by M T Stone
“Oh, Lord!” she says, fluttering her hands. “Don’t ever say that again.”
“Okay, I won’t. I just wanted to see that reaction again,” I tease, placing my hand between her shoulder blades and rubbing her back. “Don’t worry. Kayla and I will both be staying at the firm until we finish the patent trial. I would never let Dad down on anything that big. After I win that case, I’ll stay in the loop for the year and help out with client transitions. But I’ll be putting my house up for sale as soon as possible and I’ll be leaving right after the new year.”
“Wow, when did you decide all of this?” she asks, completely shocked by my aggressive timetable.
“Just now, when you admitted that Dad used Granddad to manipulate me.” I pat her on the back and squeeze her shoulder before giving her another hug. “I forgive him, but I won’t spend another year of my life doing something I have grown to hate.”
“Okay. But you’d better sit down and have a conversation with him before you do anything rash,” she says, turning back toward the door. “That helicopter and pilot are sitting out here waiting for me,” she says in a stunned voice. I reach into my wallet and pull out my Black Card. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay him. You’d better keep your money. You’re going to need it more than me.”
“Kayla and I will be fine,” I assure her. “She didn’t grow up with a silver spoon, so I think it will be an easy transition to living like millionaires instead of billionaires. I’ll be sure to invite both you and Dad to the wedding,” I add, stunning her beyond her current state of shock.
I smile broadly as she looks at me as if I’m an alien. I have gone along with their master plan for the past twenty years, so she’s a little thrown off by my sudden need to take back control. It’s as if the events of the past day have jolted me to the core of my being. I’ve been partying, fucking, and living a life of complete denial. It’s high time that I level with everyone, including myself, and start living the life I want for myself. The Taylor name will be around as long as the firm remains in business, with or without my presence. As Mom said, the name carries a note of prestige and honor that will not be discarded just because a Taylor is no longer at the helm.
Mother stops in the doorway and turns back toward me. “I’m going to miss you,” she says with an uncharacteristic hint of emotion. “I know we don’t see each other than often, but it was nice always knowing that you were close by.”
“I’ll stop back and visit you guys anytime you want. You know I still love coming out here for the Fourth of July. I’ll make sure your blanket is washed.” I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to try to put that whole thing out of my mind,” she replies with another shudder as she turns and heads down the sidewalk toward the idling helicopter.
After closing the door behind her, I look upward and have a few words with my grandfather. I’m glad that the truth has finally come out, that he had nothing to do with getting me to stay. My father has always put the firm ahead of everything else, but I had always believed that Granddad was a better person than that. He cared about people much more than he cared about business. That’s the way I want to be. The way I want to live. I’d better go find Kayla. I’m sure she is still traumatized by what happened. I laugh and shake my head, still not believing it myself.
Kayla
My heart is racing in my chest as I stand with my ear to the door, listening to his conversation with Victoria. I have always suspected that she looked down upon me and my family, but this is the first time I’ve heard her say it out loud. The funny part is that my parents have a beautifully restored brownstone in Riverdale, which most realtors consider a hidden gem just north of Manhattan. The home they live in would cost two or three times as much if they tried to live a few miles south in Manhattan. Besides, they have never been fans of all the congestion that goes along with those more elite zip codes.
I’m more than a bit stunned that Blake told her that he will be leaving the firm and will invite them to the wedding. I wish I could’ve seen the look on her face after that one. Her chin probably hit the floor, just like mine did. He had to have added that purely for shock value. There is no way he’s ready for that type of commitment. After all, we’ve only been dating for about eighteen hours. I giggle to myself at the thought of him saying that to her. I scramble back to the makeup table and begin brushing my hair after hearing the front door close. I don’t want him to think that I’ve been eavesdropping on them.
“Hey, sexy,” he says, opening the bedroom door and walking directly over to me. “What do you think about living on Paradise Island?” He looks for an immediate answer as if he just asked whether I would like French toast or pancakes.
“I’ve never been there, but all of your ex-interns seemed to like it,” I reply, not meaning it the way it came out.
“Ouch! That’s the kind of passive-aggressive thing my mother would say.” He narrows his eyes and gives me a sideways glance.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” I reply, more than a little flustered. “My head has been spinning, and I should’ve said I’ve never been there, but I hear it’s nice.”
“I want to take you,” he says, holding out his hand, coaxing me to stand. He wraps his arms around me and looks into my eyes. “We’ll have Jay come back and pick us up, then we’ll stop home so we can pick up some clothes. We’ll catch a flight down there this afternoon. We can stay down there until Sunday. By that time, you’ll know whether you like it.”
“And if I like it?” I ask, wanting to hear the words directly from his lips.
“I’ll call Peggy and let her know that I want to buy it from Dad. Then we can work out of the firm’s Nassau office for the next year before we blaze some new trails for ourselves,” he says, giving me that sexy smile of his.
“So . . . when you told Victoria that you would invite them to the wedding, were you being serious?” I ask, feeling a strong fluttering in my heart.
