The Boss’s Secret Baby

by Charlize Starr

  “It can be simple sometimes, Brie. I don’t want drama and complication, just a woman that can be with my son and me and be happy. I plan on treating you like a queen because you’re a special girl.” He leaned forward and kissed me as I breathed in lightly. “I knew it from the moment that I saw you.”

  “I’ve read about romances on farms in books. It always sounded so cheesy, but I think I believe it now.” I laughed and put my head on his chest. We actually fell asleep ourselves and woke up when Logan started pulling on my hand to wake us.

  “Nap too?” he asked sleepily. I nodded and reached out for him. He crawled into my arms and Lance reached around both of us. I looked up, wondering if Mom could see me now. What would she think?

  I took Logan to the playroom as Lance slept a little bit longer. He worked hard and deserved it. Logan played with his figures as we listened to the radio and I organized his books on the shelf. I wondered if there was ever a second that this room was organized.

  I looked up to see Lance watching us from the door with a soft smile on his face. “Hey there,” I greeted him as he walked in and sat beside me.

  “You let me sleep again,” Lance said, kissing me softly.

  “Every queen needs to respect her king,” I responded as our lips met again. Logan came over to hug his dad, and I watched and wondered if there would ever be a point where this was uncomfortable for him–or me for that matter. Would there ever be jealousy? Logan had had Lance to himself for a couple of years, and he might resent me somewhere along the way.

  Maybe he’d accept me as the other parent, some sort of mother figure since his was out of the picture. This was a weird transition: being single to dating a man with a toddler. I went back to sorting books and let them play as I listened to them.

  I stayed the night that night in Lance’s arms, making my way to the house in the morning to get some clothes. He continued to be a respectful gentleman.

  After two months, I had clothes in the extra bedroom and I spent most nights in his bed. Every kiss was breaking my willpower down to nothing, and I realized that we moved forward every night. It started with us in our shirts and underwear to just underwear, but that wasn’t enough. I felt so shy when I took off my bra one night after we’d kissed each other senseless, but he looked at me like I was his world.

  I was in love with Lance, so fast and so easily. I watched as his hands clung to me and his mouth covered my breasts gently with soft kisses. He slipped his hands down my back and over my hips as I dropped my head back and let out a soft moan. It was perfect, and Lance was everything that I wanted.

  We made love for the first time at the four-month mark. Lance worshiped my body every night before that, showing me tenderness and pleasure. He moved slowly, even though I could see the need in his eyes with every kiss.

  Lance moved gently with me, kissing every inch of me before he settled his body between my legs and claimed my lips with a hungry kiss. He slipped inside of me slowly, one of the most intense sensations of my life. He took his time to let me adjust.

  I let the pain pass by as I stared into his eyes and then lowered my hands down his body to wrap around his ass, pulling him inside of me. Lance leaned down to kiss me as he moved in and out of my body, filling me so full as I moaned his name. It was one of the most intense feelings I’d ever experienced and I took a deep breath before I felt the release building up inside of my body.

  I’d had orgasms with Lance, many of them. Those were all on his lips or fingers but the one that was throbbing inside of my body now was going to be explosive. “Lance, I’m so close,” I breathed as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as close to me as I could. “Oh, God. Lance, I’m going to come.”

  “You feel so good, Brie. You’re everything that I’ve ever had,” Lance groaned as he moved faster and I rocked with him.

  I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as I felt myself give in to the pleasure, moaning through the long waves of the release. Lance murmured to me through it and soon I heard him gasping my name as I felt his heat fill me. We’d planned for this night and I was on the pill so he could be bare inside of me. I loved him and I didn’t want it any other way.

  I traced his body as he dropped gently on top of me and kissed my lips.

  It was beautiful and sweet, and I cried a little when Lance told me that he loved me afterward.

  Epilogue

  I was all the way moved in within six months and Lance and I were inseparable. Logan and I were doing great as well, and he loved me as much as he did his father.

