Second Chance Baby Daddy

by Vivien Vale

  I clutch her hand as we walk through the casino and whisper into her ear, "You’re stunning. All eyes are on you."

  She beams up at me, and for the briefest moment we’re not on opposing sides but are operating as one solid unit.

  And I like the way it feels way too fucking much.

  Sienna

  Leo's walking through the giant casino with his arm around my waist.

  I'm shining in my Chanel dress and we must look like a power couple because virtually every head turns our way as we walk by.

  Leo’s still in his black Gucci suit from the day, and damn, does he look good. His ass is perfectly showcased, and I swear, you can practically see his rippling muscles beneath the clean lines of the suit.

  I'm still mad at him, though.

  He moved all my things to his penthouse without even asking. I guess I’m basically living with him now, which is surreal. Not to mention awkward to reconcile in my mind considering what I used to dream of when I was a foolish girl.

  We had one wild night, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to move in with him full time.

  Yes, I know it's for show and to keep this prostitution thing at bay, but I still have to be around him all the time now, and that makes my stomach knot up in nervous anticipation.

  Leo’s not the kind of guy that you can just relax around. His looks and domineering presence make feel on edge and jittery in that butterflies swirling kind of way. Last night was explosive, and I can’t help but wonder if he’ll take things to that level again tonight? And I must still be somewhat of a fool because, God help me, I want him to.

  He confidently leads me to our destination. His hand gripping tightly, possessively on my hip.

  "Where are we dining?" I inquire.

  "You'll see. It's somewhere that we can be on display."

  He's sticking to his role pretty boldly.

  I imagine this isn't much more to him than a facade to keep up appearances. In spite of my best efforts, though, my feelings are running deeper. I can't help but want to spend more time with Leo.

  A part of me still cares for him deeply. But the wound of betrayal and abandonment is still there. It may be scarred over by now, but I’ll never forget how burned I got by straying too close to the flame that is Leo Asher.

  I need to resist him at all costs.

  "Your casino is really beautiful. You must be so proud," I say, trying to be nice and distract myself with small talk.

  "It's a far cry from that dilapidated house I grew up in, right?" He grins cynically.

  I'm surprised he would even mention that. His house and family were nothing great but that shouldn’t be a concern for him now.

  His humble roots certainly never bothered me then. And yet I wonder if it bothers him.

  "Your house? Oh yeah, well it's probably the inspiration for your success. I mean, Leo, you rose to the top, to the highest tier of society. You should be proud of that."

  "I am," he says dismissively, his tone clearly shutting down any further discussion of it.

  I take him at his word and try to forget about it, too.

  The energy in the air in Vegas is always exciting. It's electrifying. The city never sleeps. And there are always any number of vices going on behind closed doors.

  We get to the restaurant, and it's five-star high-class all the way. I should have known. Nothing less for this version of Leo Asher.

  Instead of obscuring ourselves from sight behind the VIP section, he has us seated at a table above the casino floor where everyone can see us.

  I try to just enjoy the experience, but I can’t stop looking at Leo. He’s so fucking hot in his suit. I can’t get over how he’s turned from a charming boy into this hulking frame of masculinity.

  Or how much I want to crawl beneath him and spread my legs wide so that he can drive me wild over and over again with his huge cock. I imagine riding him until the sun comes up.

  It's hard to be around a man like Leo and to think of anything other than sex. I lick my lips just thinking about it.

  It doesn’t go unnoticed. Leo’s eyes are full of cocky amusement.

  "So," he says as we take our table. "How was your day?"

  "How was my day?" I laugh. "Um, let's see. My latest business acquaintance had me locked up in his apartment. He moved all of my stuff into his place and I feel like a prisoner. How was your day?"

  He smiles. "Well, I had to deal with a hopeless situation involving one very famous call girl and I was on the phone with lawyers all day. Sound fun to you?"

  We both laugh, in spite of the situation.

  Leo calls over the bartender and has him make us a drink. Two Smoky Martinis arrive and we toast to being reunited and then I settle in for a very liquid dinner.

  I feel like getting tipsy tonight. It's been a long day but somehow being reconciled with Leo makes me feel happy again and at ease, even if it’s all just for show.

  "You think everyone can see us? Do I look like a girlfriend and not a prostitute?" I say it as a joke, but he takes my comment very seriously.

  "Never say that again. You’re nothing like a prostitute. Hell, you’re the classiest girl I know. Always have been."

  His statement makes me feel warm inside.

  But at the same time, it flies in the face of everything he said to me the last two days. He acted like he wanted to make me feel cheap, like nothing more than a whore.

  Yet now he’s saying the complete opposite. I can’t keep up.

  "I'm serious," he says when I don’t respond. "When I would come home with your brother and see you, well, you were all I could think about. You're stunning, Sienna. To this day, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen."

  I blush.

  He's being kind, very much like the old Leo I knew. A sweet Leo. He used to have a very caring soul and right now it's shining through.

  Unless this is just all part of the act, the show we’re putting on for the public.

  Maybe he just knows what to say to get me to give him his desired response.

