It made me smile when she told me that she’d wear it proudly back home.
I was supposed to be at the company’s New Year’s party but I’d chosen to spend it alone with Alyssa. I needed to taste her skin and feel her in my arms as the reality of the situation hit us. This was ending tomorrow, and neither of us wanted that. I was in love with her, despite the taboo nature of the situation. It could ruin my livelihood, my friendship with her father and even my reputation. Men my age dated younger women all of the time, and it was admired unless it was your partner’s daughter, a woman that you’d known for twelve years. It was dirty when you’d watched her grow up, seen her through the loss of her mother. I knew that there were no legal ramifications involved in this, but there were multiple moral ones. “Are you and your father alright?” I asked her as I held her in my arms.
“I’m not sure. He's so protective, and I can see how mad he is when I leave the house. I tell him that I’m with friends, but when he knows I am in a car he just freaks out. I prefer the nights when he isn’t home, but I guess that won’t matter anymore come tomorrow.” Alyssa sighed and nuzzled her nose against my chest. “I don’t want to leave.”
“I’ll visit you within a couple of weeks for a long weekend,” I promised her as she stared into my eyes. “I promise, baby.”
“Good. I’m going to miss this so much,” Alyssa breathed as her lips brushed against my skin, sending the blood to my groin as I groaned. I watched as she slid down my body to take me into her mouth, sucking me hard and deep before I took her head in my hands and started to fuck her mouth as I watched. It was so hot, and I knew how I felt about her as I shot deeply into her throat and she rested her head against my stomach.
We slept a matter of a few hours that night, both of us hungry for each other. I felt closer to her every time I was inside of her, but I didn’t voice that. I took her home in the morning, after one last time in my bed, kissing her goodbye in my bedroom before I had to let her go.
I went into the office, feeling empty and sad. Linda didn’t even affect me this way when she was my wife or after she left. “What’s with you?” Brad asked me as I lost my focus for the hundredth time that day. “You’ve been off for a couple of weeks.”
“Just the holidays or something,” I responded as I ran my hand through my hair. “I can’t wait to go see Kim for a while.”
Brad didn’t take any vacation, though I hoped that would change with the woman in his life. We were both millionaires, and at least one of us deserved to spoil the woman that he loved.
“Alyssa will be there. Will you see her?” He asked as I froze for a moment.
“Maybe I should take her to dinner. She made it sound like she was always working.”
“That would be nice,” Brad agreed as I gave him a long look.
“Are you taking her to the airport?” I asked as he glanced at the clock on the wall.
“I’m taking her to a late dinner before her flight.” That was a good thing, though the selfish side of me wanted it to be me.
We finished the work, and I went to my office to sit and stare out of the window. I sent Alyssa a text, keeping it light as we started a conversation while she packed. Alyssa joked about having trouble fitting the clothes that she bought in her suitcase and I said something vaguely funny back before I looked at the picture of her that I’d taken when she was sleeping. She was beautiful, and I shook my head.
The day passed slowly, and I left before Brad, going to my apartment for the night. I didn’t want to be too close to her, afraid I won’t be able to resist the urge to go to see her.
I woke up the following day knowing that she was gone, feeling ripped apart inside. I rolled over to smell her pillow and closed my eyes. Two more weeks and I’d be there.
Chapter Eight
I returned to California a different person. Dad and I talked over dinner, and he apologized for being so cold since Mom died. He just didn’t know how to handle it apart from working as much as possible. He assured me that he wanted me to live my life and even admitted to dating a woman in the city. I told him that I was happy for him and gave him a tight hug before I boarded the plane.
I missed Nathan more than I ever imagined I would. I knew that he was coming to see me and we talked every few days as well as sent a lot of texts. The conversations were casual, but I think we both felt what was bubbling underneath the surface.
When he was at my door a few weeks later, I hugged him and pulled him into my apartment. His lips were crashing against mine as he pressed me against the wall and released the apparent desire in both of us. I took him to my bed, inviting him into my life as my heart broke into a million pieces at the idea of him leaving.
We had a great week together before we returned to our long distance relationship. I’d nearly told Nathan that I loved him before he left but held it back. I wasn’t ready to face that yet.
Life had a different plan for me. I started feeling sick a couple of months later, thinking at first that it was just the flu. After some time passed, I thought back to a few of the times when I’d been careless with Nathan in the heat of our passion. I took a test once I couldn’t stand the mystery anymore and cried brokenly on my bathroom floor when I realized that I was pregnant.
I admittedly pulled away from Nathan after that, actually from everyone back in New York. I had to sort through what was happening and decide what to do, though abortion and adoption weren’t options for me. I loved this baby, this little piece of Nathan and me. I just wasn’t sure how to tell him.
One Saturday morning Nathan came knocking at my door and I burst into tears all over again. He took me into his arms, and even though I wanted to send him away, some powerful hormones came with this pregnancy, so I dragged him into bed instead. I fucked him as many times as I could stand it before I was exhausted and he watched me as I snuggled next to him. “What’s wrong with you, Alyssa? Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I…I found out I was pregnant about a month ago. I’ve been lost about it and tried to figure out what to do,” I told him after several moments of silence, burying my face in my pillow.
