“So, Amy, tell me about yourself.” He had settled back in his chair and he looked... happy. Happier than I had seen him in a while. “Derek hasn’t brought a girl home in years. There must be something special about you.”
“I can’t say there is,” she said, smiling. “I’m a graduate student at CBS, starting my senior year in the fall. I’m from upstate New York, but I moved to the city for school. I have a dog. Umm…that about sums it up. I wish I had more to say.”
“Oh, come on. Give an old man more than that.” My father looked between us. “How did you two meet?”
Amy hesitated for a moment. “It’s not that interesting of a story, really. Last year, Derek visited one of my classes to give a talk about the stock market. I had a few questions afterward, but he had to run, so he invited me to have lunch with him the next day. I accepted, and we ended up talking about basically everything but stocks. We just hit it off.”
“I didn’t know you were speaking at colleges, Derek.” My father turned to me, and immediately his kind tone faded, replaced by one of criticism. I was used to it.
“Occasionally,” I said. “One of the professors is an acquaintance of mine. She wanted me to come speak to her students about my work at Rittsman Enterprises.”
“I could imagine better uses of your time,” my father commented. “Time is money, after all.”
Before I could snap back in response, Amy jumped in. “I’m really happy that Derek came in that day. I learned way more about investing from him than from any of my other teachers. His story of your family’s success really inspired me to continue my career. But more importantly, if he hadn’t helped out his friend, we never would have met.” She took my hand, positively glowing with affection. “And that would have been a tragedy.”
Jesus Christ, she’s a good actress. For a moment, she had convinced me that we were long-term lovers brought together by fate. Even my father was smiling at her, nodding along. I don’t think he doubted her in the slightest.
It seemed as if Amy was charming the both of us.
The door opened, and the butler, who must have been a new hire, came in with a tray of food. He placed each of our plates before us, and removed the heat covers. Steak and potatoes, my father’s favorite. Amy made a tiny sound of excitement that made me laugh to myself.
“And when did you start dating?” My father asked, cutting into the huge piece of meat on his plate. Sick or not, the man had an appetite, especially for luxury.
“About a year ago,” Amy said. “Almost immediately after we met. He had to work a lot, of course, but he’d call me whenever he had some spare time. We’d go to dinner, the movies, the beach, everything. I just… I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to be spending time with him.”
My father shrugged, “Ah, all we men with money look for is a pretty face. Which—if you don’t mind me saying—you’re very attractive. That’s really all it takes.”
“Father!” I dropped my silverware, anger bristling through me. “That’s a very rude thing to say.”
Amy placed her hand on my knee under the table, calming me a bit.
“No, you misunderstand,” Amy said, her voice light. “I wasn’t saying that I was lucky to be dating someone rich. I couldn’t care less if Derek has money or not. What I mean is, I don’t know what I did to deserve being loved by someone so kind-hearted and funny, someone who makes me laugh every day. I don’t love Derek for his wealth, I love him for how he makes me feel. And I am confident in saying that he doesn’t love me for my looks, either. There are plenty of women prettier than me. What we share goes much deeper than that.”
I had never seen anyone shut my father up, but that did it. For the first time I could recall, he looked ashamed, embarrassed even. He took a drink of his wine, set it down, and sighed.
“I apologize if I was too frank,” Amy said. “I just wanted to make my intentions very clear. I don’t want you to believe something false, Mr. Rittsman.”
My father looked at her with a peculiar expression.
“Call me Walter.”
Chapter 7
Amy
I had wandered into a world of affluence and luxury that I never would have imagined. A mixture of emotions—awe, appreciation, and skepticism—flooded through me. I felt horribly out of place, and worried that at any moment I might say or do something wrong, and send the whole charade crashing down.
But, as it turned out, I was holding my own.
Walter Rittsman, Derek’s father, was different than I expected. I could sense how critical he was of Derek, and how defensive Derek was in response. I wasn’t blind. But I felt like there was something else, something deeper and personal, that I probably shouldn’t probe into.
Besides, Walter seemed to like me. And honestly, I was beginning to like him, too. He was a grumpy old man, but there was something charming and wry about him. I had a suspicion that he, perhaps, was happy to have some company in this big, empty mansion of his. Like father, like son.
Maybe, I thought sternly to myself, you should mind your own business. You’re here to… what exactly are you here to do?
I thought for a moment. To help out Derek. Because he’s nice. And you like him. But that’s all.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” Derek said, standing up. “I have to make a call. Work related. It’s getting late.” He gave me a short, but telling, look. It was my time to shine.
“Right. I’ll be up in a few minutes. This cake is to die for.” For emphasis, I took a huge bite of the half-eaten chocolate cake in front of me.
“Alright. Don’t let my father keep you up too late.” Derek leaned down and kissed my cheek, wished his father goodnight, and exited the room.
And then it was just me and Walter Rittsman.
I began to get nervous again. This could end badly for me. Tricking an old man? Not exactly moral, but there were worse things. Flat-out lying to a billionaire, about something this serious? There could be legal ramifications. I should have figured that out first.
