ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  “Holy water, baby.” He giggled.

  “No, seriously.”

  “Grey Goose.” He picked up the bottle looking at it. I was helplessly confused. I vowed, at that moment, to get out more before I went to college, where I would be exposed to this sort of thing on a regular basis.

  “And what’s that? I know for a fact there’s no actual bird in this cup.”

  “You know for someone who is so book smart, you don’t know much about the real world, do you?” He teased me and I pouted. “I’m just kidding, love. You are the smartest girl I know.” He kissed the top of my head. How was I supposed to stay mad?

  “So what is it?”

  “Vodka, dear.”

  “Isn’t that strong?”

  “Mhm.” Mason grinned before downing his shot. I was amazed. I wondered if I was capable of doing the same thing. I tried it, putting the cup to my lips and tilting my head back. I felt the liquid touch my lips. It tingled for a bit before hitting the back of my throat and then it started to burn. I tried to spit it out quickly.

  “Eww… what the hell was that… it was awful! Mason!” I yelled at him, hitting his chest. How could he give me something like that? How had he even downed the shot without incident? I looked up at him and he chuckled.

  “Sorry babe, vodka isn’t for everyone.” He grabbed another cup and I was honestly amazed. I didn’t know how he was doing it. He looked around and grabbed a colorful looking drink in a glass bottle. He handed it to me. “Here. This is a wine cooler. It’s not as strong and tastes a little better.”

  I looked at the label and it said ‘pink lemonade.’ I thought it was worth a shot since I loved lemonade. I took a sip and smiled. “Yeah, this is much better.” I kept sipping on the wine cooler, making it last as I watched Mason down yet another shot. I had no idea what Mason’s tolerance was, but I had a feeling that Mason was about to get very drunk, very fast. I had no idea what he was like when he was drunk and that scared me a bit.

  I looked at him and said, “Hey, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He shook his head and giggled before letting out a little hiccup. He wrapped his arms around my waist before pulling me close to his body. He suddenly leaned down and sloppily kissed me.

  “You are so pretty, bebe!’ He giggled again, hiccupping once more. His speech was a little slurred at this point and I knew he was starting to get drunk. At that moment, I could feel his hand reaching for my breast, groping it, in the middle of the kitchen. I didn’t like public displays of affection and he knew it. He knew how much I hated inappropriate things like breast groping in public. I got mad.

  “Stop that.” I nearly growled and he chuckled at me.

  “C’mon loooosen up bebe! We are at a party!” He held his shot high in the air and then everyone around us started to cheer. He took a round of shots with some of the guys in the kitchen and I got angry. How could he act so crudely toward me? Wasn’t I his girlfriend of four years? Didn’t he know me better than that? I couldn’t believe him. If this was how he acted when he was drunk, I never wanted it to happen again.

  At this point, I watched him move into the living room. I stayed in the kitchen, the only place that was vaguely empty. I just wanted to be alone at this point. I wanted to go home, but I knew that Mason was in no condition to go home yet. I would just have to wait things out. I sat on one of the kitchen bar stools with my wine cooler in hand. I could feel myself becoming a little tipsy, but I knew I was nowhere near Mason’s drunken state.

  As I sat in the kitchen, by myself, I could hear a commotion coming from the living room. The music was loud, but this was even louder. It sounded like people were cheering. All of a sudden I could hear the drunken chants of someone’s name. ‘Mason! Mason! Mason!’ I sighed loudly. Prom night was supposed to be a magical night, but while I sat there alone in the kitchen all I could think about was how much of a lie that was.

  Eventually, my neighbor, Keith, found me in the kitchen. He walked over to me. To my surprise, I didn’t think he was drunk. He just seemed like the same old Keith from across the street, always mellow, always calm.

  “Hey Addison, what are you doing here? This is a scene I expect to see your sister, not you.” Keith had always been able to tell my sister and me apart easily. I had no idea how he did it, but he was even better than Mason at telling us apart.

  “Oh… well… Avery convinced me to come and Mason wanted to come too.” I could tell my voice was low and hollow. I sounded depressed, but I didn’t care. I was miserable. I just wanted to go home.

  “Yeah… he’s quite the party animal, apparently. At least, from what I’ve seen. I didn’t know he had this side to him, but apparently he does.” Keith sat next to me now. He wasn’t the most handsome of guys, but he was sweet. He was wise for his age, even though he was only a few years older than me. He always seemed like an old man.

  “Yeah… me neither. So, how come you aren’t drunk like every else, Keith?” I asked, curiously. It seemed like everyone besides myself was smashingly drunk.

  “Drinking isn’t really my thing. I get horrible hangovers and it isn’t worth it to me. I prefer to smoke.” He said with a soft grin on his face.

  “Cigarettes?” I asked curiously.

  “Weed.” He answered, plainly. That explained a lot. It explained why he was always so calm and mellow and that if he wasn’t, he had the munchies. I nodded at him, in understanding, and he smiled.

  “You want some? You seem a little tense.” I shook my head. I was the good girl, remember? I couldn’t do drugs.

