“You’re making me beg?”
“Maybe.”
“Seriously?”
Caleb looked down at me and I bit my bottom lip and in one smooth motion he moved his hips and entered me slowly at first, but with each stroke he became more relentless, thrusting faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and gripped his biceps as he thrusted, over and over. I arched my back and met his every stroke; overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment I could feel every nerve ending in my body tingle and rise to the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Caleb,” I uttered over and over as I felt my body and mind slipping further and further into oblivion. Each thrust of his cock into my core drove me closer and closer to the edge and I knew that he too, was reaching that tipping point. When he called out my name my entire world came undone and I surrendered myself completely to him.
For a while after, I lay cradled in his arms while he drew patterns over my back and arms, something I always loved. Everything felt perfect, it was as if our stars were aligned and nothing and no one could ruin this sacred moment.
“When you said that we have to show Braden Horton hears a who, did you just say that?”
I felt the smile tug at his lips and then he pressed his lips against the top of my head.
“I meant it; Braden deserves to have us both in his life.”
I closed my eyes and bit my lip, for now I’ll take what I can get and leave the empty promises and unhappily ever after’s, for when they rear their ugly heads.
Caleb
I looked down at the financials, it’s the first time in weeks since I’ve visited the office and I knew I had to show face sooner or later. It was fun having a board of members running the show, but in reality, I couldn’t keep hiding from obvious obligations.
“Mr. Hayes, your manager is here to see you,” my secretary announced.
“Send him in.”
“Gary, this is a pleasant surprise, didn’t expect to see you here,” I said and sat down, “surely you could have caught up with me at practice tomorrow.”
“Unfortunately this cannot wait Caleb. There are stories flying around left right and centre and it’s not helping your image.”
“What stories?”
“Well some reckon the girl is leading you on and that she’s just a gold digger after your money,” he said and shifted uncomfortably.
“And who may I ask would be spreading these rumours?”
“Everyone, we’ve had reporters peeping around at the club and asking questions. They want to know if you did a paternity test to prove that the child is yours.”
“Is that so?”
Grant stood up and walked over to the window, “I know it’s not my place, but maybe you should insist on a paternity test. Some women will go to any length to get what they want.”
Not Rae, I thought as I collected the papers and placed them into a manila folder, but if that is what the public wants I don’t see why it will be a bad thing. I knew for a fact Braden was my son, and I was more than certain that Rae was no gold digger.
“I’ll arrange a paternity test, but then I want you to handle the journalists,” I said and as I looked up I saw Rae standing at the door, her face as white a sheet.
“Rae,” I said and stood up, but the look on her face told me to stay put.
“A paternity test, so that’s what you plan to do?” she bit out coldly, “Don’t bother Caleb, I’ll be gone before you get home.” And without a word she spun around and walked away.
“For god sakes,” I cursed and ran off after her, “Rae, wait!”
She spun around and shoved her finger against my chest, “No! I’m done Caleb. Braden is much better and we do not need you or your money. I can do this on my own, I don’t need you.”
I dragged my hands through my hair and sighed frustratingly. Going after her now would simply provoke her, I had to give her some time to calm down and then talk to her. So, I watched her leave and I cursed under my breath.
“She’s up to something, Caleb, otherwise she would have agreed to a paternity test. What has she got to hide?”
I strode towards Grant and grabbed him by his shirt, I was fuming, I had enough of managers trying to rule my every decision and journalists hounding me down, “She is not hiding anything!” I said angrily before shoving him away from me, “Braden is my son, and I don’t give a shit what everyone else believes. You do what you’re supposed to do and handle it, it’s what you get paid for.”
Grant stumbled back and then fixed his shirt and headed for the door, “This will leave a mark on your career.”
“Then maybe you should start looking a replacement.”
I looked at the time and although I desperately wanted to get home to Rae to sort this mess out, I had to attend the general board meeting first. I cursed under my breath and then marched to the boardroom.
Raedene
A week later I sat in my own apartment back home in Lafayette, and every day there was a few more missed calls from Caleb, which I refused to answer. The fact that he even suggested a paternity test was enough for me to make up my mind. To find out that he had the slightest doubt about Braden hurt more than anything and I simply refused to stay under the same roof as him.
I paged aimlessly through a magazine trying to keep my mind off Caleb, but in all honestly reading a local sports magazine wasn’t the best therapy either. On every second page, there was mention of the famous Caleb Hayes, or the Denver Stampede and although I didn’t exactly read the articles his name jumped out at me like a bad memory.
“Mommy,” Braden called out as he came running into the room, “look what I made.”
My heart stopped and I dropped the magazine. Did he just call me mommy? I was beside myself, he has never referred to me as his mom, but I knew I couldn’t exactly make a fuss about it, so I forced my own excitement aside and looked at him, “Let’s see what you have there.”
It was a picture with a house and a family; this time instead of his other family, he had drawn three people and I knew exactly who the third person was. A lump formed in my throat and I fought back the tears. What on earth was I going to do?