“Can I talk to you about something?” I asked, my voice suddenly meek. I glanced up at him.
Walter smiled at me. “Of course, my dear. Is it about Derek? I know he can be, at best, stubborn as an ox, but at heart he’s—”
“I’m pregnant,” I said. My voice echoed in the hall, making me cringe. Too late to turn back now.
Walter froze, staring at me. Finally, he managed to stutter out a response.
“What? You’re… with… with his?”
I nodded, unable to look him in the eyes.
For a moment, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why wasn’t I informed of this sooner? How long have you known?”
“A few weeks,” I said quickly. “But Derek doesn’t know. I haven’t told him.”
Walter relaxed, a grin returning to his face. “No?”
I shook my head. “No. We weren’t planning on this, and I’m worried… I love what we have now. I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want him to think—”
Placing a wrinkled, delicate hand on mine, Walter comforted me. “I understand. I’m glad you told me, Amy. This is a blessing. I never thought I would live long enough to hear such news.”
He looked genuinely overjoyed, and tears were gathering in his eyes. I felt my heart sinking.
On the one hand, I was making a dying old man happy. On the other, I was lying to him. That sort of betrayal, if discovered, would crush him.
“Thank you,” I said, managing a tight smile. “I just wanted to meet you, wanted to tell you, before… I’m scared, Walter. I really like Derek, and this is a huge curveball.”
“It’ll be alright, dear.” He patted my hand. “I believe that Derek is going to be thrilled. I can tell he likes you a lot. I’ve never suspected him to be much of a family man, but he would be an idiot to lose you. And no son of mine is an idiot.”
I nodded. “You’re right. Maybe I’m overthinking it. I’ll tell him soon.”
“Good, good. And Amy, yo
u are welcome in my home any time. I look forward to getting to know you. More cake?”
I had to say yes.
* * *
When I finally made it back up to Derek’s bedroom, I was so stuffed I could barely walk. I opened the door and found him reclined on the bed, undressed and reading something on his phone.
“So,” he said smoothly. “How did things go?”
“I told him,” I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. Derek moved behind me. “He was really, really happy.”
“He believed it?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you alright, Amy?” He placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently. “You seem upset.”
“I just… this is big, Derek. I don’t like lying. And no, I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything. I wanted to do this for you, I still do. And your father was so nice, and so overjoyed. But I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing.”
“I understand,” Derek said. “I feel the same way. I fought with myself over this all last week, wondering if it was wrong.”
“And what conclusion did you come to?”
“None, really,” Derek admitted. “But I believe that the ends justify the means. I have watched my father suffer and struggle through life, a hard-working man, and if this is the only thing that will help him die with ease, then I feel like it is my duty, as his son, to do whatever it takes.”
“But if he finds out—”
“He won’t,” Derek sounded so resolute, so sure. “He likes you a lot, I can tell. He wants it to be true, so it will be, in his eyes. I think he’s too stubborn to admit that he could be tricked, anyway.”
I leaned back onto his chest, trying to forget my guilt and worry. I was probably being over-cautious and anxious, which was usual for me.
Derek’s hands slid from my shoulders around me, holding me gently. He rested his chin on the top of my head.
This is just for a week, I told myself, as my heart began to race. You can’t let yourself get too attached to him. You’re just helping him out. But the way we were sitting together seemed so intimate, so affectionate. Friends-with-benefits. If that.
More like acquaintances.
Boss and employee.
As I was getting wound up in my thoughts, his hands started to move again. Slowly, they crept down my shoulders, over my breasts and belly, then began rubbing my thighs lightly. His fingers parted my legs, moved up my dress, and started stroking over my wet panties. I closed my eyes, immediately swept up by pleasure.
Derek traced tender kisses down the nape of my neck. One finger pushed aside my panties, gently circling my clit, but not touching. God, he was going to tease me until I couldn’t take it.
Or maybe it was my turn.
I twisted around, surprising him by crashing my lips into his. I adjusted how I was sitting so that I faced him, perched on his lap. His grip moved to my hips. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, requesting entrance that he happily granted. Our tongues danced, hungry for each other’s taste.
Instinctively, I started to gyrate my hips on top of him. I could feel his massive bulge through his boxers, rubbing on my clit. He groaned, tugging harder at my hips, creating a steady rhythm. I could feel my underwear dampening as my arousal grew.
Derek began to undress me. He effortlessly pulled the yellow sundress over my head, and unclipped my bra. As soon as my breasts were exposed, his mouth found my hard nipples waiting for him. I exhaled sharply as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. He nipped at it, followed by soothing kisses and gentle sucking.
Continuing to grind against him, I tugged hard on his hair so that his mouth was pressed firmly against me. He groaned again. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the hair-pulling, or my new-found control. Either way, the sounds that he was making only served to turn me on more.
I shoved him hard onto the bed, staying on top of him. I kissed his mouth again, hard, his stubble chafing against my skin. His hands were massaging my breasts, squeezing them, while his thumbs continued toying with my nipples.
