by Jane Price
The media adored them and followed them everywhere they went from the moment they announced their marriage to the public. The media was all over their wedding arrangements, the actual wedding, and, of course, their honeymoon. The couple barely had a moment of privacy, but they didn’t mind. Both of them loved the attention.
Throughout the whole thing, all Nicole could do was watch with a broken heart. She had been heartbroken from the moment she found out that Jetson would be taking a one-month vacation with Stacy, the stupid woman they had picked up on the eventful day that Jetson had ridden her bareback.
The only thing she could do was wonder what was going on. When the marriage had been announced all she could do was watch as her heart broke into a million pieces. She couldn’t escape it, they were everywhere. She had thought that Jetson loved her, but now she knew that all those times he had fucked her meant nothing to him.
Nicole was angry. She had tried to get in touch with him countless times, but he never picked up. Fine, if he didn’t want to talk to her then he would never see her again. About two weeks after the marriage announcement Nicole quit her job as a stewardess.
Jetson didn’t really care. He had a sexy new fiancé, why should he care about some lowly stewardess? Stacy was a goddess compared to Nicole. He had to admit that with the new male stewardess his flights did get a little boring but what did it matter? He knew when he went home there would be a sexy nymph waiting for him.
Jetson honestly didn’t give Nicole a second thought after finding out she had quit. She had just been a fun fuck while it lasted. He had moved onto bigger and better things!
Nicole, however, couldn’t stop thinking about Jetson, no matter how hard she tried. Things only got worse when three months passed by and her stomach started to grow. She blamed it on stress eating at first but as five months rolled around there was no denying it. She was pregnant.
Nicole didn’t know what to do. The child, of course, was Jetson’s, it couldn’t be anyone else’s. She hadn’t fucked anyone else except Jetson. Plus he had fucked her bareback and exploded inside of her. Unless she was the new Mother Mary there could be no other explanation.
But what was she supposed to do? Could she call him? Wouldn’t that just ruin his marriage to be? The media would explode with scandal. Nicole knew that if the press found out about this that his name would be put to shame.
And while Nicole did hate Jetson for abandoning her for another woman, a part of her still loved him. She knew she wouldn’t be capable of hurting him like that. She knew, deep down, that she’d have to raise the child as a single mother. Jetson couldn’t know he had a child or it would ruin both of their lives.
With a heavy heart, she scheduled a doctor’s appointment to find out, once and for all, if she was truly pregnant. It was obvious, but there was a part of her that didn’t want to believe it without cold hard facts. She was nervously waiting in the waiting room before the doctor emerged with a smile on his face.
“Congratulations.” Nicole felt sick to her stomach.
Chapter 7
*Jetson lived a worry free life. He had a sexy wife, a new home, a new car, and anything else he could ever want. (His new father-in-law Danny was very generous.) He had red hot sex every night. He still couldn’t believe that women like Stacy existed, but he was glad he could call the sex goddess his own.
Jetson even got back to work, flying old #52 like he used to. The plane was becoming outdated by now, but Jetson had an attachment to the jet that he couldn’t quite explain so he kept flying it even as his father tried to convince him to try out the new model, #53. Jetson didn’t want to hear it. He kept flying #52.
Everything seemed right to Jetson. He was living the perfect life. That is, until the day he decided to go for a run. Stacy was a monster in bed and he had to work out frequently in order to maintain a stamina that could keep up with her. She had the stamina of a marathon runner and that forced Jetson to work out more often than he ever had. He didn’t like the gym scene so he often stuck to running around town.
Usually, he would run in the morning before one of his flights, but today he got caught up doing this and that and didn’t have time for a run until the late afternoon. The sun was still out, but he knew he would only have an hour before it started to go down. An important man, like himself, knew the dangers of being out after dark, so he decided to make it a quick fifteen-minute run.
Putting in his headphones he started to jog. He never paid much attention when running, but five minutes into his run he stopped dead in his tracks. Walking on the sidewalk, approaching him was none other than Nicole.
He hadn’t spoken to her since the day they had picked up Stacy. She looked just as gorgeous as ever, but the thing that shocked him the most was the baby stroller she was pushing along. She hadn’t spotted him yet.
Jetson wondered if she had been knocked up by some other guy. He wondered if she had some boyfriend, he didn’t know about. Jetson had never bothered to ask, of course, but for some reason he always suspected he was the only man who fucked her on a regular basis.
For some reason, the thought of another man fucking Nicole made him sick. He was a very possessive person and even now, happily married, he felt jealous of someone being with Nicole. He wondered what the father of the child was like. Despite his better judgment, he decided to talk to her.
“Niki!” The sound of Jetson’s voice made her head spring up suddenly. Her eyes grew as she saw him. Jetson? She couldn’t believe her eyes. She almost hugged him before remembering that she was walking their son. She almost panicked. What would she do? She didn’t know. She stood there like a deer caught in headlights.