“Pregnant? With my baby?” Nathan questioned as I groaned out loud and closed my eyes.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I shot back as I felt him move close to me, lighting the fire inside of me all over again.
“I know that. I’m sorry.” Nathan apologized, and I raised my head to look at him.
“Have you?” My voice was high, and I stared at him as he gave me an incredulous look.
“Fuck, no. I miss you, Alyssa. Come back to New York. We can make it official and raise this baby.”
“Are you insane? Dad will be pissed, Nathan. You might lose your job and your life there.”
“So what?” He asked as I rolled away from him. “Alyssa, come back. I can work anywhere, here or there.”
“You’re not throwing away your career there for me,” I scoffed as I pulled on a robe and walked into the kitchen.
“I love you, Alyssa. I want all of this with you. I just didn’t know how to say it before.” I looked out of my window and wondered when everything went so wrong, why this happened to us. It was good sex, hot and wild, nothing that needed to turn into shared parenthood.
“I’m tired. I can’t deal with this,” I told him as I went back to bed and pulled the blankets over my head.
I shut down, and he went home angry and resentful at my attitude. I didn’t know what I was doing as I worked through my days and cried myself to sleep. I missed him so much, but it seemed hopeless in my mind.
I noticed that the phone calls stopped and the texts just didn’t come through as I kept being silent. I was scared that I’d lost Nathan, but maybe that was best. I had a good job, and I could raise this baby myself.
I was checking the mail and found an envelope that was marked with Nathan’s return address. I carried it to my place and sat down to open it, finding a plane ticket for the following weekend. I grabbed
my phone.
Me: What the hell is this?
Nathan: I want you to come here so we can figure this the fuck out. I am going to talk to your dad and tell him everything, Alyssa. I love you, and I hate that I’m missing everything about this pregnancy.
Me: Are you insane? I wasn’t going to tell him that it’s yours.
Nathan: I want the world to know that this baby is mine. I’m sick of hiding this. Get your ass back here on that flight and face your life. I've had enough of this.
I smiled and started to cry.
Me: Okay. Know something? I love you too.
I was scared to death the entire flight as my stomach twisted and turned inside. Nathan picked me up at the airport and drove me to his house, announcing that we were having dinner with my father the following night. I still tried to argue the idea, but he shut me up with a kiss, something that I needed.
It felt good to have him bare inside of me. It was not necessary now, and I rode him that night hard and deep as I gave into the orgasm that I desperately needed. We stayed in bed until we needed to get ready for dinner, and I slipped on some leggings and a long t-shirt as I pulled my hair back.
Dad looked shocked when I showed up with Nathan. He stared at us as we sat down at the table and his face turned beet red as Nathan told him what was going on. “She’s my daughter. How dare you think that this is okay.” Dad growled as I jumped in my seat and felt Nathan take my hand.
“I wouldn’t have chosen this for her, but it happened. I love her, and we’re going to have a family. I’ll do right by her, Brad.” Nathan told him as Dad threw down his napkin, stomped out of our dining room and slammed a door in the house.
“That went well,” I muttered as Nathan stroked my hair.
“Give him time,” Nathan murmured before he led me out of the house, getting Thai food on the way back to his house.
Dad wasn’t there when we found out the baby was a boy, at a doctor’s office in New York. I’d agreed to move back in the week that I was visiting. Nathan insisted that I take it easy and we stayed in the house after I’d sorted everything out in California. I knew that I wanted to work eventually, but I let him have his way for now.
He had proposed a week before the baby was due, in front of the fireplace. I was heavy and full of our son and cried buckets as I sobbed that I would marry him. We’d worked through a lot in the few months that I’d been back and I suspected that Dad was coming around. Nathan worked it out enough to stay at the firm, and he even agreed that Dad was warming up to the idea of us.
Epilogue
Braden Leo Moore was born on an early November morning, beautiful and loud. Nathan bent over me as I held him against my bare skin and cried for what we created with our love. I struggled from time to time with us, but now everything was perfect. It wasn’t what one might classify as a normal relationship, but we both knew that it was a genuine one.
His sister was out in the waiting room, and she came in with flowers before she carefully picked up the little bundle of blue. There was a tap at the door, and I glanced up to see Dad coming in, holding a huge vase of white roses and purple lilacs. They were mom’s favorite flowers and I smiled as he came in and set them down beside me.
“So this is my grandson?” He asked as he looked at the baby.
“Yes, his name is Braden.” I knew that he’d talked to Nathan about things, but we weren’t on good terms until this moment as I got my son and offered him to my father. He teared up as he held him and I lost it as Nathan came to stand beside me.
I knew that everything would be okay. I knew that my baby would have a family, all the while with my mother looking over all of us.
