Wicked Lil' Brat: A Secret Baby Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "There's no conclusions to jump to, Mason," I tell him, surprising myself with how calm and cool I sound. "I think I have a pretty fair idea what you two were up to."

  Mason sighs. "We didn't fuck, if that's what you mean."

  Maybe he sees me wince as he says the word fuck. I'm imagining my mother claiming him. My Mason being conquered by Mom. Taken away from me.

  Maybe because I start trembling.

  "Hey," Mason says and I'm about to respond but the fact that I'm about to lose this man to someone as vile and deceitful and conniving as my mother is enough to make my knees tremble.

  The next thing I know, Mason has his arms wrapped around me and he's holding me from falling.

  My knees have given way and had Mason not held me, I would have crumpled to the floor.

  But holding me up is seriously about as much effort on Mason's part as maybe opening a door.

  With ease and almost no exertion, he picks me up and starts walking to his bedroom.

  "What's the matter with you today, babe?" he asks, his eyes finding mine as he walks into the bedroom.

  I shake my head.

  I mean, you're probably even rolling your eyes at me right now, aren't you. You're used to getting to know strong, confident, sexually mature women whenever you sit down with Alexis.

  Why am I acting like this? I mean, you remember when I first met Mason? That was me. I was strong. Confident. An independent and sexual woman who wasn't afraid to go after what I wanted.

  But now, it seems that I've turned into this 21-year-old hapless little damsel in distress, doesn't it?

  If you only knew what I went through that brings these memories back. If you only knew the things--

  "Babe," Mason says as he puts me on his bed, taking off his shoes and getting in next to me. "Tell me what the fuck is going on. Is this because of Lorna?"

  I mean, it is and it isn't.

  "There's nothing going on with me and her," he says through clenched teeth. "I know it looks bad, considering the fact that she is legally married to me."

  I close my eyes, trying to will the thought away. The fact that Mom is married to him makes it feel like daggers being thrown at my face.

  Mason sees this and he immediately runs his hand down my cheek.

  "Hey, babe," he says, his voice soft. "Look at me."

  It takes me a moment, but eventually I open my eyes and look at him.

  "I will never, ever touch that woman," he tells me, his eyes piercing into mine. "I will never be with her. Never have an intimate moment with her. I swear. You will never have to worry about that. The marriage wasn't even a ceremony … just paperwork. It's not even worth talking about."

  Maybe it's the intensity by which he says it, or maybe it's how he's looking at me, but I believe him.

  I do. I swear. I may not know all of what's going on, but I know at least that he's telling me the truth.

  Please, don't worry about me, okay? Instead, just help me figure out what's going on with Mason.

  "Why are you guys even married in the first place?" I ask him, my eyes flashing curiosity as he smiles. "I mean, what the fuck?"

  He shrugs. "I'm still trying to figure out what she can get from me," Mason says to me, as his hands run idly down the curves of my body. "All I know is that I need to be careful. She's been after my company for a long time."

  "Kane Price?" I ask. He nods.

  "She's had her eye on it since before I went public," he says to me. "She had her fucking eye on it even while her dad was alive. She'll do anything to get it."

  "She'll do anything to get what she wants," I say, and almost instinctively I scooch closer on the bed next to him. I wrap my arms around him. "Don't let her get you, please."

  Mason wraps his arms around me.

  "What did she ever do to you?" he asks, genuinely concerned. I mean, come on. The way I'm acting would concern anyone.

  "There's too much hurt and too much pain with her, Mason," I tell him, nestling my face into his chest. "She's taken too much."

  There's a pause from Mason as he kisses the top of my head.

  "Has she ever taken someone you loved?" he asks me.

  I draw my head back and look him in the eye.

  I'm astonished, you know?

  It's like this guy is so attuned to how I think. He knows me on a deeper level.

  I mean, I didn't even tell you some of the things that Mom has done to me. But he seems to know just by holding me.

  "Never anyone I loved," I tell him, speaking softly. "She never gave me a chance to fall in love."

  Mason's quiet as I think back to the litany of relationships that Mom has reveled in ruining for me.

  "My senior year in high school, on the night I thought was going to be magical, I walked in on her giving my prom date a blowjob on my bed," I recount, my eyes glazing over. "When I walked in she just looked at me and told me she was busy and would I mind waiting in the living room."

  Mason is silent, holding me as I think back to my interactions with Mom.

  "She's broken up every relationship I've ever had," I say to him. "I never brought a guy home from college because she'd seduce them. I knew. So instead, she would visit me at school."

  I think back to those days, still relatively recent. Mom showing up in my dorm with a short skirt and tight blouse. Enticing all the guys. Ruining them for me.

  "She knows exactly how I feel about it," I tell Mason. "I've told her before. But she doesn't care. She does it to hurt me. Because she sees my Dad in me. She keeps me around and hurts me to get back at him."

  I would continue, but Mason pulls me closer.

  "She'll never hurt you again, baby girl,” he tells me, kissing my forehead. "Not while I'm here with you."

