Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

Destiny Renee stood next to Austin Price today as co-partner and Chief Financial Officer of the Dirty Python club, a triumphant return to a city that had treated her so badly according to many observers.

  Recent uncovering of evidence has led many to believe that the closure of Dirty Destiny last month was politically motivated by the Police Commissioner. Several other ethics investigations have already been opened up into his dealings.

  A full-fledged investigation has been promised by City Hall as multiple businesses and organizations have come forward over the last several weeks to complain about extortion and gross abuse of power.

  But for many, the troubles caused by a disgraced Police Commissioner are second only to the enjoying the new club. In a city where the latest nightclub opens every week, Dirty Python is unique.

  "We love each other very much," Destiny Renee states when asked about what makes them different. "At the end of the day, this is something we do together. And each day, it helps us fall more in love with one another."

  Only time will tell whether love is enough to keep Dirty Python as hot as it is now. But after experiencing the goods, we believe it is.

  28

  Epilogue - Destiny

  “Hey, babe,” I hear Austin’s voice, but I can’t really process what he’s saying. Lazily, I open one eye and then the other. He’s kneeling beside me, looking at me with a tired but happy smile. He’s still wearing his slick Armani, so I figure he must've arrived home from the club just now. Lately I’ve been staying at home; I’m a mom after all, and the club life isn’t really the most productive use of my time. In Austin words, I should focus on being a mother first and a businesswoman second. To be fair to him, he also considers himself a father first and a businessman second.

  “Hey,” I whisper, my voice as lazy as my eyelids. God, I feel so sleepy. I must have fallen asleep in the couch. I take one quick look at the watch on my wrist—it’s 7 am—and I realize that I spent the whole night in here, huddled under a blanket. Which is good, you know? Since Anna showed up in our lives that I’ve been struggling to get a good night's sleep. Not that I’m complaining; she’s the most perfect little creature I have laid my eyes on, and every red-eyed morning is worth paying just for having her in our lives.

  Oh, right, who’s Anna? you’re probably asking. She’s our baby, of course, the cute little one asleep in the crib inside our bedroom. We named her Anna after Mistress Strokes, her real name. I liked the name, and I also fell in love with the idea that I was naming my baby girl after a strong woman, one brave enough to fight for what she believes in and make a real difference in the world. A woman good enough to be a role-model to my daughter. Because my girl will grow up to be just like that, you better believe it.

  It was actually a shock when the doctors told us we were having a girl. Both Austin and Strokes assumed we were having a boy, and I kinda fell for it too. I mean, who wouldn’t love to have a miniature of Austin running around? But it was a girl, not a boy. But it didn’t matter; in fact, Austin was over the moon when the doctor broke the news for us. He was delighted that there was going to be a mini-me in the house. Can you imagine him playing with dolls? Neither can I, but I’m betting that’s the kind of father he’s going to be.

  “She’s still asleep?” he asks, laying a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes as I feel his mouth on me, glad that he’s finally home.

  “Yeah, she slept all night.” And thank God. I really needed a few hours just to crash.

  “That’s good,” he whispers more self-consciously now, making an effort not to wake Anna up.

  “Yeah,” I agree, rubbing my eyes and sitting up on the couch. I don’t remember when was the last time I slept an entire night undisturbed. “How was work?”

  “Crazy.”

  “Like always.”

  “Like always,” he repeats after me. “All the floors were packed, and some girl got into her head that she needed to go up the stage and have Maverick dance for her. She just climbed onto the stage and tackled him; can you believe it? She could have just asked.” Just another night, then. It seems that there’s always something crazy happening at Dirty Python, the hottest place in New York. No, scratch that, the hottest place in the East Coast.

  Since we’ve opened doors that it seems that we’re making headlines in some media outlet. We climbed out from the seedy columns in newspapers into the mainstream. Every single day there’s a reporter knocking at our doors, or calling us up trying to schedule an interview or an exclusive piece. It was fun in the beginning, but we mostly just turn them down now. Our club is a place where people, both men and women, can enjoy themselves free of society’s prying and judgmental eyes. It’s a safe haven, and we don’t have reporters there pestering our customers. That’s probably one of the reasons why we’ve grown so successful.

  Austin used to joke that he wasn’t still a few millions away from becoming a billionaire, but that changed pretty fast. We’re making so much money with Python that we’re already considering opening another club just like it on the West Coast. That is, if you find someone trustworthy enough to run it. Strokes isn’t really interested in running a club again.