“Wow, this is beautiful, is that Uncle Caleb?” I asked and cleared my throat.
“Yep, he’s my new daddy, I want to visit him.”
I let out a controlled breath and hugged my little boy. Decision made, I had to move to Denver so that Braden could see Caleb whenever he wanted, but that would mean I would have to agree to a paternity test. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, but I don’t think I would be able to put my heart on the line again. I was sure that I could live in the same town as Caleb without melting into a puddle of goo every time he looked at me.
“I’m sure he would like that,” I said and then lifted him unto my lap, “Caleb is playing Rugby now, do you want to watch the game with me?”
“He’s on the TV?”
“Yes he is,” I said and flicked to the sports channel.
We sat and watched the game and at half time I made us a quick snack. Initially the sport did not interest me, but seeing the players on the field and how excited Braden got each time he saw Caleb had me hooked. Half time was over and the players all jogged back onto the field and the game got underway. The Denver Stampede was leading 18 – 6, but the players looked exhausted from their efforts. Each bone crunching tackle had me on edge; I’ve never been one for such barbaric sports, and watching players being carried off on stretchers or with cuts in their faces made me nervous.
Ten minutes into half time, Caleb was sprinting to the try line, one of the opposition players came storming him from the side and when he collided with Caleb, he was catapulted into the air and came down head first and that’s where he stayed. I looked at Braden and was grateful that he was busy playing with his Legos instead of watching the game. I glanced back at the screen; the referee had blown the whistle and raised his arms above his head with his wrists crossed. Within seconds, paramedics came rushing unto the fiel
d with a spine board and I held my breath for a second and when the live broadcast was interrupted, I knew something went horribly wrong.
***
Hours later I sat next to Caleb where he lay in traction. He had suffered a compression fracture on his C5-C6 vertebrae which caused pressure on his spinal cord, leaving him paralysed. And although the doctor reassured me that it was only temporary, I couldn’t help but worry.
In his sedated state, I took his hand in mine, “I know you can’t hear me, but I’m going to say this anyway. You have to get better, Braden needs you and-and I need you.”
Realisation swept over me as I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand. I still loved him after all these years and coming so close to losing him after just finding him scared me more than anything. Outside reporters gathered to get a scoop of the story but Samson was determined to not allow anyone in, which I was thankful for.
“Rae…”
Caleb was waking up and even though he couldn’t move, a smile tugged at his lips.
“Caleb, you stupid fool,” I said and shifted closer to him, “You scared the hell out of me. How are you feeling?”
“Right now I’m not feeling much at all,” he said and I could see the laughter in his eyes. Unbelievable! Even at this point he could make silly jokes.
“It’s not funny, you could have broken your neck,” I said and squeezed his hand.
“It will be convenient though, you would have to look after me for life then,” he said in his croaky voice.
His response caught me off guard and I could only smile, “I’m serious Caleb, what would I have told Braden?”
The door to the room opened unexpectedly and I turned to see who entered expecting Samson, but instead it was two men I haven’t seen before.
“Mr. Hayes, I’m from the Daily Tribune…” one of them started and I instantly got my back up and glared at them.
“Have you no consideration, you can see he’s not well, get out of here this instant!” I ground out and went to stand between Caleb and the parasites.
“Are you Miss Callaway, the mother of his child?”
God, he was relentless. I was about to attack him physically when Caleb spoke up.
“It’s okay Rae, I can handle this,” he said.
I hesitated and then stepped aside.
Caleb looked at me and then at the reporter, “For the record, Miss Rae Callaway is the mother of my child, and no, I’m not going to fight for custody. I plan on marrying her,” he said and then glanced my way.
I was too overwhelmed to say anything; my mouth fell open and closed a few times.
“That is if she will have me,” he continued while the reporter’s camera man clicked away taking photos.
I glanced at Caleb and caught him watching me. What just happened? He just stated to the reporter that he wanted to marry me. I was sure it was his concussion speaking, so I moved closer and leaned down to whisper, “You don’t have to pretend for the press, they can make their own conclusions, I don’t really care, I just want you to get better.”
“I’m not pretending, it’s the truth, I am in love with you.”
Shocked I sat down not trusting my own legs, even the reporter and camera man stood silently watching. I knew I had to say something but words failed me, so instead I leaned over and pressed my lips against his.
“Is that a yes or a maybe?” he asked against my lips.
“It’s a maybe, first get better so that you can get on your knees to propose,” I whispered and then kissed him, the other people in the room forgotten.
Epilogue
Two months later Braden and I went with Samson to meet Caleb at his physiotherapist. He had been working hard to get back on his feet, and was finally able to take more than twenty steps before having to rest. When I entered the rehabilitation centre it was decorated with gold balloons and white roses all over the place. At the far end, I spotted Damien and his fiancée standing among the staff along with a bunch of really big bulky men who I could only assume were Celeb’s rugby mates. Caleb stood near the parallel walking bar in a suit. I glanced around the room and slowly approached him with Braden holding my hand.
Caleb looked at me and smiled and with the help of his physiotherapist he went down on one knee and held out a little velvet box.