  You remember how I told you I believed Mason when he told me he'd never touch Mom again?

  Well, I believe him now too.

  Especially when he brings his mouth closer to my face and kisses my forehead then pulls back to look at me.

  "I promise you," are his only words.

  At some point, I'm going to have to start trusting him, aren't I?

  It would be weird if I didn't.

  Because I'm already starting to fall in love with him, you know?

  We lie there a long time, quietly, until eventually I fall asleep in his arms.

  13

  MarketWatch Journal Flash Update

  In an unexpected twist to the drama already surrounding Wall Street bad boy Mason Kane, inside sources claim that he is now the subject of an internal power struggle that may lead to a vote of no confidence at the next shareholder meeting.

  According to sources who requested anonymity because they are close to the situation, Mason Kane has repeatedly disregarded potentially lucrative investment advice that would have significantly added to the revenues of Kane Price.

  While no set vote of no confidence has been scheduled yet, it's enough to have spooked both investors and clients. Kane Price stock tumbled 10% on the news as rumors spread that the Firm's clients were pulling their money out. As yet, no high-profile names have announced any withdrawals or liquidations from the bank, but many are worried that further bad publicity will prompt them to do so.

  Kane Price has been in the news quite a few times recently, first with the antics of Mason Kane, who was caught in a compromising sexual position with a television reporter during the time of broadcast, that sparked outrage among moral conservatives, and then more recently as Mason Kane announced a whirlwind engagement and marriage to noted shareholder activist Lorna Lowell.

  Many have speculated that Mr. Kane, who styles himself the King of Wall Street, has married Lorna in an effort to repair his tarnished image. However those people also point out that at the same time as marrying Lorna, he has elevated her to a position of great confidence—that of Chief Investment Counsel for the entire Kane Price firm.

  In her role, it is the now Mrs. Lorna Kane who is advising on special investments designed to increase th
e Firm's bottom line. These investments are generally of an experimental nature and may or may not fall outside of the Firm's traditional portfolio of products. However the revenue they generate may be used to entice clients to increase their buy-in into other products and instruments.

  Mr. Kane had set an ambitious agenda at the beginning of the year in which he planned to unveil newer and more revolutionary financial products. Many speculate that his tarnished reputation may have led Mason Kane to marry Lorna Lowell in a bid to bring an air of credibility and legitimacy to his position at the company and prevent a flight of capital from the traditionally button down clientele of Wall Street.

  In the past, Mason Kane has lived a lavish lifestyle and has been called at times the Bad Boy of Wall Street, or the King of Wall Street. He has been romantically linked to a revolving door of actresses, pornographic film stars, models, pop singers, heiresses, as well as a bevy of other women, almost all of them young. Many hail him as the standard bearer of male chauvinism in an era of political correctness.

  But with his increasingly hostile stance with his corporate officers, including but not limited to his recently married wife, many believe that Kane Price is headed toward a reckoning that will either settle this question once and for all or destroy the Firm in an implosion unseen since the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers.

  Only time will tell.

  14

  Becca

  There has to be something here! I can tell there's something here underneath the surface.

  This company is trying to hide something. You know that feeling you get when you can tell that something isn't right about a person or place, but you just can't spot it or put your finger on it?

  Well, that's how I feel about Red Lion Aviation.

  There just seems to be something that doesn't add up.

  I mean, if Mason hadn't told me on his own like he did earlier, then I would have been researching them anyways. Half the company is making the case for Red Lion. The other half is making the case against them.

  It's like Kane Price is fighting a civil war within its walls. On one side are people who are listening to Lorna, thinking they should go in and invest in the company for a very substantial stake.

  On the other hand are people like Mason who are getting their sixth sense tingling when they see the reports on this company.

  Don't get me wrong. There's nothing overtly wrong with them. On paper they seem to have solid fundamentals. They are turning a slight profit every quarter. They seem to be expanding. They don't have any major safety issues … recently, anyways.

  But they just seem too....manufactured. Too shiny. As if there is a rottenness hiding inside.

  Here is what I know so far, in case you wanted to Google them.

  Red Lion Aviation is headquartered in Malaysia. They trade on the New York, Frankfurt, London, and NASDAQ stock exchanges.

  They were founded ten years ago by an Indonesian oil tycoon and were based in Jakarta, Indonesia before moving their operations over to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

  They run flights between Sydney, Singapore, Bangkok, Jakarta, Bali, KL, and other cities in Southeast Asia.

  An investment the size that Mom is talking about would significantly increase their reach and they would start offering flights into the lucrative US market.

  Something like this would increase their revenues and profits maybe by about a thousand times, I think.

  Just to put that into perspective, if you have a one billion dollar investment in this company, imagine multiplying that by a thousand.

  That's right. If Mom is right, this investment could net Kane Price a cool one trillion dollars.

  It's just incomprehensible this amount of money.

  No wonder so many people in the Firm are making such a big deal about it.

  But if something were to go wrong…

  I'm shuddering at the implications at a one billion dollar bet that goes south.