  “No thanks. I think I should find Mason and head home. It’s way past my bedtime.” Keith chuckled at my statement.

  “What are you, eighteen? Why do you still have a bedtime?” He teased me lightly.

  “Because sleep is good for you! It keeps you healthy, you know.” I smiled at him, hoping he would take my advice. He nodded, watching me go.

  I decided to check the living room first since that was where I had heard the chanting. I had no idea what I would find in there. I tried to prepare myself for the worst but prayed for the best. I walked in, and to my surprise, everyone was just dancing. It was like a mosh pit. Everyone was grinding on each other. Some people were two steps away from having sex on the couch.

  I grimaced and scanned the scene for Mason. I had expected to find him the center of attention, but he was nowhere to be found. I even tried braving the sea of people, but I was only pushed and groped. I didn’t find him, all I did find was his keys on the coffee table. At least he hadn’t left.

  I left the living room and kept looking for him. I couldn’t find him anywhere. Eventually, I started asking around for him. No one seemed to know where he was. I was getting worried. What if something had happened to him? I asked more people, when finally someone seemed to know the answer.

  “Oh Mason? The cutie is upstairs with you!” The drunk girl giggled before stumbling away. I watched her as she nearly fell over, but then some guy caught her. They started to make out. I promised myself I would never get drunk, ever.

  I turned toward the stairs, thinking about what the girl said, ‘The cutie is upstairs with you!’ How did that make any sense? It was only then that I remember I had a twin sister, a clone to anyone who was smashingly drunk. I rushed upstairs now, something in my stomach telling me there something wrong, very wrong.

  I made it upstairs, looking around. I didn’t see Mason, or my sister, for that matter. I wondered if maybe the drunk girl had been mistaken. I looked around at the closed bedroom doors. All was quiet. I didn’t think anyone was up there, not until I started to hear the moans and groans.

  I froze up instantly. I knew those moans, and I knew them well. It was Mason. I flew down the hall, toward the noises. I opened up the bedroom door quickly. It was then that my whole world came crashing down around me.

  Chapter 4

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. My worst nightmares had come to life. As I looked into the bedroom and I saw my boyfriend and my twin
sister doing the unthinkable. They were making the beast with two backs as Shakespeare liked to put it.

  I just watched them for a moment, completely shocked. Mason was going to town, thrusting away at my sister, making her moan in pleasure as he leaned down and kissed her neck. I watched as her nails dug into his back. I watched as he made love to her in exactly the same way as he had made love to me countless times before. It made everything we had ever done seem totally and utterly meaningless.

  Had all those sweat filled nights of passion meant nothing to him? How could he just fuck Avery like that? He didn’t even love her! I continued to watch, unable to look away, frozen in place, as if under some horrible spell. I could feel my heart breaking with every thrust he took like every thrust was a hammer being pounded into my chest, breaking my heart into a million little pieces.

  They were completely oblivious to me standing there at the doorway. Mason had Avery pinned to the bed, biting her neck roughly. I could hear her moan as he did. Her moans seemed loud and exaggerated as she wrapped her legs around him and begged him for more, “Mmm Mason! Fuck me! Hard! Harder!” She begged him, as her nails ran down his back.

  I watched and cringed as he responded, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you so hard baby! You won’t be able to walk straight for a week!” He hiccupped in his drunken state as he continued to pound into her. I watched in shock as he moved in and out of her making her moan in pleasure. I could hear their hips slamming into each other, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I could have sworn his balls were slapping into her that was how hard he was pounding her. The bed was shaking in its frame as Avery pulled him closer and closer to her.

  As she was getting close he leaned down and took her breast into his mouth, sucking her slowly, just like he had done to me on our first night. I could tell his tongue was teasing her nipple, making her moan, just like he had made me moan countless times before with the same move. I knew, deep down, he was sucking and teasing, occasionally leaving a light bite mark on her delicate skin, making her his. I had experienced it all before; I couldn’t believe he could do it with someone else so easily.

  As their bodies shook I knew they were getting closer. I watched as my sister attacked my boyfriend’s neck, biting him hard. He moaned softly as a hickey was made on his neck. She continued to kiss him until they rolled around and she was on top.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes as she got on top and started to ride Mason. I had never done anything like it before but Mason really seemed to like it. His eyes were stuck on her breasts that were bouncing up and down as she bounced on his throbbing dick. They were both moaning loudly and the noise was almost deafening.

  “Mmm I’m going to cum baby.” Avery whispered in his ear.

  “Mmm cum for me.” Mason responded back, pulling her down to him, kissing her passionately. I could see him bucking his hips toward her, thrusting into her even though she was riding him. He was slamming into her hard and fast. He couldn’t take it any longer and rolled them back over, picking her up and putting her in a doggy position.

  She instantly wiggled her ass at him and I bit my lip watching. Mason just smirked before plunging balls deep into her soaking pussy. I could hear from the sloshing sound that occurred after his thrust that she was soaking wet. I couldn’t look away as he slammed into her, making her body rock like a rag doll. Her tits were bouncing crazily and she was nearly screaming in pleasure at this point. Mason’s kept going and going, harder and harder.