“Rae Callaway, I’m on my knees finally, so will you do me the honour of being my partner in crime?” he said with a grin. Around us everyone stood holding their breaths and waiting in anticipation, some of the women were dabbing tears from their eyes and I was pretty close to tears myself.
I looked down at Braden and then asked him, “So do you want Caleb to be your real dad?”
Braden didn’t even wait; he launched at Caleb and hugged him tightly. I smiled and went down on my knees then leaned in and kissed him, “I would want nothing more,” I said softly and Caleb slid the ring unto my trembling finger.
Finally, my life was starting to get direction, my son finally accepted me as his only mother, while I had the love of my life right by my side, nothing could be more prefect that this.
****
THE END
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Irish Daddy
Alana
A shiver shot through me as I walked through the deserted streets on campus towards my apartment in residence. This is absolute madness; I should have left the party a lot earlier, now I’m stuck all alone at 3 AM. I wasn’t even much of a party freak to be honest, but somehow I’m always invited. Of course it was as obvious as daylight that they all just invited me because of my status. You see, my dad is one of the wealthiest men in Boston, Fergus O’Devlin. And just because of that, people seem to think I’m equally well off. They aren’t too wrong about that though. Having a rich father comes with many perks. I’m one of few students with her own apartment, a gorgeous car, which I wish I had right now, and a wardrobe that would make Paris Hilton jealous. Naturally every guy on campus wants a piece of me, but I’m not like most girls. Frankly, unlike most of my peers, I want to stay a virgin until the day I get married, and being shy and conservative doesn’t help either. In today’s day and age, it’s almost impossible to stay innocent, but I’m all about impossibilities and proving society wrong.
I pursed my lips as I tried to stifle a yawn and tears blurred my vision. Just a few more blocks and I’ll be home, then I can crash and burn for the rest of the day. Classes would have to wait; there was no way I would even be remotely interested or awake enough to sit through Dr. Richardson’s 9 AM class. I was about to cross the street to my apartment, when I spotted a black SUV, one I haven’t seen before, but then again, I never really paid much attention, much less walk around campus during the early hours of the morning. I kept a watchful eye on the vehicle and decided to stay on this end of the street until I was well past it before crossing. As I approached the entrance to the residence, I glanced over my shoulder and let out a relieved sigh. I slipped in and hurried to my place. It was pretty much the entire ground floor, or rather two apartments my father had merged into one. The Dean was opposed to it at first, but when my father offered a sizable donation for the upgrade of their football locker rooms and fields, he didn’t think twice.
I dumped my handbag on the kitchen counter, kicked off my shoes and headed straight for my king-sized bed, flopping unceremoniously down on it with a loud satisfied groan.
“Home at last,” I mumbled to myself as I tucked my pillow under my head. The way I felt now, I knew it won’t be long before I dozed off.
I had just started to drift off when hushed voices filled the room.
“Quick, get her!” Someone muttered in a hushed tone.
My body went numb with fear the moment I realized I wasn’t alone. But before I could move, two strong hands had me pinned face down on th
e mattress.
“No, let me go!” I screamed as he flipped me over on to my back.
I kicked with all my might, but I was no match for him. The masked villain had reached for something in his pocket, which I assumed would be a gun or a knife, so I bucked my hips wildly and tried to push him off. It was then that he hit me with such force it felt as if my head was being ripped off my spine. I could taste blood in my mouth and I groaned in pain. Again, my attacker tugged and pulled me, and then there was a second one who grabbed my feet. The one closest to me smelled like old sweat and whiskey. He stuffed a foul-tasting rag into my mouth before pulling a black bag over my head while his partner tied my feet together. It sounded like cable ties being zipped and tightened far too harshly around my ankles, and then around my wrists. The plastic was literally cutting into my flesh. I tried to fight them but it was impossible, tied up and gagged there was no way I was going to get out of this. My brain was in shambles, I couldn’t form a single thought as panic shot through every part of me.
With my tongue, I forced the cloth out of my mouth and cried, “What do you want with me?”
“Shut up bitch before you wake up the entire fucking campus. One more peep from your sorry little mouth, and I’ll show you exactly what that mouth was meant for,” one attacker ground out.
Terrified, I shut my mouth and tried to stay calm, that’s what a person was supposed to do right? Not to panic, as if that was even possible.
Why me? I kept asking myself as he gathered me up and flung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I can give you any amount, I swear, name the price…” I tried.
“Shut that fucking bitch up or I’ll gut her myself!” came a disembodied raucous voice of the other attacker sounded.
This can’t be happening, I told myself. It was like movie scene, something I never expected. I decided to stay quiet, but tried to listen for anything familiar, any voices or sounds. Maybe, just maybe, it was a bunch of college kids playing a prank, but there was nothing familiar about these men. The cool air hit my skin as they carried me out, and the next thing I know, I was being dumped ungraciously into a vehicle. The engine revved and the vehicle pulled away, causing me to tumble and crash against the side of the vehicle.
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