  There was a point when Lauren approached Lance and made an attempt to get back into Logan’s life, wanting him to meet his little sister Chloe. Lance made it clear that he already had a mother in his life and that he would not have her drifting in and out of Logan’s life when it suited her, given her history.

  She didn’t push the issue.

  A year after that, once we were married in the meadow on the ranch, he asked her to sign papers for adoption. I was going to officially become Logan’s mom after loving him since I stepped onto the property.

  I was still taking care of him every day and taking classes online in the evening. It was pretty easy since Lance was home most nights and on the nights that he wasn’t, Logan was always good to me. He was a wonderful child and he brightened my life in ways I never could’ve imagined. I was happier than ever, and I made a point of talking to Mom outside at night and telling her everything about my new life.

  With the number of shooting stars I saw out there in the country late at night, I truly believe that she heard every word I said.

  She was the first to know that I was pregnant a year into our happy marriage. I cried, wishing that she was here to see this, but I also thanked her for giving this life to me. Life happens as a result of events, bad and good. I suffered through the bad and the uncertainty of loss, but now I had Lance and Logan to love, as well as our unborn baby.

  Lance cried when I told him that we were expecting a baby. We were outside, looking at the stars. He pulled me close and thanked God for our baby and for me as I cried right along with him. I might have arrived here in pieces, but I had been put back together–and I was stronger than ever. I was home, more than I had been anywhere before now.

  *****

  THE END

  My Cowboy's Mail Order Bride

  Description

  What do you do when your husband-to-be wants to test you out first? And you have no place to go?

  He’s the stuff of women’s fantasies. My fantasies.

  I answered an ad in the newspaper and came all the way from New York for him.

  So here I am, ready for my cowboy.

  He’s devastatingly handsome, but also an arrogant pr*ck.

  He doesn’t even seem to notice me or my curves.

  I feel naked under his gaze. Like I’m about to faint.

  And now he wants to test my worthiness as a wife. To make sure he’s going to be satisfied with me.

  I’m about to lose my virginity to a man I don’t even know.

  But I’m not backing out. This is a deal. And I’m up to the task.

  Two can play this game. Right?

  Chapter One

  The first sensation that made Isabel realize that she was officially in the South was the blast of sandy hot air she felt on her face when she stepped out of the doors of her train carriage. Surprisingly, it was exactly how she had imagined it to be. Like the old Westerns that she used to watch sitting on her father’s knees as a ten-year-old. That was the image of the South that she had, a romanticized notion based on years of watching cowboy films idolizing shotgun slinging and rugged men in cowboy hats.

  And that seemed to be what she got.

  Mitchell Town was small, as she had discovered earlier from research she had conducted online. It gave her the impression that it was a forgotten old town, a perfect place to hide away, and it would also fulfill all her dreams of living out in the South. It was something straight
out of a Western romance.

  The only problem was that it wasn’t very romantic. Answering an ad for a mail order bride – that was not the life she had envisioned for herself. She was a successful fashion editor for a magazine; she had her life all planned out. She even had raised enough money for a down payment on a small studio apartment in Brooklyn.

  But then everything changed and she found herself here.

  Isabel stood for several seconds on the train station and looked about her. It was like she had traveled back in time. Narrow New York streets, hordes of tourists, the blinking lights of Times Square, millions of colorful stores… They had all been replaced by a vast emptiness, long stretches of sand everywhere she looked. The few people she did happen to see milling about the train station were all dressed in clothes that nobody in Manhattan would be caught dead wearing. Unless it was for a costume party.

  Isabel chuckled to herself, tucked in quickly-drying strands of hair behind her ears, and picked up the two massive suitcases she had packed.

  She had become a mail order bride. Even though she had answered the ad several weeks ago, she was still not quite prepared for it.