  It was only when I heard the undeniable sound of his orgasm that I was finally able to break free from my spell. I looked at them, disgusted. How could they do this to me? I couldn’t even yell at them, I couldn’t. I just slammed the door shut. I could already feel the tears running down my cheeks as I ran down the stairs. All I wanted to do was go home.

  Never in my life would I have thought that something like this would happen. My life had been perfect. I had the perfect boyfriend. Why would he do this to me? I didn’t get it. Was it the alcohol? I didn’t know, but my heart was broken alcohol or not. I was crushed and broken. I didn’t know what to do. I was rushing to the front door as quick as I could, clutching Mason’s car keys in my hands. I would drive home. I had no idea where I was, but somehow I would drive home.

  I was crying hard when I suddenly bumped into someone. I looked up to see Keith. He had his arms around me, keeping me upright. If it wasn’t for his arms I would have fallen down. He could see the tears in my eyes and frowned.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “N… nothing…” My voice cracked as I tried to choke back my sobs. Keith didn’t believe me. He knew, probably from my bad acting, that something was wrong.

  “C’mon Addison, what happened? Did someone do something to you? Did someone hurt you?” I looked at him, my eyes begging for him to drop the topic. He could tell something was wrong when I started to shake. He sighed, before picking me up bridal style. I wanted to protest, to tell him to put me down, but at the same time I no longer had fight left inside of me.

  He carried me outside to his car. He sat me down in the passenger seat, before walking over to the driver’s seat. He turned and looked at me.

  “C’mon Addison, tell me what’s wrong.” It was then that everything really hit me. It felt like a train had slammed into my face, tearing me in half. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, but there was a part of me that knew that this was just a horrible reality. I couldn’t believe it. How could they do this to me? I had been nothing but good to them. I felt so betrayed.

  Keith, seeing me a sobbing mess just leaned over and held me for a long time. He gave me as long as I needed to compose myself. I was grateful for his friendship at that moment. I was glad that at least one person at the party wasn’t drinking. I cried into his chest for a long time, losing track of time. Finally, I managed the courage to choke out the words that needed to be said.

  “Mason… Avery… they… they… had sex in one of the bedrooms.”

  Chapter 5

  After I spoke those words I felt like there was a weight being lifted off my shoulders, but I still had an overwhelming need to cry. I could tell that Keith felt sorry for me, but still he didn’t say a word. He probably didn’t know what to say. What did you say in a moment like that? There was nothing in the world he could have said that would have made me feel better. My whole world was crashing down around me. All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never come out again.

  “Let me get you home.” He finally said after starting his car.

  “Tha… Thank you.” I was grateful. I just wanted to get away from the party. I never wanted to see Madison’s house ever again. I never wanted to see Mason or my sister. My depression was turning to anger, but I didn’t know which emotion was better. As Keith drove me home I just became angrier at them.

  How could they do this to me? Were they that heartless? Had I dated a monster for four years? Why had I let him waste a part of my life like that? That was four years of my life I would never get back, and to think that during our slow dance at prom, I was thinking about our wedding. I was angry at him, but I was also angry at myself.

  I was mad at myself for being so stupid. I should have seen it coming. My sister had always been jealous of Mason and me. She wanted what we had, never finding it with any of her boyfriends. She always commented on how handsome Mason was. And prom? She was all over him on the dance floor. I should have seen it coming. I felt like a fool.

  Keith was quiet through the entire drive. He allowed me to sort through my feelings in silence and I was grateful for that. He was a good friend. Eventually, he dropped me off in front of my house. With a heavy heart, I walked into my home, alone. I didn’t know what I was going to tell my parents, but either way they would be heartbroken. Mason was the one who was supposed to bring me home after prom, not Keith. They would know something was wrong the moment I walked into the house.

  “Hey honey, how was prom?” My mom called out from the living room. She couldn’t see
me yet and I was dreading the conversation I was about to have.

  “Did you have fun?” Now it was my dad’s voice. I wondered why they weren’t in bed, I had told them not to wait up for me. I walked into the living room slowly. Their faces fell the moment they saw my tear stained face. They looked around, looking for Mason, but saw no one. I was on the verge of tears again. My mother could tell and instantly came rushing toward me, wrapping me in a hug. I started to sob again.

  “Oh, honey, what happened?” I continued to sob, unable to control myself. My mom rubbed my back gently as my father stood there, looking awkward as if he didn’t know what to do. Finally, I pulled away from my mom, looking at her. I decided it would be best to just tell them the truth. I sat down, my legs felt numb.

  I looked at them, waiting for them to sit down before I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Avery got us invited to this after party. Mason convinced me to go, but when I found him again, he was drunk and with Avery… in bed.” I wasn’t crying anymore. No, instead my voice was hollow as I told my story. I no longer felt angry or depressed, just numb. I could feel my life escaping from my body.