by Gigi Thorne
"What's the matter?" I asked her softly, and she leaned into my embrace, crying softly.
"Oh, Theo," she whispered. "It's such a fucking mess... Such a mess."
"What?" I asked her. "Just tell me what's going on. Come on, deep breaths."
She breathed with me and I managed to calm her down enough so she could speak.
"It's Fernando," she finally managed to get out. "I... I'm pregnant. And he wants me to get rid of the baby."
My arm left her shoulders as fast as it could. I rubbed my temples and stared at the ground.
"Help me," she begged. "Please, Theo... I have nowhere else to go."
"Is it mine?" I asked roughly.
"What?" she repeated, raising her reddened eyes to mine. "No, it's not yours."
She looked so ashamed, and once again, I found myself saddened for what we'd done to each other. I sure as hell hadn't been an ideal husband, but I'd never been with another woman, never even looked at anyone else, in fact. It was her who cheated - who'd been cheating on me with several men throughout our marriage. When Coco's father finally admitted to me that he knew, I filed for divorce. It was rough because I'd imagined a future with her. But I wasn't about to pursue something with Pamela when I was the only one interested in making it work.
"Look," I said, my voice rough with emotion. "I don't know how I can help you, Pamela."
"Let me come back," she blurted out, following up with more sobbing, trying to grab my arm and forcing it to her belly. "Please, Theo... For little Pedro."
I pulled my hand away as gently as I could and took a step back.
"You're well-off now, Pamela," I told her honestly. "But we both made our choices and now it's time to live with them."
She roared to life, the sadness in her eyes immediately replaced with anger.
"You don't want me back?" she taunted. "You and I both know I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, Theo Millay!"
I glanced around nervously. There were definitely a couple of pairs of eyes on us now, and I was worried one of them were Coco's. I didn't want her to witness this ugliness, to see Pamela humiliating me in front of an audience.
"Let me help you get back to your car," I told her gently. "Come on."
I put my hand on her elbow and tried to guide her back toward the Porsche, but she resisted and screamed her head off. Now people were definitely starting to look at us, and I felt anger surging through my body. Pamela had already fucked me over in every imaginable way, and now she was back for more.
"Fuck you, Theo!" she yelled at me at the top of her voice. "I can't believe you don't give a shit about this baby!"
I would've done anything just to get her the fuck off that lawn, but as I struggled with my next move, Andrew appeared next to me, giving Pamela a placating smile.
"What's the matter?" he asked, gently touching her shoulder. "You alright, Pam?"
Pamela used to be a model and she spent a brief few months working as Andrew's secretary until she married me. After that, she comfortably settled into the life of a trophy wife - and began fucking her way through our phonebook.
"Don't get involved, Andrew," she howled, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "This... this bastard doesn't care that I'm pregnant!"
Andrew shot me a look but seemed to decipher what was going on from the wary expression in my eyes.
"Let's get you home," he told Pamela kindly. "Come on, you're in no state to be arguing with anybody right now. Let me help."
"I'll get back at you for this, Theo," Pamela roared as he half-walked, half-dragged her to the car. "I'm going to tell everyone you said no to me and my baby!"
I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole, but instead, the worst possible thing happened.
I turned around to walk away from her hot mess and walked straight into Vanessa. Her hand was resting protectively on Coco's shoulder, and as I looked at my girl, I found utter sadness in her eyes.
Fuck.
Me.
"Coco," I said gently, coming toward her with my arms outstretched. "Please..."
"No," she cried out, looking as if she was about to slap me in the face before turning her head, blushing fiercely. "Don't talk to me."
Her stepmother tried to stop her, but the girl tore herself from Vanessa's embrace and ran off, leaving me alone, stunned and too upset to say a single word.
"Theo, wait," Vanessa called after me, and I slowed down as the rest of the student body went back to their business. "Please, just give me a moment of your time. Let's just talk for a second."
"Nothing to talk about," I replied roughly, looking at the ground.
"No?" she asked sarcastically. "I think Coco would disagree, don't you? She looked pretty damn upset to me."
I looked up into her eyes, for the first time noticing Vanessa for the intelligent woman she really was. I always saw her as part of my friend Andrew's midlife crisis. A younger, hot model just like Pamela had been for me. But Vanessa had surprised me with her intelligence and kindness on multiple occasions, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I realized she had an inkling about what was going on between Coco and me.
"Please, let's not go there right now," I begged her. "I can't deal."
"I'm not going to say anything," she reassured me. "But I do think you need to talk to Coco."
I looked in the direction of the bleachers where she'd disappeared to and gave her a small nod.
"You're right," I admitted. "I need to talk to her."
She reached out, sympathetically squeezing my shoulder as if to reassure me things would turn out okay.
"I'll cover for you," she said. "And I won't tell Andrew a thing."
I stared at her, unsure of how to thank her and feeling utterly useless.
"I'm so grateful," I finally managed to get out. "Thank you... for understanding."
