The Boss’s Secret Baby

by Charlize Starr

  Dinner was at a well-known steakhouse in the city and we arrived to be led to a room in the back. It was an open bar and Vivian widened her eyes as I asked her what she wanted. “Just one glass of wine. I need to focus.” She smiled grimly at me and I vowed to get some more into her so she’d loosen up. I liked Vivian with a little wine in her system and remembered the night back in New York as my cock hardened underneath my suit.

  We made our way around the room of fellow investors and I introduced her as my fiancée and assistant. Vivian shone like a star compared to the other fake-looking women and handled everyone with a grace that most women didn’t have. She was interested and witty as she laughed and talked to them and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

  This was more of a mingle dinner just to get to know one another. I chatted lightly as I watched Vivian move around. She was stunning and rage filled me when I saw the other men eye her and nudge one another.

  We enjoyed shrimp and steak for dinner along with a few other courses as Vivian kept charming the room. She was making me horny as fuck and I shifted in my seat. A blonde woman came to sit down beside me. “Carter, it’s been a while. We met last year at this event.” I took a closer look to see that I did know her. Since I was here with my married assistant last year, I worked the room and ended up going to this woman’s room after dinner. The sex wasn’t memorable though. I nodded at her. “How are you?”

  “I’m doing well. How are you?” I asked politely as she blushed.

  “It’s Brittany and I’m fine. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later tonight.” Her hazel eyes were filled with hope but the thought almost made my cock soften.

  “I have plans. Thank you,” I said. Britanny nodded with a stricken expression on her face, murmured something and got up to walk away. I moved my eyes back to Vivian.

  Dinner dragged on and I watched her sipping another glass of wine. She was obviously trying to avoid me, spending a lot of time at other tables. But I wasn’t going to let her forget about what she had seen in our hotel room. I wanted her now more than ever before.

  There was a brief rundown of the following two days and we all called it a night. There was going to be an early start to the day tomorrow and I stood gratefully, wanting some alone time with Vivian. We took a cab back to the hotel as she leaned back with a yawn.

  “You were a natural out there,” I complimented her and she smiled at me. There was the look of more wine than she had planned on and I licked my lips.

  “They were nice, you know? It’s an interesting topic for me and the food…was incredible.” She shook her head and looked out of the window. We rode in silence as I took her in, feeling more than lust and less than love. Once we arrived back at the hotel, I took her to the elevator and pressed the button. Once the doors opened, I led her inside with my hand on the small of her back. I felt her shiver under my touch.

  Vivian turned towards me as the doors closed, her eyes wild with heat as she stared into my eyes. “Did I act like the proper fiancée?” Her voice was rough. I nodded. She hadn’t been over-the-top affectionate with me, but classy, with a small touch here and a smile there. One that claimed me as hers and made me want her more. It suggested that she was an animal once she was behind closed doors.

  I don’t know who initiated the kiss. We were suddenly pressed together, clutching and grabbing as our lips locked in a hungry kiss. It wasn’t proper at all, but messy and desperate. We moved against the walls with the upward movement of the elevator spurring us on, moans and whimpers filling the air as she tugged hard on my hair.

  The doors opened and Vivian wrapped her arms and legs around me as we made our way to the bedroom. I didn’t even look to see where I was going, I was too full of my need for her. I bumped into the door and we both yelped. I finished the walk to the bed as she slid to her knees and sucked my tongue into her mouth.

  Vivian slipped my suit jacket off and dropped it to the floor before she loosened my tie. Her eyes were dark and dilated as she worked it with her fingers, throwing it across the room in her haste to unbutton my shirt.

  I moved my hands down her body to find the hem of the dress and pull it up, over her head. She was wearing a cream bra with matching underwear underneath and she blushed as I tossed the dress to the ground. I removed my pants with my eyes locked on hers in the dim light of the lamp we’d left on, kicking them to the side as she took me in with eager eyes.

  “How is it that you’re hotter than you were back then? You played hockey.”

  “I age like a fine wine,” I teased her as she laughed. I crawled onto the bed with her and pressed her back to kiss her again, feeling her wet heat against the lace of her underwear. My cock jerked hard and I took a deep breath. “I want you so bad.”

  Our mouths met in a hungry kiss as she lifted her hips against my body, moaning uncontrollably. I kissed her until she was breathless before I moved down her neck and sucked and nibbled at her soft skin. I smoothed my hand over the lace that was covering her nipples as she gasped, finding them hard and ready for me. I remembered how much she loved me to play with them and I hardened further as I reached down to unhook the front.

  Her son flashed through my mind as I kissed her further down, needing her in my mouth. Those eyes reminded me of someone and I couldn’t place it as I licked around her nipple slowly, loving the sound of her moans. It was safe to assume that she hadn’t been active in the last few years, based on her reaction and my knowledge of Vivian. I was sure that she had always been monogamous with me, throwing herself into us.

  Today was no different as she arched her back to offer me more. I sucked her right nipple into my mouth, dragging my teeth lightly across the skin as she let out a ragged cry. One hand held her around her back while the other slipped between her legs to find her soaked for me.