I rolled my hips faster, arching my back. Every time I rubbed against him, another jolt of gratification buried into me. Derek was skillfully following my lead, bucking up with me.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “I won’t be able to control myself if you carry on like this, beautiful. I need to be inside you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Shh,” I pulled lightly on his lower lip with my teeth. “When I say so.”
I tried to continue grinding against him, but his hands had latched onto my hips tightly, not allowing me to move. I raised my eyebrows.
“That’s not fair,” I whined, trying again to move, but he wasn’t letting me budge. I longed to keep rubbing against him.
In one smooth, quick motion, he picked me up off him and rolled on top me, pinning me down before I knew what was happening.
“Neither is you teasing me,” he said, a wry, devilish grin spreading across his mouth.
He kissed me again, relentlessly, until I was gasping for breath and dizzy with desire. While I was struggling to catch my breath, he removed his boxers and my panties.
“Fuck me,” I begged. But his eyes had filled with mischief.
When I was expecting the satisfaction of his cock, he slid two fingers into me, thrusting them so slowly that it was practically agonizing. I gasped as he stroked my inner walls, rubbing my g-spot.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I said, but I wasn’t really complaining. It was like we were playing a game—who could tease who for longer, who would give up first. So far, I wasn’t very good. Every part of me had a single desire, to be filled with him.
In an attempt to get what I wanted, I reached for his cock. I took his rock-hard length in one hand, stroking the tip lightly, spreading his precum with my fingertips. This caused Derek to gasp and pause, my initiative catching him by surprise. Trying to take advantage of this, my other hand pulled at his hips, and I guided the tip of his cock to my slit, moaning as it pushed into me.
Not fast enough. Smirking, Derek pulled away and grabbed my wrists. He pinned them both above my head with one hand, his other one returning to the business of penetrating my core.
“And you’re so impatient,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me and rubbing my clit hard. Caught off guard by the sudden intensity, I bucked against him, moaning.
“Harder,” was all I could manage to say, and he complied.
Fuck. How did he know how to drive me so completely crazy? I was consumed by lust, wholly obsessed by him. When he put his hands on me, nothing, absolutely nothing, else in the world even came close to existing. Everything he did, every hot breath against my skin, every quiet groan, every twitch of his fingers, sent me closer to the edge.
“I want you to cum for me, beautiful” he said, his voice low, practically a growl. His fingers never stopped moving, centered on the bundle of nerves. “Cum on my hand, baby.”
His husky command was the final push that sent me over the edge, pleasure cascading through me. I came hard, losing control of the way my body clenched and convulsed as the orgasm rolled over me. Derek didn’t slow, until it became almost unbearable, until I was everything but screaming.
Finally, he ceased. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Derek looked over his good work with a satisfied expression, giving me a few moments of rest to prepare myself for what I had been begging for.
I felt his cock pressing against my swollen slit. My hands, now free, wrapped around him, pulling him into me. This time, he didn’t stop me.
As Derek entered me, I watched his eyes glazing over as his length was consumed by my tight pussy. He took his time, so that I felt every inch of him filling me up, causing me to tremble as he stretched me.
“You’re so fucking big, baby,” I murmured. My hands were in his hair again. I tugged, bringing his lips to mine so I could kiss him as he started to fuck me.
He sped up quickly. I could sense how badly he wanted me,
how it had taken all of his self-control to wait this long. He let out a ragged breath every time he thrust hard into me, growing faster with every stroke. I arched under him, desperate for him to be inside me.
Desperate for him to cum inside me.
My hands traveled up and down his back, soaking in the heat of his skin. I bucked up every time I met his hips, my clit grinding against his skin. The hot pressure began to build again within me, centered at my core and spreading all throughout my body.
“God, you’re perfect.”
He kept fucking me, kept kissing me, kept flooding me with pleasure. There was no escaping this unexplainable grip he had on my body and mind.
“I… I’m going to cum again,” I stammered, somewhat surprised. But that quivering, frantic sensation inside me was unmistakable.
“Cum with me…” he said. “Cum—”
He didn’t finish the thought, as both of us orgasmed simultaneously. He thrust as deeply as he could, gasping with every jet of cum that left him. I convulsed around his cock, the pleasure running through me in waves, even harder than before. It was several long, breathless, blinding moments before the orgasm began to melt away, and my body relaxed.
Derek kissed me gently, a few small, nibbling kisses, before he rolled off me. He disappeared into the bathroom, and I, barely capable of movement, gingerly crawled under the blanket. After cumming twice in such a short period of time, I was completely exhausted.
My eyes fell shut, and I didn’t open them, even when I heard the bathroom door open.
The light turned off, and I felt the bed shift as Derek crawled in. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest, a content sigh escaping his lips. I had never felt more safe.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie,” he said.
His words, the tone of his voice, the way he said it all combined to instantly excite me.
“What do you mean, Derek?”
“You’re my diamond, aren’t you?”
“You know I am, baby.”
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