  The thought makes me uncomfortable, and I quickly finish my cocktail and order another.

  "You'd better have a bite to eat if you're going to be drinking like that.”

  He orders me a steak when the server comes by again.

  We dine, and it's actually really fun to catch up with him and to relax in his presence. He's a very funny, charming guy when he's not being domineering and bossy.

  We finish dinner but Leo doesn't seem satisfied that enough eyes have seen us together.

  "How about hitting the casino?"

  "Why not?"

  He takes my hand and leads me into the main casino lounge this time. Not the Inner Sanctum. We stop at the craps tables.

  A waitress comes and serves us a steady supply of cocktails, bringing new ones before we even need to ask. It's anything for the boss.

  "Hey, you better not have this rigged to win."

  He puts his hands up. "I promise I don't. I couldn't if I tried."

  "Should we play up the girlfriend element?"

  I hang on his arm as he throws the dice over and over again. We win some, we lose some, but ultimately we just have a good time.

  Soon word gets out that Leo Asher is in the casino. He's famous for being a billionaire casino mogul and for being a playboy, so it doesn’t take long for a crowd to start forming around us.

  For whatever reason, Leo decides then it's time to leave. He flashes his million-dollar smile to the onlookers and we walk by, his arm firmly around my waist.

  "You must be satisfied now that we've been seen," I say, disappointed that the night’s coming to an end. I had much more fun than I anticipated.

  "Indeed,” he says brusquely. “I think some people might have even taken some pictures."

  We walk across the marble floors and enter the mall that's connected to the casino. Most of the high-end boutiques are closed now and we're mostly alone, even in the depths of Sin City.

  He stops
by a fountain and pulls me towards him, holding me in his strong arms. It feels so good and it feels so safe. I’m confused because we’re supposed to be putting on a show, yet there’s almost no one around to see us.

  Why is he holding me close and staring at me like that, his eyes searing into me like he’s trying to see straight into my soul?

  My heart’s pounding and all I can think of is how much I want him but also how much I don't want to be hurt again. I have to keep things surface level with Leo. He broke my heart once before and I will never let happen to me again.

  I need to protect myself.

  For the moment, though, it feels good to be with him. I allow myself to sink into his masculine embrace, and it dissolves all pain and fear. I feel like I’m home.

  "You okay?" he whispers into my hair.

  "Yeah, I had a great time. I'm just tired."

  "Okay, we can go." He takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine, the leads me back the way we came.

  But as we go, an onlooker approaches. It's some drunk guy and a couple of his friends. He looks like a frat boy who’s extremely cocky yet with not much to brag about.

  "Oh look, it's the billionaire and his whore." The guy laughs to his friends like he thinks he's just said the funniest thing ever.

  Before anyone sees it coming, Leo tackles him to the ground. I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth.

  Leo chokes the guy and says, "Apologize to Sienna. Right fucking now."

  He bears down on the skinny guy, and I know his weight must be crushing him.

  The twenty-something asshole spits out, "I'm sorry."

  “Say it like you mean it,” he growls.

  “I’m sorry, lady. Really,” he chokes out.

  Leo slams his head back into the floor and then releases him.

  "Remember that, kid."

  We walk away and Leo takes my hand again, saying, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean for that to happen. Don't listen to him or anybody else."

  I have to admit my heart is heavy that the consensus around the city is that I'm some kind of whore.

  As much as we've tried to mask it, people will think what they want, especially about rich, hot men whose names are splashed all over the internet.

  Leo has a reputation to maintain, and I'm actually quite honored that he would risk that to help me and to help my brother.

  The night was going so perfectly, but now I'm just depressed and tired, and I let Leo lead me to a different elevator that only he has access to.

  Once the doors close, he’s all over me, gripping my breasts and kissing my neck.

  I’m taken aback for a moment.

  For a while there, I was thinking it could be like old times. I thought Leo was the same caring guy I once knew. But now that the show’s over, he’s right back to the same man I know he’s become.

  I know that he's changed. He's back to domination mode. But what’s most confusing is that I can't say I'm entirely disappointed. Anticipation for Leo comes in two dancing flavors that don’t always conflict.

  Leo

  I'm glad to get Sienna away from that fucking prick. I saw the way her face darkened, her eyes shadowing over with thoughts of what people think of her. Of how her fall from grace and current status makes people demean her.

  The nerve of that kid to make this goddess feel bad about herself. This is what happens, though, when you work as an escort.

  Maybe Sienna will see now that this is the wrong path for her—unless, of course, I'm the one buying.

  Those guys ruined what was shaping up to be an amazing evening. One of the best I’ve had in a long time, if I’m being honest. We had a perfect dinner, and it was the first time I've been with her where things felt normal and natural.

  Almost like old times. Almost.

  This new erotic dynamic between us has definitely changed things.

  I can tell she's starting to relax around me, even in the face of my dominance. Our connection from the past gives context to what’s happening.

  She knows me, better than most people, but she also knows that I've changed.