Nathan leaned over to kiss me, bursting with pride and love as our eyes locked. This wasn’t what I ever would’ve guessed for my life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
*****
THE END
Story 5: Daddy's Bossy Friend
Description
Daddy says I’m in danger.
So he’s shipped me off to Alaska.
With his best friend. My bodyguard. My protector.
But what daddy doesn’t know is that his best friend and I have a past.
I saved myself for him.
And now I want him to take what belongs to him.
He’s bossy, he’s demanding and he’ll teach me.
We’re all alone in the woods.
No one can find out we’re here.
It’ll be our secret.
Or we’ll end up dead.
But what happens in the woods doesn’t stay in the woods.
Chapter 1 – Virginia
I had a stack of books, mostly on the history of the slave trade in North Africa, which I had carried with me to the campus coffee shop. Casey and I had just got out of Professor Simmons’ sociology class, and she had dragged me here.
“Aren’t you going to return them to the library?” Casey asked as we sat down at our usual table by the large windows. I knew why Casey liked to sit there; it gave her the perfect vantage point to spy on all the “cute” guys she was drooling over. Personally, I couldn’t care less.
“Yeah, once I’m done reading them,” I remarked and deposited the books in a pile on the floor by my feet. There wasn’t enough space for them on the table.
“I thought these books were just for the essay we submitted today,” Casey asked and shook her head like she was disappointed in me.
“But I’m not done reading them!” I said with a laugh and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re too intense, Virginia. You need to relax! We’re in college, look around you!” she exclaimed and took a dainty sip of her coffee, conscious of not letting her lipstick rub onto the edge of the coffee mug.
“I know, we’re in college . . . here for the education, remember?” I said, still laughing. This wasn’t the first time that Casey and I were having a conversation like this. This wasn’t the first time that she was telling me to get a life, by which she meant a love life.
“Anyway, can we talk about something other than the slave trade in North Africa for a moment? I think I have a headache coming on from the last lecture,” Casey said and I sat back in my chair and nodded my head. In these situations, it was best to just go with Casey’s flow.
“So, I have to tell you what Nathan did yesterday,” she began. I vaguely remembered this new guy she was dating; she’d told me about him on our last coffee date but I usually tended to zone out when she droned on about her boyfriends for too long.
“Did you catch him with Suzie Chapman again?” I asked, who was Casey’s archrival. Casey rolled her eyes and made a claw shape with her right hand.
“I’ll pluck her eyeballs out the next time she throws herself at my boyfriend!” she squealed and we both laughed, even though I knew that my friend was totally capable of doing that.
“No, he actually turned up right on time for our date. Can you believe that? After six dates, he finally made it on time. Virginia . . . he may be the one!” she squealed with joy this time and I laughed and smiled and nodded my head. I’d heard it before. Every guy who was even remotely sweet to Casey automatically turned into the guy of her dreams.
I gulped at that thought. What about the man of my dreams? I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d seen him. Was it at my parents’ Christmas party the previous year? I could feel my muscles stiffening at the thought of Carl.
Casey must have noticed the sudden change in my demeanor because she leaned towards me over the table.
“Have you thought about what I said the last time, Virginia? You need to put yourself out there; you need to get into dating. College isn’t all about burying your nose in books and churning out the perfect essays!” Casey lectured and I looked away from her and shook my head.
“That’s just not me, Casey, I don’t date,” I said and when I looked back at her, she had her eyebrows arched.
“So, you’re just going to sit around, waiting for the one to turn up?” she a
sked, and I knew she was laughing at me in her head. The truth was that the one had turned up, he’d been a part of my life since I was a little kid. He’d kissed me on my eighteenth birthday when he got too drunk and didn’t know what he was doing and since then, he’d avoided me. He stopped visiting our house. I couldn’t even be sure if he remembered the kiss . . . chances were that he didn’t. After the kiss, Carl had acted like nothing had happened. It was a short kiss, but he was gentle and masculine, unlike the other two awkward kisses I had shared with the guys from my high school. Kissing Carl was different – it was a fantasy come true and within a few moments it was over, and now sometimes I wondered if it had even happened.
“Yes, I’d rather just wait for the right man than date every guy who comes my way,” I said to Casey and she shook her head in disappointment again.
“Such a hopeless romantic, you are,” she said, almost to herself, like she couldn’t even believe that she was friends with me.
“I can’t change who I am, Casey,” I argued. It was the truth, I couldn’t change who I had feelings for. Even if that man was out of my reach and probably didn’t even remember that I existed. I couldn’t stop feeling for him what I truly felt.
“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry that I keep bringing this up, we can stop talking about it now,” Casey said with a wave of her hand. Even though I hadn’t confided in her about my feelings for Carl or what had happened with him on my eighteenth birthday, I had a feeling that she knew something was up – that my love life wasn’t as simple as I made it out to be.
“Okay, good. So tell me more about Nathan. Six dates huh?” I smiled widely at her and picked up my mug of coffee.
Casey flipped her long golden hair back over her shoulders and settled down in the chair to start talking again. My friend clearly had a very active love life, and I was happy to just sit and listen.
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