  “Carter,” she moaned as I stroked her over the fabric and bit down gently. It wasn’t long before I found her bare pussy with my hand, stroking her clit firmly as I continued to tease her nipples.

  I made her come that way before I slid my hand inside of her to feel her heat. I went deep, sliding my finger into her as she jerked under me and cried out my name. I took a breath and kissed both nipples before sliding down her body to press my mouth to her damp folds. Vivian clutched my hair and I moaned in pain as I circled her clit with my tongue. She was sweet and wet and I ate away at her like she was my last meal, something that I hadn’t enjoyed since my last time with her. I got her to come again, drinking her in as she gripped my hair painfully. I sucked her until she was nearly weeping and pulled away to crawl between her legs and kiss her lips. My cock was hard, throbbing for her as I fed her taste to her. “Are you on anything?”

  “I have been on the pill for a while. Are you clean?” Vivian asked as I nodded solemnly.

  “I get checked regularly. I haven’t been a saint but I’m always careful. I wouldn’t consider doing this bare with anyone but you.” I was sincere and I saw tears fill her eyes as I stroked her cheeks.

  “I trust you,” she assured me as I pressed forward, ready to enter her. “I want you.”

  I slipped inside, finding her surprisingly tight as she moaned. She was still wet and I moved deep inside of her, pausing to enjoy the sensation. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “You’re perfect. I’ve missed this,” Vivian whispered as we slowly started to rock together. I forgot how perfect we were together as we moved and finally admitted that no other woman felt like Vivian. No other woman made me feel complete like she did. I kept moving, building up speed as I drove myself into her with her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. By the time I started feeling the pressure, I was slamming into her and she cried out for more.

  I jerked as I came, crying out her name. I could feel her release against me as well and buried my face inside of her neck as we both recovered. Once I could move, I rolled to the left side of Vivian and stared at her for a long moment. She was beautiful, more so than ever before. I could see the exhaustion in
her expression as she rolled towards me, pulling me against her before she fell asleep.

  I carefully untangled myself from her and made my way to the living room for some water, taking one of the mini bottles of Jameson while I was there. I knew I was in trouble as I stared over the city. I knew that this was more than a bet.

  Chapter 13 - Vivian

  The next two days were a mess of meetings, meals, and a lot of sex with Carter. Once we gave in to that first time, my body was hungry for him. I think we had sex every way possible and maybe even a few ways that I wasn’t familiar with.

  Every time that we finished, I’d shut down and go to sleep. I didn’t know what to say or do and I wasn’t ready to admit my feelings for him. I wasn’t ready to tell Carter that he was Mason’s father, not like this.

  We headed to the airport to go home. I felt conflicted. I couldn’t wait to see Mason. But then I also didn’t want to leave this bubble that I’d been living in with Carter where everything was encompassed into a hotel room. I closed my eyes once we were on the plane. I was tired.

  I felt Carter holding my hand as I dozed and smiled at the idea of this all working out. It was a great thought but there was so much to consider. When we landed, we collected our luggage and made our way to the limo.

  I glanced down at my left hand. The ring that lied to everyone about what we were to one another shimmered in the late afternoon sun. “Want this back?” I asked as we approached the car, holding up my hand. Everyone had congratulated us, toasted us, and told us how perfect we were together all weekend and I felt dejected at letting that go.

  “It looks great on your hand,” Carter said, seeming to consider his answer for a moment before shrugging. “Keep it. It wasn’t a big purchase. Wear it if you need to get away from anybody.” His look told me that he didn’t want me to belong to anybody else.

  “Okay,” I agreed as we slipped into the car. I was surprised at his confession that the ring wasn’t a big purchase. It was stunning, with a generous center diamond and several small ones flanking it. It was breathtaking but not gaudy. I stole a glance at it as we got settled into the car, knowing that I was going to miss wearing it all day. I slipped it off and tucked it into my purse carefully before looking at him, seeing the stricken expression on his face. “Are you okay?” I asked him. He nodded quickly and gave me a small smile.

  “Fine. Sure. We’ll drop you off first,” he said, sounding all business. We drove in silence as I played back the past few days in my head. When we slept together, it was like making love and I wanted to believe that it felt like that for him as much as it did for me. I had loved Carter in high school and I loved him now. It had never quite faded away and my heart broke with every year that passed that he didn’t know that Mason was his son. I wasn’t ready to tell him, though. I didn’t know whether he wanted a son in his life.

  He dropped me off and scooted over to me before I opened the door. Carter kissed me softly, sweetly sucking on my lip as I smiled at him. “I had a great weekend, Vivian. I’d like to keep seeing you.”

  “No fake intentions?” I asked. He chuckled and shook his head before brushing his lips against mine again.

  “None. I just want you in my life again. I didn’t realize how much I missed you.” Carter pulled away and looked into my eyes as I felt my willpower draining from my body.

  “I’d like that,” I agreed, getting out of the car and smiling at him. I walked to my building and unlocked my door, rolling in my suitcase as I thought of my son. My love for him overwhelmed me and I hurried over to Lainie’s to get him. Mason was watching a movie when Lainie opened the door for me. He looked happy and I felt a sense of peace fill me as he ran over to me for a big hug.