“Of course I was serious,” he says with a kiss. “I know exactly what I want out of life and I’m going for it. I know how hard it was on you to turn thirty-six, being closer to forty than thirty. It’s foolish, because even at forty, you will still be the most beautiful woman in the world. But, I know the biological clock is a real thing, and we’ve wasted enough time.”
I feel tears springing from the corners of my eyes. “Well, you seem to be getting hotter every year, so I don’t know what I’m going to do to keep up.” I pause in an effort to simply take in the moment. Everything is happening so quickly that it keeps on catching me completely off-guard. “I’m ready for whatever is next,” I finally answer with a laugh. “I don’t know exactly where we’ll end up, but I’m sure it’ll be a fun ride. Let’s go.”
“I know exactly where we’ll end up,” he says, rubbing his nose against mine. “You just leave all the details to me.”
With that, our adventure of a lifetime begins. He’s right. I will have no problem adjusting to a life with no servants or drivers or high-society fundraising events to attend. That is Victoria and JD’s world, but it has never been mine, and Blake has never seemed to like all the excesses either. I can see him grilling fish and making steaks and homemade pizza out on the grill. I find myself a bit relieved that he wants to turn his back on the billionaire mentality and get out of the city. I welcome the sound of waves crashing against the beach instead of honking taxis and the constant wail of sirens.
“I love you,” I tell him, realizing it’s something I’ve never told him before.
“I know,” he replies with a devilish grin. “But, I love you more.”
I really don’t think that’s possible, but I’ll let him believe it.
Epilogue
Kayla
One Year Later
Blake takes my hand as we walk across the beach, down to the water’s edge. It’s another gorgeous sunrise, and we’re greeted by the lightest of breezes coming off the water. A small flock of seagulls lifts off upon not
icing our approach, and we pause momentarily to allow for their hasty exit. “I can’t believe it’s another perfect day out here.” I give him an appreciative smile. “In a few more months, we will be able to sleep in a couple of hours later before going on our walk.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, but I’ll miss these sunrises,” he replies, looking at the beautiful stream of colors over the horizon. “Maybe I’ll just get up and watch the sunrise. Then we can go for a walk when you get up. Ah, who cares? We’ll do whatever we want.”
“Until this little guy gets here at least.” I laugh, patting my stomach. “Then we’ll have a whole other kind of boss.”
“I can handle that kind of boss,” he says with a chuckle. I can’t wait to see how he handles being a father. I know he thinks that this little kid won’t have him wrapped around his finger, but I think he’s going to be surprised. Blake didn’t grow up in a very loving household, but after spending the past year with him, I’ve seen that he has a heart of gold. He’s going to love his son to death. “I still can’t believe you got pregnant on our honeymoon. You were so nervous that you were getting too old. We’ll be done before age forty.”
“I should’ve known it wouldn’t take long with that virility of yours.” I giggle and bump my hip into his. “The way you fuck me sends my ovaries into overdrive.”
“Hey, I can’t help the fact that you bring out the animal in me.” He smirks, dropping his hand to my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “You know, we haven’t had sex on the beach yet.”
“And we won’t unless it is very dark and completely deserted. Maybe if it’s three in the morning or something.” I cringe at the thought of getting busted again. “Now that you got the rest of your compensation from the patent case, maybe it’s time to get that sailboat. I know you’ve been thinking about it.”
“I have. The main thing holding me back has been debating whether to get one that has an engine for backup,” he tells me with a contemplative look. “I was thinking maybe I should have one just in case we get into bad weather or something.”
“It makes sense with a baby on the way,” I agree.
“But the boat is much more agile without it,” he counters himself. “Besides, I’ll become a much better sailor if I don’t have an engine to rely on.”
“It’s not like we’re going to go sailing around the world or anything,” I reply with a shrug of my shoulders.
“I had been thinking maybe we would take off on January second and sail to Greece,” he says with a grin. “But obviously, now those plans have changed. Maybe I’ll just stick to fishing for now. We can start sailing when the kids get old enough.”
Blake is a completely different person since we’ve been living here. Most days, he goes into the office from seven to three, and I join him on Tuesdays and Thursdays to catch up on filing and paperwork. It’s a far cry from the stress-filled days and courtroom drama we used to endure in the city. It already seems like a lifetime ago.
Blake
I always thought there was no way I could love Kayla any more, but since finding out about the baby, it somehow happened. The glow on her face is amazing, and other than an occasional bout of morning sickness, she seems completely unfazed. She hasn’t begun to show yet, but I have already started stroking her stomach on a nightly basis. I love staying in touch with her body, and as her belly continues to grow, I want to be as close to her as possible. There was a time in my life when finding out that I was going to be a father would have been a burden or even scared the hell out of me. But now, raising a family seems like it will be a completely natural extension of my life with Kayla. A priority.
“You’re going to be late,” she comments as I come up behind her and run my hands up her sides and cup her breasts. “It’s almost six thirty.”