  Oh, yeah, you’re probably wondering about her. She actually spent half a year in Barcelona, and then she travelled all over Europe for two more months. She came back to the States the day she found out I was about to give birth. She bawled her eyes out when I told her we were naming our baby after her.

  She eventually settled in New York again, the city no longer feeling like a bad place full of bad memories. These days, she only sees possibilities wherever she goes. She’s gotten into her mind that she wants to be a lawyer, and Austin promptly said we should pay for all of her tuition. I agreed in a heartbeat.

  “Come here,” I whisper at Austin, placing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for one long kiss. I close my eyes, savoring his kiss as if it was the first one. It seems like everything happened a lifetime ago… Remember when I went to Python just so I could spy for Lester? Everything spun out of control after that day and, by God, I couldn’t be happier that it happened the way it did. In a twisted turn of events, Lester was the one bringing us together.

  Oh, about him… He actually did leave New York as Austin made him promise. He quit his position as the Police Commissioner, and then just packed everything and moved to Las Vegas. There, he decided it was good a good idea to try out the roulette and, next thing he knows, he’s flat out broke.

  Eventually he decided to turn his life around. The last time we’ve heard from the people keeping tabs on him, it seems that he had gotten a job at a coffee shop. That’s right, from Police Commissioner to minimum wage barista in Las Vegas. If you ever come across him, make sure you place an extra complicated order for him. And don’t tip.

  “Do you think we have the time before she wakes up?” Austin whispers, that mischievous grin of his flaring up something inside of me. It’s like this every day, really. You’d think that all that electric lust would start dissipating after a few months of fucking every single day, but in fact it’s been just the opposite. Sure, it’s trickier nowadays with the baby; I have learned to be quieter, that’s one, but we still can’t go a day without sex.

  “I think we do,” I whisper back at him, my arms still around his neck. I pull him after me and he lies down on top of my body, his hands going down to my waist.

  “You know… Sometimes I find myself wondering if all this isn’t just a dream. You, Anna, the club… How in the world did I ever get so lucky?”

  “I wonder the same sometimes,” I take my hand to his crotch and then squeeze his cock, feeling it already hard and pulsing against the palm of my hand. “But then I just feel you inside of me and I realize that this is as real as it could be…”

  “Well, let’s make the test then. Just to be sure,” he smiles as I start unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. Yeah, let’s be sure.

  But he’s right, you know? Our life seems like something out of a fairy-ta
le. We’re the envy of the whole world. Could life be any more perfect?

  I doubt it, I really do.

  29

  Second Epilogue - Austin

  So, that’s what ends up happening, in the end. Sure, I’m a cocky fucking asshole. But I ended up getting my fucking comeuppance pretty good, don’t you think?

  I have to say though, I’m a very grateful man. And I’ve changed. Destiny’s changed me. She’s so invariably cute. Like a fucking button. Then one day, something crazy happens. I see her walking around the condo in her lace white boy shorts and belly shirt and my cock grows in a second. But she ends up looking at me with those wide eyes of hers and shakes her head, “Maybe if you’re good and follow instructions,” she says, crooking her fingers. And I growl, like an animal and follow her around the apartment - being led around like a dog. She sits down on the couch and turns on a movie. I don’t like the looks of what I’m seeing - a movie called ‘Hope Floats’ has never really floated my boat, but Destiny grabs me by the cock - I swear she grabs me by the cock - and pulls me closer to her.

  I end up cuddling with her the entire movie. Smelling her hair. Holding her arms. Feeling her ass wriggle and nestle itself in my crotch - enveloping me with her ass cheeks. Any other girl, this shit would not be okay. But for Destiny, I actually fucking enjoy it.

  Destiny turns over to me as the movie ends and looks deep into my eyes.

  “You know my friend Alexis is finishing up her novel about us, right?” Destiny asks.

  I’ve met Alexis a few times. She’s a cute girl. She’s a bit quirky. I know she’s fucking crazy about being sexy in every part of her life. Whether that means being outside in beautiful weather, or sitting at home reading a fucking book, you'll never see her go more than ten minutes without smiling and saying something fucking dirty.

  And let me tell you, when she dirty, she’s talking about us.

  “So, Alexis writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love,” Destiny tells me.

  I nod to her, not sure where this is going as she continues, “Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that.”

  This is just fucking strange. But I watch as Destiny talks to me.

  “Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City,” Destiny tells me. “She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world.”

  “Okay, what the fuck is the point?” I ask.