  I longed to tell him about his dad. I wanted him to meet Carter and see that he had a good role model but now wasn’t the time. I just needed to be a mother now and sort through this mess. I asked Mason to tell me all about the past days. Lainie cooked us up some chicken and salad and we ate as we talked and laughed together. After dinner, Mason and I went home. I was looking forward to a normal day with him tomorrow, but I was also nervous about going to work, to meet Carter again in the office.

  I read to Mason before he fell asleep. I made my way over to the kitchen and pulled the ring out of my purse, bringing it to the couch to look at it. I wondered what it might have been like if Carter was a part of my life, married to me and being a father to Mason.

  I let myself drift into the fantasy world for a bit before I took the ring into my room and tucked it safely away into a small jewelry box. I undressed for bed and realized how lonely it was not sleeping in Carter’s arms tonight. I cried a little as I thought back to our trip, so unsure of what was to come now that we were back in New York.

  I slept poorly, getting up late to get ready for work and Mason off to school. I chose some simple gray slacks and a silk purple shirt that my mom had gotten me last time we went shopping. It was a bit casual, but I didn’t have any official meetings today.

  I got to work and walked into my office to see a vase of pink lilies and a cup of coffee waiting for me on my desk. I paused as I stared at it, lost in thought until Carter cleared his throat behind me. “Oh my God. Did you do this?” I asked as I turned to him and looked into his handsome face.

  “I did. I wanted to brighten up your morning and prove to you that I want more with you,” he replied before kissing me softly. My body burned for him all over again. I returned the kiss, closing my eyes as we extended it for a few moments. He pulled away and looked at me regretfully. “We need to compile a report about the weekend today,” he sighed.

  “I figured as much,” I replied with a smile, feeling energized as I saw the warmth in his eyes.

  “We’ll go to lunch after that if you’d like,” he said.

  Exhilaration filled me and I felt like a teenager but I managed to nod calmly. I turned on my computer and started typing the report, him by my side. We got through it easily, but there were a lot of looks shared in the process and I knew that I had a stupid smile on my face. I hoped that all this wasn’t in vain and I’d end up with my heart in pieces…again.

  We went to a pizzeria for lunch and enjoyed the buffet of salad and pizza while I tried to adjust to this life of eating out and fancy cars. I didn’t know how to handle any of this. When we went back to the office, I finished some pending tasks before it was time to go home. Carter kissed me and asked me to dinner the following night. I agreed.

  Every day got better with his sweet gestures. There were more flowers, text messages, coffee, and meals. I could see the curiosity in Carter’s eyes whenever I mentioned Mason, which I did as little as possible, but he never asked me anything. I left it at that.

  The dinners were romantic and long. We’d talk about high school and I asked him if he missed hockey. He said he did, but that he had season passes for the Rangers every season. He told me I should go with him this year since he had a block of four seats for every game and maybe Mason could come along too.

  Mason. My son and his son.

  He told me that he was falling for me again in the next couple of weeks and I knew that I was completely in love with him again. There had been nobody in my life since Carter. I knew that he’d been a player, I had read the stories online, but I pushed that out of my mind. I was here now and he wanted me. Eventually, he’d know the truth about Mason and hopefully want him as well. I just needed a little more time to get used to all of this.

  It was the third week of our dating and working together. We were going through another report when Carter said he needed more coffee and got up to get us some. He was just stepping out of the office when his phone chimed. “Can you see if that’s work for me?” He looked back at me as I nodded and reached for the sleek device with a silly smile.

  I was so in love with him.

  I glanced at the screen and my face fell.

  What’s going on with your PA? You haven’t told me much about her, Carter. Do you owe me money for a c
hange? Did you lose a bet over a woman? Who’s in the lead for our fuck list competition now, buddy?

  A bet? What bet? I sat back as I read the message again. Slowly, the realization hit me. I was Carter’s PA. Carter was using me. He was still a player. My heart exploded as I sucked in a sob, dropping the phone to the carpet.

  I heard footsteps and looked up to see a confused Carter standing in the doorway. “What’s wrong?” he asked me. I stood up and took a ragged breath.

  “I was a bet?” I demanded, pointing at his phone. His face paled. “Screw you, Carter. We had the past and I thought that I could trust you but all of this was for money? Well, I hope it was worth it. I am asking for a transfer as soon as possible.”

  I walked into my office and gathered my things before walking out. I needed to go home and cry this out of my system before I dealt with it here in the building. I lowered my face as I walked, feeling people’s eyes on me. I knew that there was talk about Carter and me, and I couldn’t calm down enough to stop crying. I thought the rumors were based on some truth and refused to let them bother me. The women were just jealous was all.

  Now I knew that I was nothing more than a game to him.

  Chapter 14 - Carter

  I watched Vivian leave with shock on my face. I picked up my phone and read the message she had seen. I should have told Shane that this wasn’t a bet anymore. I should have told him that it was real to me and to back the fuck off.

  But I hadn’t and now Vivian was rushing away from me in tears. I walked to my desk and sat down, taking a few slow breaths. I messaged Shane back, telling him that the bet was off. That it didn’t matter any longer.