“I have a conference call with Davis and a new staff attorney at eight. There is nothing pressing until then,” I assure her, slipping my fingers beneath her bikini top and lifting it to expose her breasts. “I think they’re already getting bigger.”
She giggles and squirms in my arms. “I think that’s just wishful thinking.”
“Well, you know I believe in mind over matter,” I reply, rolling her nipples in a way that always makes her wet. “But seriously, I think they are bigger than last week. I love how they fill my hands.”
“I’m glad you like them, because it makes me really hot when you do this.” She turns her head in search of my lips.
“You’re going to make a fantastic mom.” I slip my tongue between her lips and tease her tongue with mine. I love the fact that she spends so much time in a bikini now. It took me a long time to get her comfortable with thong bikinis, so hopefully, she won’t get self-conscious once she begins to show. I love seeing her like this. I coax her in front of the window so we can look out over the ocean. I love the combination of the beautiful sea and her gorgeous curves.
My rock-hard cock springs from my swimsuit as I pull the waistband forward. I use both hands for just a second to get rid of it. I then slip my fingers inside the outer edges of her bikini bottoms and coax her thong over her hips, allowing them to drop to the floor. “I love how you still get nervous when I get you naked in front of the window.”
“I don’t think my anxiety will ever fade completely after the time your mother walked in on us,” she says, glancing back at me with pursed lips.
“Well, I’m pretty sure she won’t pop in unannounced again,” I reply with a chuckle. “She was at least as traumatized as we were.” I slip my cock between her slick lips and ease into her.
“You’re a bad boy,” she moans as she is forced to place her hands against the glass to keep her balance. I continue to push forward until her breasts are also pressed up against the glass. I’ve showed her several times that no one can see anything from below because of the tinting, but it still sends a chill down her spine thinking that someone might catch us in the act. She shivers, and I instantly feel a gush of juices engulfing my cock as I give it to her in a steady, rhythmic motion that has her knees shaking within a matter of seconds.
By overwhelming her senses, she suddenly gets out of her head and forgets about who might be walking on the beach or whether I’ll make it to the office on time. None of that matters. All that matters is that I’m making love to the woman of my dreams, the woman who will bear me a son and the one I will spend the rest of my life with. Till death do us part.
Her breathing becomes labored and erratic, and I feel her pussy contracting with each stroke as her legs begin to shake more violently. I grip her hips firmly and thrust into her with everything I have, wanting to join her in the climax that she’s currently experiencing. The thought of us having children together is enough to send me over the edge. I pull out at the last second and send my load shooting all the way up the center of her back. I continue to hold her in place as the final drops land on her beautiful ass.
“You might want to grab a towel,” she says, looking back and giving me a smile. “You just love messing me up right before you leave the house, don’t you?”
“Hey, I’m just marking my territory,” I reply, running the towel down her back. “So no showering until after I’m back home.”
“That’s terrible,” she says, slapping me on the arm. “As if. Besides, I somehow landed the hottest man on this entire island. Anyone else would be a downgrade.”
“Well, who knows? Some women get the urge to go slumming now and then,” I reply, giving her a slap on the ass.
“You know damn well that I did my slumming before you and I started dating,” she replies, giving me a scornful glance. “After having you, there will be no going back. Anyone who purposely goes out slumming has some sort of power issues or something.”
“Whereas, you know damn well the power you have over me.” I touch the tip of my cock against her pussy lips.
“Exactly. I’m glad you realize that you can’t live without it, because that little box could never go back to a world witho
ut you either.” She reaches back and gives my cock a little tug. “Now go get cleaned up and get your butt to work. I don’t want your father calling here looking for you again.”
I tip my head back and laugh out loud. “That’s hilarious that he calls you whenever he doesn’t find me at the office on his way to work. Did he make some sort of deal with you or something? Is that why you’re always concerned with me getting there by seven?” I turn her around and look into those beautiful hazel eyes of hers.
“We don’t have a formal agreement, but I gave him my word that I would look after you and keep you on the straight and narrow,” she says with a cute little curl of her lips.
“Well, I’ll let him know that you’re trying your best. But I’ll also let him know that if I want to fuck you in front of the picture window at six-thirty in the morning, I’m going to be a few minutes late. It’s just that simple.”
“Well, I happen to like a man who knows what he wants and goes after it,” she says, sealing it with a sensual kiss. “Now go get dressed. I’ll make you an egg sandwich for the road.”
An egg sandwich with a cup of coffee has become one of my favorite breakfasts since moving down here. I don’t miss the fancy gruyere cheese, pancetta, truffles, and fancy French croissants. A simple ham, egg, and cheese sandwich on a toasted English muffin serves me just fine. I still like flying her off for a date at a fancy restaurant in Miami or Grand Cayman for a special occasion, but most nights, we make something right here.
The funny part is that I don’t miss my former life one bit. I will never be a billionaire now that I’ve given up the throne, but I wouldn’t trade this life for all the money in the world. Sometimes, it’s much more fulfilling to not be the king.
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