  The ad was from a horse breeder: Liam Mayer. There was no picture of him attached to the ad. The only information she had about him was that he was in his late thirties, he owned a ranch, and was raising a ten-year-old daughter named Sophie by himself.

  Isabel liked the sound of the ad solely because of how anonymous it would make her. How she could simply arrive and get lost in this small town with a population of no more than three hundred people. She didn’t know how to be a mother, but Sophie was ten years old. It wouldn’t be like she had to change diapers or sterilize feeding bottles.

  Isabel started walking in the direction of the ranch based on the directions that were sent to her by post after she answered the ad. She had been told that nobody would be there at the station to receive her. She hadn’t known what to wear because as much as she had thrived on watching Westerns when she was growing up, this was 2016. She had never been to this part of the country before and had no notion of what people actually wore in such a place.

  So she settled on wearing a thin white cotton dress to combat the heat, a pair of high leather boots, and a wide leather hat. A dress like that would not only make her comfortable, but she knew that it was also the best way to camouflage her weight. She was very conscious of it especially when she was meeting people for the first time.

  Once she had left the train station and held up the map of directions to match her surroundings, Isabel appeared to be completely alone. It was almost like a ghost town. She dragged the suitcases behind her as she approached what could only have been the High Street in the center of the town. It, too, was empty.

  Where is everybody? she thought to herself as she walked past the deserted shops. A barber's shop, a convenience store, a small bank, and two bars. Isabel turned her head to look around and found no one – at least no one was outside. The stores could have been open for business or closed, but not a soul was going to step outside in this heat. And here she was, lugging two suitcases behind her.

  It was going to be her wedding day, for heaven’s sake! And nobody had come to greet her at the station. As the heat began to slowly burn Isabel’s back and sweat started to accumulate on her forehead, she also felt a pinch of rage begin to color her cheeks. What kind of rancher was this man? This Liam Mayer who wouldn’t even come to the train station to greet his new bride? Why didn’t he even bother to send his daughter?

  Isabel had always had a certain impression of men from the South – cowboys who were strong and courageous, masculine and romantic; warriors, brave and sexy as hell. But where was her cowboy? That was partly the reason she had signed up for this deal anyway. Because she wanted to escape, but also because it would fulfill her fantasy of being taken by a muscular, rugged cowboy.

  A sudden feeling of dread gripped Isabel as she walked slowly but surely towards the Mayer Ranch. What if Liam Mayer wasn’t how she had imagined him to be? What if he wasn’t attractive at all, or if he was a coward… a lazy man? It would be worse if he wasn’t attracted to her. If she was too big for him… too fat. Just like she was too fat for New York.

  Chapter Two

  There was a sign at the gate, swinging gently in the warm breeze blowing around her. It said Mayer Ranch in big block letters. Isabel plonked her suitcases on the dirt road at her feet and shaded her eyes to look around. The ranch looked huge. And in the center of it stood a small wooden cabin. She hadn’t seen anything like it – at least not in person. She had seen plenty of them in old black and white films that her father liked to watch. It was hard to believe that something like this actually existed in real life… in today’s world.

  The gate was open, so she pushed it and dragged her suitcases through. In the distance she could see horses grazing, standing lazily in the scorching heat. But the only thing that was on Isabel’s mind was to reach the house, meet Liam Mayer, meet Sophie, and get a drink of water. The feeling of dread hadn’t left her yet. She was simultaneously nervous and curious about what she was going to find.

  She was halfway up the dirt driveway in front of the house when the front screen door of the house swung open and a little girl appeared. “Isabel!” The girl shrieked, catching her off guard. She came bouncing down the steps and towards her.

  Isabel couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the little girl. It was a relief to see this girl so happy and seemingly normal. It isn’t going to be scary after all, she assured herself.

  Sophie looked small and delicate for her age. She had bright blue eyes and her shiny blonde hair was tied in thin pigtails on either side of her head. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, a flowery peasant top, and boots on her feet.