Jetson approached her, not yet close enough to see inside the baby stroller. He flashed her a warm smile, hoping to flare up some old emotions in her, hoping his smile could make her as wet as it used to when they worked together. He could see her cheeks redden and beamed with pride thinking he had succeeded. But Nicole wasn’t horny she was petrified.
What would Jetson do when he found out the baby was his? Would he get mad? Would he take the baby away? Nicole honestly had no idea and that terrified her more than anything.
“How are you doing?” He asked politely. Nicole didn’t answer. She was frozen in place and wished she could disappear. She would rather be anywhere else in the world besides here with Jetson.
“Cat got your tongue, huh? You always did get a little flustered around me, isn’t that right, Niki?” He teased her gently before smirking at her. In his mind, he was driving her wild. In his mind, he pictured a ravished Nicole pouncing on him, overcome with desire, ready to do whatever he asked. Seeing as she wouldn’t answer, however, he tried a different method.
“And who is this little guy? Been fucking someone behind my back?” Jetson continued to tease her. Once again Nicole stood quietly as her eyes grew bigger. She watched as he peered into the stroller to look at the baby.
“No… wait!” Nicole tried to stop him, but it was too late. Jetson looked inside of the stroller and was shocked to meet a baby version of himself. He thought back to all the baby pictures he had ever seen of himself and the baby looked just like him. He couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening?
“Niki…” Nicole’s eyes were huge. He had seen his son and Nicole knew it was all over now.
“Look… I can explain.” Nicole tried to stutter, but Jetson had already grabbed the baby out of the stroller. He stared at the baby before thrusting it in Nicole’s face.
“Please! Please fucking do!” Jetson was furious.
“I… I…”
“I swear if this is some kind of sick joke to break up me and Stacy then you have another thing coming!” Jetson looked at the baby with disgust as it started to wail in his arms.
“Please… you’re hurting him!” Nicole pled with the irate Jetson.
Suddenly they both blinked as there was a blinding flash. After his eyes adjusted he was horrified to see a news reporter standing there with a c
amera in his hands and a smirk painted on his face.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 8
After that day, Jetson’s life was in ruins. There were stories all over the place about his scandalous son. Stacy hadn’t even given him the opportunity to explain himself. She took one look at the picture and there was no doubt in her mind that the baby was indeed his. She was furious and filed for divorce in a heartbeat. She didn’t need some cheater.
With the divorce, Jetson faced a serious blow to his wallet as Stacy took everything that she could. She took the house, forcing him to once again live in one of his father’s apartments. Jetson didn’t like the downgrade, but he had no choice.
He was furious at Nicole. How could she ruin his life? It wasn’t fair. His life had been perfect. Now anytime he went outside he was faced with cameras in his face calling him a liar, cheat, and a horrible father. He didn’t want a bad reputation, but that’s all that he got with the whole scandal.
He went from the man of the year to the monster of the century. He didn’t know what to do and the scandal just kept growing as Nicole was harassed by reporters who convinced her to talk about their relationship. Once they found out Nicole had been Jetson’s stewardess he lost all recognition as a respectable pilot. He was hitting rock bottom.
Unable to take it anymore, Jetson made up his mind. He needed to get to the bottom of this. He just prayed that Nicole still lived in the same apartment. Getting in his car he drove to her old place, relieved to see her car parked in its usual parking spot.
He tried to keep his anger in check, but it was difficult as he thought about how Nicole had ruined his entire life. Why did she have to get pregnant? Hadn’t they always used condoms? Wasn’t she on the pill? What girl wasn’t on the pill these days? It didn’t make any sense.
He rang the doorbell and after a very long time the door opened. He rushed inside, slamming Nicole against a wall. He had promised himself he wouldn’t use violence, but there he was. He wasn’t the type of guy to hit girls, but he wasn’t thinking straight either.
He pinned her to the wall harder, holding onto her arms until he was sure they would bruise.
“Ow… Jet… you’re hurting me!” Nicole whimpered, looking up at him.
“You should have thought about that before you ruined my whole life! Because of you I have nothing. Nothing!” He was screaming at her. She could see his hand curling into a fist and she squeezed her eyes tight, fearing the worst.
He was about to swing when something stopped him. He felt a gentle tug on his pants. He looked down to see his son grabbing hold of his pants, trying to pull himself up into a standing position before falling down and crying.
For some reason, Jetson let go of Nicole and leaned down, picking up his son. The baby stopped crying once he was in his father’s arms and for some reason that made Jetson proud. Did the baby know he was his father? Jetson looked into the baby’s big blue eyes and calmed down a bit.
This baby was his, he knew it. He held the baby a little longer. Jetson was slowly falling in love with his son, just like his own father had fallen in love with him the day they met, the day his mother had died.
It’s amazing how a baby can capture a man’s heart. They could hate the mother or love the mother, but at the end of the day the baby was still theirs. It wasn’t the baby’s fault they were brought into this world. A baby was just a baby and they weren’t the ones to blame for a parent’s mistake. Jetson sighed, his anger subsiding, he couldn’t believe the rage he just felt. Embarrassed by his actions he spoke.