  “Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above,” Destiny says, her hands tracing lines on my chest as she props herself up on my body. God, her fucking body is keeping my cock hard as a fucking brick. If she doesn’t do something soon, I’m just going to cum right there. “She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe.”

  “Why are you telling me all this, babe?” I ask, a bit of fucking exasperation showing up in my voice. “Do you want me to fuck her?”

  Destiny scrunches her nose and gently slaps me on the side of the head.

  “No,” she says, rolling her eyes for added effect. “But she’s done without all that because she’s been writing about us. And our story is going to go on sale soon.”

  Fucking nice.

  “Where?” I ask.

  “Amazon,” Destiny says, “But you can join her list to keep up with updates or find out bonus content to read about our childhood if you sign up at http://eepurl.com/csXC2P or just email her at author.alexisangel@gmail.com”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know if anyone wants to read any more about us.”

  “Well, we’re going to be going to a few of her parties at Dirty Lil’ Angels on Facebook. People can click on the links to join or like,” Destiny replies.

  “Click what links?” I ask. I’m fucking confused. “Where?”

  “Don’t you want to be a Dirty Lil’ Angel, Austin?” she asks me.

  That’s too much. I bring my hands around and grab her ass. She squeals. Her crotch grinds against mine and she closes her eyes.

  When she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer the good girl and mother of my child. She’s a fucking porn star that I’m going to fuck like a whore.

  I grin as she brings her mouth lower and we kiss.

  Its time for the Python to come out and play.

  30

  Alexis

  Thank you for reading “Python”!

  I hope you liked it!

  It means so much to me that people actually read what I wrote! If you didn’t like it, I’m so sorry!

  I also write under a pen name of Mona Cox. Get it? Moana for Cocks?

  Anyways, I use Mona to co-write with authors who I totally want to work with. They have to wanna work with me too, so to date, its just been me writing LOL.

  Anyways, I wanted to put the first 10 chapters of a Mona Cox story in case you liked it. It’s not the whole thing and I’m not stuffing the book. But just a preview.

  If you like it, great! If not, oh well.

  Anyways, talk to you soon!

  Love,

  Alexis

  About the Author

  Alexis Angel writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love.

  Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that.

  Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City. She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world.

  Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above. She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe. You can join her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/csXC2P or email her at author.alexisangel@gmail.com

  author.alexisangel@gmail.com

  Ashley Vs. Boss

  By Mona Cox

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Description

  Mr. Billionaire Boss thinks that he’s going to own me? Well, you wanna know what I say? Let the buyer beware…

  So what if he has more money than God?

  So what that he’s so handsome that he can halt New York City traffic as people stop to stare at him.

  At those gorgeous eyes, that ripped physique, and that huge bulge in his pants that can only be his…wait, can it even be THAT big?

  Whatevs. As he’s getting admired, I’m stealing his cab. Sorry, bub. This is the big city. You snooze, you lose. Right?

  Wrong.

  Because Apollo Kane is more than just some hapless New Yorker who lost a cab to me.

  He’s my new boss. Oh no!

  That only leaves one thing unanswered…

  How badly is he gonna punish me?

  And how much am I gonna like it?

  *** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Boss in this second installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***

  31

  Ashley

  I wake up slowly, surfacing in a groggy fog.
My head is pounding and I’m not sure if I want to be awake, but there’s some reason…

  Something I need to…

  There’s this nagging worry at the back of my mind…What the fuck am I worried about?

  I shoot up in bed, shoving my hair out of my eyes. The guy lying next to me—Mike? Dave? Troy?—is snoring away.

  “Wake up,” I say, shaking his shoulder.

  “Wha…?” he asks blearily.

  “I have to go to work,” I say, swinging my legs out of bed, heading for my bathroom, “and you need to get out of my apartment.”

  “Oh,” he says, disappointed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Are you sure you aren’t up for a little morning fucking?”

  I poke my head around the corner of the bathroom and glare daggers at him. “I am late,” I say, enunciating every word, “and you need to get the fuck out of my apartment. Pronto.” I run through a sponge bath that barely covers the basics, and then hit my closet. I rummage through my clothes, trying to find something that I can throw together that won't look like I threw it together.

  Morning fucking. Is he fucking with me right now? I brought him home last night, hoping to finally get some, but nope, he just fell asleep on me, too drunk out of his mind to fuck. Now my six-month itch is six-months-and-one-day old, and I have to go to work horny.

  Again.

  I peek my head around the corner, making sure he's moving his ass, and he is.