  Mason would get most of the blame. They'd probably have to eliminate several departments and have years of belt tightening. No salary increases. No bonuses. Cutbacks on benefits.

  Investors would jump out of a lot of the Kane Price products. They'd think that the Firm was just poorly run, which means that the fund managers would have to sell positions and maybe even take losses. Which would be a death spiral as more and more people pull their money out.

  You know what's ironic?

  If Mason does this investment and takes Mom's advice, and it goes bad, then basically people are going to say that he doesn't have the right judgment to lead the Firm and they're going to try and expel him.

  But if he doesn't do this investment, they're going to say the same thing.

  I know what you're thinking, hun. You're not saying it, but I know you're wondering about it.

  Why am I still around him, right?

  I mean, even if you didn't think it, it probably crossed your mind at some point or another.

  I mean, I'm smart. People tell me I'm pretty, but it's hard to tell some mornings, you know?

  I'm funny, I hope.

  What I'm trying to say is I could be a catch, I think.

  I could make a guy happy.

  So why am I hanging around a guy that's 16 years older than me, and technically married to my Mom? Why am I putting myself in the middle of a corporate boardroom fight that's involving billions of dollars and a global financial services giant? Why am I standing so close to a man that loves to play with fire?

  It can't just be his cock, can it? It can't be the way he fucks me.

  I mean, sure I like sex. I'm no virgin. I had a pretty active sex life in college. I had one even before I met Mason.

  I don't apologize for that. If you're shaking your head or whatever, I mean, you can put the book down I guess.

  Sex is supposed to be fun and supposed to be enjoyable. It's not supposed to be something you feel ashamed about. Or judged about. Or embarrassed about.

  Sorry, hun, I'm not getting preachy or anything.

  I guess I'm trying to tell myself it's okay that I'm technically fucking my stepdad.

  There. I said it.

  I might have said it before, but I'm saying it again.

  I'm having sex with my stepdad. Hot, dirty, mind-altering, life-changing, dirty, filthy, nasty fucking with my stepdad. My stepfather. While he's married on paper to my mother.

  God, I am so turned on right now.

  I mean, it's hard not to let the situation turn you on.

  Especially when the only thing competing for my attention are these dry facts and figures on a spreadsheet about Red Lion Aviation.

  I pulled their mandatory required employee filings that they had to file with the Securities and Exchange Commission in order to be listed on the New York Stock Exchange.

  I don't know why, okay?

  I guess I'm just looking for something.

  Anything.

  But wow, it's so hard to focus when my brain's attention is split between Red Lion Aviation employee records and thinking about Mason's 12-inch, veiny, thick cock.

  I mean, that thing is massive. I can't believe how good it feels when it gets hard in my hand and I'm serious when I tell you that when I see it I have this urge that's almost uncontrollable to put it in my mouth.

  Like the warmth of the tip as I wrap my lips around it and feel it on the corners of my mouth is just amazing. And when he puts it inside of me...yeah, I'm pretty wet right now.

  I glance at the clock on my computer. It's actually pretty late and a lot of the office has gone home for the night.

  It might not be that dangerous to just pop into the restroom, go into a stall, and work this tension out.

  Have a quick orgasm, calm down, focus on this and get it done. So then I can head home and maybe even call Mason to come over and fuck me for real.

  I think that might be a good...

  Wait.

  Do you see that?

  Right, you can't see my screen from where you are.
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br />   But, I think I just discovered something that might be the key. I look at my computer really quickly and then take a screenshot from the keyboard and mail the picture to my work email.

  Five seconds later my tablet chimes, telling me that I have a new email.

  Taking the tablet, I get up and start walking.

  I get to the elevator and head to the 5th floor where Mason's office is.

  Yeah, I work on the 18th floor. The executives all sit on the lower floors.

  Oh right, that's something that doesn't make sense right? Let me explain it to you. It takes a bit to walk from the elevators as the doors open to get to Mason's office anyways.

  See, it's really pretty simple. Back in the day, the more senior you were, the higher up in the building you sat. Better views. Less accessible to the common workers. All that old guard Wall Street stuff.

  Then 9/11 happened. And all of a sudden you had executives making $150 million a year who were jumping from the 102nd floor while you had the lowly interns and mailroom clerks running to safety from the ground floor.

  So Wall Street changed. Today, the closer you are to the ground is the higher up in the food chain you are. So you have the Board of Directors who have their offices on the 5th through 10th floors.

  And then you have the Finance and Human Resources people sitting on the 60th floor, admiring the views.

  Because Wall Street views them as more expendable than the executives.

  It sucks, huh? Everything about this industry is based on how much value you have.

  I mean, look at Mason's office.

  He's got a bathroom and a shower in here I notice as I walk in. I make sure to close the door behind me. This conversation is not for public consumption.

  He looks up at me.

  "The door was open," I say, all of a sudden a bit nervous. Just because we have sex in private doesn't mean I should parade myself around in public like this. What if he was in a meeting?

  But he seems genuinely interested to see me.