she says in a soothing tone, placing one hand on my face and laying a tender kiss on my lips.

  It’s going to work.

  I know it will.

  I mean, it has to work.

  Or we’re all fucked.

  23

  Destiny

  Here we go, I think as I raise my closed fist to knock at the door right in front of me. I drop my hand against it three times in quick succession and then I wait, my heart beating anxiously inside of my chest. I hear footsteps inside of the house, and then a man inside roars, “Who’s there?”

  “Guess,” I respond in a calm and poised voice, and the door swings open as if someone yanked on the doorknob from the other side. Lester is standing
in the doorway, barefoot and wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. “Hi there, handsome,” I purr with a smile, and walk past him and inside his house. I smile inwardly at the look of confusion on his face, but then I hear the door slam shut and I remember what’s at stake here.

  “Destiny,” he simply says, his lips a straight line.

  “Oh, you remember me,” I tease him, walking straight into his living room and sit down on the couch where he was just watching a game. There’s an open beer sitting on the coffee table, and the Giants are preparing their next play on the flat-screen TV. I lean back against his couch, crossing my legs and allowing the hemline of my tight dress to climb up and reveal more of my legs. At the same time, I take my jacket off, revealing the low cut of my dress, Lester’s eyes darting straight to my cleavage. “Lovely place you have here.”

  “Don’t fuck with me, Destiny,” he hisses, walking around the couch and staring me down. “What are you doing here?” I sigh and look down at my hands, trying to organize the right words into a coherent sentence. Then, I look up at him and let my smile fade away.

  “I’m sorry, Lester,” I start, putting on an expression of commiseration. “I was an idiot.”

  “What are you talking about?” he asks me, a confused frown on his face.

  “I… I let myself be fooled by Austin,” I stammer, pursing my lips and trying to look like a damsel in distress. “He sweet talked me and he… I was a fool, Lester. All these months I had the perfect man right in front of me, but I guess I never realized it before,” I continue, my heart galloping inside my chest. This has to work, I pray to myself, this has to work.

  Slowly, Lester walks up to me and sits by my side, placing one hand right on my knee. “You came to your senses, then?” he asks me, that awful grin dancing on his lips. After what he did to me—and after I discovered who he really is—I can’t help but feel disgust every time I glance at him. He shouldn’t even be in jail, he should be hanged. You think that’s harsh of me? Well, just remember who he really is; Lester, someone who profits from human fucking trafficking. From selling women. Scum of the Earth.

  “I did come to my senses, yes,” I tell him, running my tongue between my lips and looking into his eyes. I place my hand on top of his and squeeze it lightly. “I don’t even care about the club anymore, Lester… I don’t know, when I realized what you can do, the power you hold… I want someone like that in my life. A real man, a powerful man… Someone like you,” I whisper, lowering my voice as I stroke his ego.

  He grins at me, his hand slowly moving up from my knee to my leg. I got him, I think as I take in the delighted expression on his face. Since the first time I saw Lester, I knew he had a thing for me. Call it lust, passion or even a twisted sense of love, but I knew he wanted me. He wanted me bad, and still does. It drove him mad that, even though he got to fuck me, I never gave him more than that. He knew that I just tolerated him, and that made him seethe with rage; he isn’t a man accustomed to not getting what he wants. But now here I am, sitting on his couch, telling him everything that he ever wanted to hear, calling him a powerful and real man.

  I uncross my legs and part them slightly, and Lester starts to breath harder, lust taking over him. From the corner of my eyes, I see a hard shape straining against his jeans, his cock stiffening as he slides his hand under my dress. I put one hand on his shoulder, and then lean my head against it; I place my other hand on his chest, gently massaging him.

  “I’ve been dreaming of this for days,” I purr into his ear, and I can feel his whole body relaxing.

  “Then why didn’t you come here before?” he asks dryly, but still keeping his hand on my leg.

  “I was afraid you’d be mad… I was afraid you wouldn’t want me,” I whisper, grabbing his free hand and taking it to my right breast. He lays it there and curls his fingers, squeezing my flesh softly.

  “I want you, you know I do,” he tells me, his words fraught with lustful tension.

  “That’s all I needed to hear,” I smile, my hand still on top of his. I press down, making him squeeze my breast harder. He does it willingly, now breathing so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if he just came in his jeans. Moving slowly, my movements patient and deliberate, I reach for the straps of my dress on my shoulders and push one down, making it droop over my arm. He reaches for the other strap and pulls it down, the fabric of the dress falling over my chest and revealing the outer edges of my black lace bra. His eyes dart right to it, and he squeezes even harder on my breast.