  I’m not the hopeful kid she used to know, full of optimistic ambition. I’m rough around the edges now. Harder. Darker. I’m not sure she thinks that's a good thing, but part of me really fucking wants her to.

  Despite the fun evening with her, I’m fucking pissed now.

  So I take it out on her with a punishing kiss.

  I can't get those idiots out of my mind. I should've pounded my fists into that guy's skull. He deserved it. It makes me angry because I’m on edge about what Sienna will endure if she remains an escort.

  There's enough gossip already. I shudder to think of how she’ll cope with the constant insults and negativity that will come her way if she chooses this life forever. I can only protect her so much, a fact that doesn’t cease to piss me the fuck off.

  At last, we arrive at the penthouse. We haven’t spoken the entire way up. She’s just let me ravish her. I break away as the elevator doors slide open. I storm inside and she follows.

  "Leo, say something. Are you okay? Forget those guys. I'm over it and you should be too." She grabs my arm to try to make me look at her.

  I whirl around and stare into her beautiful eyes. Does she means it or is she saying these things to appease my anger?

  "How can you be over it? Didn't you hear what they said?" My voice is tense with barely suppressed rage.

  "Of course, but I don't care. They don't know me, and I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Sure, it kind of frustrated me, but that's it. I'm ready to move on and enjoy the rest of this night."

  Her words anger me. "Well, you should be upset because as long as you keep insisting on being an escort, shit like that is going to happen. Don't you see that it's dangerous?"

  Her eyes flare, then narrow as she puts her hands on her hips. Feisty Sienna has come out to play. And it fucking turns me on.

  "Not this again.” She waves her hand in the air for emphasis.

  “Leo, I don't understand you. Why have you taken such an interest in my life suddenly? Why do you care if I’m an escort or not? It's not like you have any vested interest in me. I'm just another woman you can throw away at the end of all this."

  Is that really what she thinks?

  My plan was to keep my distance, compartmentalize the shit storm Sienna dredges up inside me, but the more I'm around her, the harder it is to stick to the fucking plan.

  I can't get her off my mind for a single fucking second, but it’s not like I can let her know that.

  So I say nothing. I’m not one to hold my tongue, but I will when it suits a purpose. People will keep talking when you give them silence, and I want to see what she fills it with.

  "You know, I don't get you," she says again. "Why are you even putting on this charade for the world? What do you care if I’m labeled a whore? You obviously think that's what I am, so why bother keeping everyone else from thinking it?"

  I glare at her. She can't mean it. She really thinks I'd stoop so low as to brand her that way?

  "I'm doing it for Jax." The lie flows easily out of my mouth.

  She pauses, studying me as if she’s trying to figure me out.

  "Okay, Leo, then why did you hire me for thirty days, huh? Was that for Jax, too? I mean, you did that before the threat was a factor. You must have a reason. What is it?"

  "It's nothing, okay?" I toss back, infuriated now.

  Then realizing how defensive that sounds, I add, "there's no reason."

  She stands on one side of the gigantic kitchen island while I’m on the other.

  It feels like we’re worlds apart.

  This should make me happy, right? I need the distance. I fucking need to put some space between us so I can think rationally again.

  But all I want to do is go to her and make her smile, wipe this confusion and what I think looks like hurt from her face.

  "Come on, Leo, just tell me,” she presses. “Why is this such a big de
al?”

  I avoid eye contact and try to shut this whole thing down. It’s a really fucking big deal, but I can’t go there with her. But she's like a damn dog with a bone. She won't let up.

  "Tell me,” she demands. “I have a right to know why you hired me as your personal escort for thirty days."

  "Jesus Christ, Sienna.” I just snap, completely lose my cool, throwing my arms out wide. "I did it because I can't fucking stand the idea of you being with someone else."

  The words hang heavy in the air between us. I know instantly it was a mistake. I shouldn't have said it.

  Fuck.

  I need to get away. Out of her presence where all my common sense flies right out the goddamn window.

  I turn and leave her standing speechless at the island while I go to the balcony and breathe in the fresh air. The familiar city lights do nothing to calm down my spinning head.

  What the fuck have I done? I can't go there with her. But now it might be too late.

  She follows me outside after a minute. Of course she does.

  I want to avoid her gaze at all costs. She takes my hand and pulls me inside without saying a word. Still trying to pull back from the shit I just unleashed, I go to the bar and open a bottle of wine.

  Sienna sits on one of the stools and watches me.

  "You know,” she says softly. “I don't know why you care. It's been ten years since things transpired between us. I’m a grown woman now. Do you really think I haven't been with anyone else?"

  I finally look at her, and her intense scrutiny has me speaking without out thinking again. "Of course I know that, Sienna. I just haven’t had to see it. Seeing you with someone else drives me fucking crazy."

  I immediately wish I could take the words back.

  What the fuck is wrong with me tonight? Spending this time together, pretending we’re dating, must have knocked a screw loose.

  Her shocked expression tells me everything I need to know. The truth is on the table now. She can either take it or leave it.

  She opens her mouth, no doubt to confront me about what I mean, but then my phone buzzes. I'm so fucking grateful for the interruption.