  “You must be Sophie.” Isabel greeted her with a wide smile and dropped the bags on her side.

  “I’m so happy you’re here,” Sophie shrieked again in a joyous thrill. She wrapped her small wiry arms around Isabel’s legs.

  This was more than the greeting Isabel had expected. Sophie was lovely and friendly. She patted her head and looked down at her with a smile, trying to ignore her own rapidly beating heart at the same time. Sophie was far from a disappointment, but she still hadn’t met her husband to be.

  “Sophie?” She heard a loud gruff voice sound from inside the house, and they both looked up as the screen door opened again. “What is going on?” its owner continued as he stepped outside.

  The color from Isabel’s cheeks drained; she was frozen with fright at the sight of him. She had built up the tension of seeing him for the first time to such a high that she was gripped with fear when she saw him… even though he was more magnificent than she could have imagined him to be.

  Liam Mayer, if it was indeed him, was a man straight out of the movies. His face was long and chiseled with high cheek bones. His skin was deeply but naturally tanned, which greatly contrasted the light blue piercing eyes that matched Sophie’s exactly. His hair must have also been the same shiny blonde as Sophie’s when he was younger, but now it was a dirty yellow, darkened by the sun. It was scruffy and long, nearly reaching his shoulders, but mostly hidden by his tan cowboy hat.

  He was tall. Even from the distance, Isabel could see that he was at least a foot taller than her. His shoulders were broad and visibly muscular, even under the tight-fitting leather jacket he wore. His waist was narrow and the denim pants he had on, accentuated his muscular cowboy thighs. He stood with his thumbs hooked on his wide leather belt. He was glaring at them both, his blue eyes narrowed and his thin lips set in a straight, grim line.

  “What are you doing, Sophie?” he repeated himself, taking in his daughter’s arms around Isabel.

  Isabel gulped, his very voice was deep and hard enough to instill fear in anybody who disobeyed him. But Sophie appeared to be unfazed; she wasn’t afraid of her father.

  “This is Isabel, dad,” Sophie replied gleefully, looking up at Isabel again with a wi
de toothy grin.

  “Hello,” Isabel managed to say, aware that her cheeks were burning up. Liam Mayer wasn’t a welcoming man. He had done nothing to make her feel comfortable or welcome in her surroundings. And she was supposed to marry him!

  “Sophie?” Liam didn’t reply to Isabel but turned to his daughter again. He still hadn’t made a single move in their direction.

  “She’s come from New York, dad,” Sophie said, and Isabel’s brows crossed. How had he already forgotten? He had requested a mail-order bride, she had answered the ad, and he had sent her directions to join him. How had he not realized when he set eyes on her, that it was she, Isabel Bowes, who was now here on his ranch?

  “Please come inside Sophie.” He said then, and pushed the door open and held it. He didn’t have to tell her twice. Sophie dejectedly extracted her arms from Isabel and walked slowly back towards the house.

  Liam Mayer didn’t bother to look at Isabel or explain what was going on. In fact, he hadn’t yet said a single word to her. Sophie passed him and walked into the house. He followed her in with no explanation.

  Isabel’s mouth hung open as she stood there, bags by her side, completely at a loss of what was happening or what she should do. She knew she was offended by his behavior, but a part of her was also aware that Liam Mayer was the stuff of women’s fantasies.

  Chapter Three

  “You can come in.” Liam appeared at the door after at least fifteen minutes, just about when Isabel was certain that she was going to collapse in the sun.

  She looked up at him and reached to pick up her bags, but he had jumped off the steps of the house and rushed towards her. “Leave them be, I’ll bring them in. You go in,” he said, at her side in a few quick strides. He was suddenly standing very close to her and Isabel felt a little faint. The scent of him had overtaken her senses. He smelled of the sun, of hard labor mixed with a sweet smell of his sweat. She suddenly began to imagine him naked – all of it was too overwhelming.