“He’s mine, isn’t he?” Nicole could only nod. She didn’t know what to say and she was still in shock after being accosted. “Are you sure?” She nodded again. Jetson sighed, louder this time. There was no denying it. This was his son. But what would he do now that he had a son?
Could he really be a father figure to this child? As he held the baby he thought back to his own birth. He was the son of a waitress, a woman his father had fucked for fun on a one night stand, but in the end, even the mighty Armando had taken on the role of a father in order to raise Jetson into the man he now was. Surely Jetson would be able to do the same.
Jetson realized now he was following in his father’s footsteps. He had made the same mistake as his father. Despite his better judgment, Jetson would have to realize this baby was his and take ownership.
“Look Niki… this child… he honestly ruined my life. I had a perfect wife who was the fuck of a lifetime. I had an amazing home and a dream job. I had everything I ever wanted in my life. When this child walked into my life or rather when I ran into him, all I got was heartbreak and scandal. My wife left me and took most of my assets. I was left with nothing but ridicule. Then when you spoke to the press about our relationship, I lost all credibility in the airline industry. I have nothing, Niki.
But despite all of that, I know, deep down, that I am the father of this child. Like my own father, I will take ownership. I don’t know if I can forgive you for speaking to the press, but I promise to at least be the father that this child needs.”
Nicole smiled at his words. She couldn’t believe it. Maybe the love of her life was still mad at her for going to the press and wouldn’t love her like she wanted, but at least he seemed to love their child and that was enough for her. She just wanted her son to grow up with a loving father that he could look up to.
“What’s his name?”
“Ronson.”
“Ronson? Hmm… I like it.” Jetson smiled at his son. Ronson cooed at him. It would be a long journey, but Jetson was ready to take the first step into fatherhood.
THE END
Sinful Pleasure
1
Sometimes, I just couldn't believe what a lucky woman I was. It's amazing, really, the way some things just fall into place, and how satisfied you can become once that happens. It was early morning, and I mean very, very early, and I found my eyes fluttering gently open, processing the very early morning in a daze and making a light whimpering noise, like the sound of a cat, flexing my spine and getting myself good and relaxed for the day ahead.
I flared my nostrils, and took in the scent of my boyfriend, his sweat and his breath, everything about him creating a pleasant haze about him. Turning me on first thing as the sleep gradually drifted away from my blurred eyes. I yawned, and stretched, the blankets rippling down from my naked torso, and the cool air of the room feeling absolutely glorious on my breasts, my arms, my heaving abdomen, all of which were lightly perspiring.
The contrast in my body heat with the surrounding atmosphere caused a ripple of goosebumps to come erupting all across my skin. I stared down at my arm, savoring the sight of my perfect flesh being mildly interrupted in this way, and then turned back once more to look at Mark, sleeping there still, dead to all thought and sleeping like a damn log at my side.
What a beautiful man, I thought. His dark hair, his penetrating eyes, and that face of his. Lord, what a face... It was like being committed to a male model in a lot of ways, astonishing specimen as he was, getting me so hot for him even this early on in the morning that I thought I would have to tone things down a bit if I wanted to avoid pouncing on him right there on the spot.
His broad chest, partly hidden beneath the sheets, heaved seductively with his breath, his nostrils flaring and his muscles shifting, sliding, and pulling my eyes unavoidably along their slopes. Making my mouth water, and causing me to desire above all else to be nestled away once again in his arms, to be held there forever and to never wriggle free, even if, for some perverse reason, I should ever have such an absurd desire.
I gave a momentary glance at his crotch, then, obscured as it was by the sheets, but enough of a bulge still visible that it really got my feminine fantasizing underway. A shudder ran through my body, and I smacked my lips in an effort to get a hold of myself. As lucky as I was to have this beast of a man in bed with me, I had an awful lot on my mind right then and there, and needed to consider just what I was doing
if I didn't want that which I had planned to blow up straight in my face.
I turned back onto my back, folding my hands behind my head, and stared up at the ceiling, thinking, pondering, and getting so lost in my thoughts that I nearly fell back asleep again a few times. I considered, between bouts of near unconsciousness, how the two of us had met. I had, quite literally, run into him at a bar one evening during my senior year of college. Spilling my drink down the front of his clothes and apologizing profusely, before getting caught up in his smoldering gaze and so sucked into the man that trying to escape was completely pointless.
It had been finals week at the time, of the fall semester. It hadn't, perhaps, been the ideal time to go out drinking given that, you know, my girlfriends and I had test crammed into every day that we needed to be prepared for, but by this point we were all just so damn exhausted by the process that a break seemed almost more necessary than deserved.
We sort of thought our brains would up and burst if we didn't take some personal time to unwind ourselves, and we thought going out and getting hammered might just be the precise sort of antidote we needed.