She gave me a tense smile and nodded, saying, "Go. Get the girl."
I grinned at her and walked past the other students with their families, determined to make things right with Coco once and for all.
11
Coco
I felt hot tears burning my eyes as I made my way from the lawn. I couldn't bear another second of being in the same place he was in. I couldn't even look at him, not after what I'd witnessed.
I knew Pamela from back when she was married to Mr. Millay. She used to be a close friend of the step-monster, but they had a stupid argument and since then she didn't really come back to the house anymore. But they were always civil to one another, though Pamela always pretended she was better than everyone around her. She carried herself with the air of somebody who was above everybody else and scrunched her nose up whenever she didn't like something - an annoying habit that made me wonder whether she knew how unattractive she looked whenever she did it.
But other than the scrunched-up nose, Pamela was drop dead gorgeous. In her late twenties, she was sexy and more confident than I could ever hope to be. She looked just like Vanessa - tall, thin and with long blonde hair. I would never look like that. Not unless I miraculously lost my curves, grew a foot overnight and dropped my geeky obsessions.
I finally stopped running once I reached the bleachers that were cleared out after the ceremony. There was a handyman cleaning something on the stage, but other than that, the place was deserted, and I relished the feeling of being alone.
I collapsed on one of the white-washed benches and buried my face in my hands. God, my life was such a mess. Every time I thought I was on top of things, a new mess dropped from the sky and fucked up everything.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Was it possible Pamela hadn't been lying? Was she really pregnant?
Choking out a sob, I stomped my feet on the ground and cursed everything I could think of in my head.
Fuck Pamela if she was lying.
Fuck Vanessa if she knew about this.
Fuck Mr. Millay... Fuck him most of all.
The tears were streaming freely down my face now and I hated
myself for my weakness. I stomped my feet on the ground, grass coming off with every hit of my shoes. God, I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it.
"Coco!"
I raised my eyes into Mr. Millay's gaze and huffed, getting off the bench, ready to walk away.
"Coco, please wait."
He caught up with me and made a motion to reach for me, but seemed to change his mind at the last minute.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that," he said, his voice breaking slightly over the words. "I shouldn't have... I didn't want you to witness it. And I want you to know it's not my baby. We... Pamela and I hadn't slept together in months."
I gave him a doubtful look but he looked so remorseful and upset I was almost inclined to believe him.
"What did she want then?" I asked begrudgingly, and he offered me a small smile in return. "Stop smiling at me!"
"I'm sorry," he said, but I could tell he was barely able to hold back the grin fighting its way onto his face. "You just look adorable when you're this angry. Your face gets all..."
My murderous look shut him up, and he ran his hands through his hair.
"She wanted to come back," he finally said. "She wanted to come back with the baby."
His words broke a little and I cocked my head to the side.
"Why are you so upset?" I asked softly.
"We..." he started, and for a second I thought getting the words out would kill him. But finally, he took a deep breath and finished speaking. "We'd been trying for a kid for the last two years. She never got pregnant though, despite my... best efforts. I went to see a specialist - nothing wrong with either of us. He said it was psychological."
My heart pounded in my chest as I approached him, my fingers gently wrapping around his hand.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, and he looked deep into my eyes with pain I hadn't known he felt. "I'm so sorry, Theo."
This time, his name slipped from my lips with ease.
"I'll be fine," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's just... I can't believe she tried to come back. After all the shit I've been through with her, and now her new boyfriend threw her out. Maybe I'm a jerk for saying no..."
"You're not," I reassured him, and his eyes found mine in a silent plea to convince him he'd done the right thing. "She's well-off because of you, Theo. She can take care of herself. And she got herself into this mess, didn't she?"
"Yeah." He finally nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
And suddenly the problem was gone, but we were still standing so close to one another, his eyes imploring me to speak, my hands touching his. The heat was too much to handle - not just from the sun, but from standing this close to him without touching him properly, without kissing it all better.
"Coco," he muttered.
"Not here," I said, but he ignored me, taking a long step forward and cupping the back of my neck. "Please don't, Mr. Millay."
"I thought you were calling me Theo now," he teased me gently, and I giggled.
"You like it when I call you Mister," I whispered, and he leaned forward, taking my lips in a long, luscious kiss that left me swooning and wanting so much more than he could give me in the bleachers.
"I do," he admitted, pulling away.
But this time I pulled him back.
My hands knotted in his hair and I demanded his full attention, kissing him and demanding he gave his full attention to me, only me. He tasted like summer and man, and I didn't want to be anywhere else than in his arms.
"Please," I begged against his lips. "I need to feel you, right now."
"Where?" he muttered against my neck, pressing soft kisses all over my skin. "Tell me where you need to feel me, Coco."
"Here."
I took his hand and guided it between my legs where my pussy was leaking, wearing nothing but the skirt. I didn't put panties on, and I wanted him to know I was ready for him, ready to be treated the way only he could.