  “I put this on just for you,” I purr again, and place one hand on his knee. He trembles at my touch, and I look into his eyes, lust and desire flickering there. Finally letting go of my breast, he opens his hand and traces the outer edges of my bra with one fingertip, going down the curve of my right breast and then up the curve of the left one. I reach for the straps of my dress, now hanging limply over my arms, and I push them further down, bunching up the upper part of my dress on my waist and baring my bra to him. His eyes become as wide as plates, and I can see the gears turning inside his head as he imagines all the things he’s going to do to me.

  With a grin, I stand up suddenly and turn to him; bending over, I place both my hands on his chest and push him back against the couch. He goes with a groan, and then I climb on top of him, straddling him. I press my forehead against his, just one inch between our mouths, and then run my tongue over my upper lip. His lips part slightly, anxious to feel mine, and I take a deep breath and kiss him. I do it for just an instant, and then I pull back, still smiling.

  “I want to see your body,” I whisper, my hands slowly moving to the collar of his shirt. I unbutton the first button there, and then my fingers work on the second and the third, baring his chest. I can feel the beating of his heart against my knuckles, and it’s pounding so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a stroke right now.

  “You can see everything you want, babe,” he tells me, and I shudder at the way he says babe. That word on his lips seems as wrong as taking an umbrella out with you on a sunny day. But, then again, everything’s wrong about Lester.

  “I intend to,” I continue, unbuttoning all of his buttons. I then push his shirt down his arms, and he places his hands on my ass, sliding them under my dress and cupping my ass cheeks. His long fingers brush against the small string of fabric tucked between my cheeks, and I feel his hard cock throbbing under his jeans. Looking into his eyes, I start swaying my hips back and forth, pressing my pussy against the hard shape between his thighs. He sighs loudly, and then groans as the rhythm of my hips grows and grows until I’m rocking my body so fiercely that he closes his eyes, surrendering to the way I move. You know, you’d be surprised at how many guys I drove to an orgasm just by grinding against them. Maybe you think it’s an easy thing to do, but I can assure you it’s not. It takes some skill to drive a man to climax just by dancing over his cock. But when I feel his cock throbbing harshly, I ease my pace; I don’t want him to come just yet. Oh, no, I have a lot in store for him.

  “Why’d you stop?” he asks me, disappointment in his voice, as if cumming in his pants was the most natural thing.

  “Because, babe,” I place one hand on his cheek, and then slide it up and tangle my fingers in his hair, “I still want to do a lot more.” I bite down on my lower lip, teasing him and driving him completely mad.

  “I like that… I like that a lot,” he whispers, and then I yank on his hair and force him to throw his head back. Moving fast, I lean into him and press my mouth against his neck, biting at his skin, probably more harshly than I should, but oh well. He groans louder this time, the pressure of his hands on my ass growing.

  “Your cock,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe, “I want it.” I roll to the side, climbing off of him, and then run one hand from his knee up to his crotch. There, I flatten the palm of my hand against his hard shape and press down on it harshly. I can see him gritting his teeth and breathing hard, and I know that he’s at my mercy right now.


  I pull out the top button of his jeans, and then run my finger over the patch of skin just above the fabric. “I have a surprise for you, Lester,” I whisper, looking up at him with a teasing smile. “I’m going to make it up to you… I’m going to fix everything.”

  “I love surprises,” he tells me, having no idea about what I have planned.

  “Then wait here,” I tell him, slowly taking my hands off of his body and going up to my feet. “Can you do that?”

  “Yeah, I can do that,” he responds, but I know that he really won’t be able to sit still for more than a few seconds. But that’s all I need. I wink at him and then, turning on my heels, I walk in a hurried step toward the door of his house. I grab the doorknob and turn it, yanking at the same time.

  Mistress Strokes is already standing outside, in front of the door, huddled under a long jacket. She steps inside the house and, as I leave the door unlocked behind us, she drops the jacket to the floor and looks at me. We nod at each other and then she walks toward the living room, wearing nothing but a thong and a bra.

  “Let’s do this,” she whispers at me, a mischievous flicker in her eyes as she walks past me. As the two of us step inside Lester’s living room, he jumps to his feet and roars.

  “YOU!” he shouts, pointing at Mistress Strokes. His hand is trembling, and he’s smiling as if he has just won the lottery. He walks toward her and, before he can do anything, I step between them.

  “This is the real reason I took so long to come here,” I tell him in a soothing tone. “I was trying to get her to come with me. She told me everything, Lester… She told me about how she rebelled against you, and how she acted out. Your stepdaughter is a stubborn one, I’ll giver her that,” I flash him my best smile and then lead him toward the couch, sitting down with him. Only then do I continue. “But I beat some sense into her head. And she’s here because she wants forgiveness… And she’s willing to do anything to get it. Isn’t that right?” I ask Mistress Strokes, looking over my shoulder toward her. She nods and saunters over to us, mimicking me and sitting by Lester’s side.