"Stop," he muttered against my lips, his fingers rigid against my wet pussy. "We can't do that... here. Not now."
"Please," I whispered, and he groaned, taking my lips in a deep kiss, sating himself with my body. "Please, Daddy?"
"Fuck," he whispered, and then his fingers were parting my folds, slowly slipping into me, filling my cunt to the brim until I was a mewling mess. "You feel so good on my fingers, baby girl. So fucking wet. So fucking ready."
He backed me up against the bleachers until my ass hit the seat. He knelt between my legs and pulled my skirt up, staring at my pussy with hungry eyes.
"Don't," I begged him, my body shivering. "Not here."
"Here," he said roughly. "Now."
He pushed his head between my legs, groaning when he tasted me, slow, sensual licks making me bury my fingers in his hair, tugging hard to make him keep going. I was a mess of moans and whispered begging, so eager for him to keep going but with my eyes darting around us to make sure nobody was around.
"Tell me you love it," he said, looking up at me as he sucked my clit into his mouth, making me cry out loud. "Tell me how good it fucking feels, Coco. And call me what you love to call me..."
"Daddy!" It just slipped out of my mouth and I blushed fiercely as he continued his assault on my trembling body. "Daddy please, don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, joining his tongue with two fingers pushing into me. "What about that tight little ass, baby girl? You want something in there too?"
I whimpered and he licked his fingers, getting them wet before rubbing the tight ring of my ass, making me moan so loudly I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. Fuck, if somebody caught us now, we'd be in so much trouble...
With my eyes darting around us, I felt the adrenaline rushing through me.
"Don't stop," I begged him again. "Don't stop, I'm so close."
He entered my asshole and I gasped when I felt his finger moving inside me, one in my ass and the other in my pussy while his tongue continued its assault on my clit. I was a shaking, whimpering mess and he didn't care, bringing me to an orgasm so intense I thought my world was going to explode.
"Oh my God!" I cried out, tugging on his hair. "Oh my god, Daddy!"
"That's right," he muttered against me. "Fucking come for me. I'm going to break you open and lick that sweet center, baby girl..."
He kept his promise.
I came again and again, my shuddering cries ringing out in the bleachers. I hoped to God there was nobody around to hear us, but I was past the point of caring whether we got caught. My only concern was Theo, his fingers, his tongue, his eyes boring into mine as he made me come again and again until I curled up, shaking, hugging my knees as I shivered from the impact of his touch.
"Oh, sweetheart," he muttered, sitting down next to me. "Did I wear you out?"
I crawled onto his lap on the bleachers and he held me close while I calmed down, helping me breathe like he was totally used to dealing with teenage meltdowns. His arms felt so good around me, and I leaned into his touch while he stroked my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He was so good with me, so perfect for my raging young soul that wanted to rebel against him, but really only wanted to feel safer than ever in his strong, capable arms.
"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I whispered.
He took my face in his hands and made me look at him, his eyes filled with love and a painful emotion I didn't yet understand.
"I couldn't walk away if I wanted," he told me gently. "Face it, baby girl. I'm stuck on you... And I'm not going to leave you, not now, not fucking ever. I'm addicted... There's no salvation for me."
I cuddled closer and breathed in his clean, masculine scent.
"Tell me more," I begged him. "Tell me I'll be yours forever."
"If you let me," he muttered. "If you let me, I'm going to keep you. Will you let me, Coco?"
"Always," I promised him.
"Then you'll always be mine," he said, burying his face in my hair and inhaling my scent. "I'm never going to let
go of this sweet little ass... that tight pussy. Those pretty, perky tits. And you, my baby girl... All of you, what's inside that head, what's on your tongue, the way you need me, the words you whisper for me alone. I'm never letting go, and whatever the fuck it takes, I'm going to do it just so I can keep you. Whether that's alright with you or not."
"So..." I looked up into his eyes, swallowing thickly. "Are we going to tell my Dad?"
"We'll have to," he admitted. "But we need to pick the right time. He needs to approve of this, not think of it as a stupid idea. Besides..."
He fiddled with my hair, looking anywhere but into my eyes.
"What?" I asked worriedly.
"I think..." he started, his words trailing off into nothing as he looked into my eyes.
"What?" I repeated, panicking.
"I think Vanessa might already know," he admitted, and panic settled in like an old friend as he pulled me in closer, holding me tight. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'm going to take care of it."
"And me?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Always you," he promised. "Only you."
12
Theo
I paced around my house, feeling more nervous than ever.
It was the first time Coco was going to come and visit me. We'd planned it down to the last detail.
She was going to tell Vanessa and her Dad that she was going to spend the night with a friend, though I had a feeling her stepmother knew what was actually going on. She hadn't brought it up with me yet but I knew the time to tell Andrew was approaching faster than I wanted it to.
I had a punch in my face coming, and I wasn't looking forward to it one bit.
But more than anything, I was worried about Coco being in my house.
I'd moved to a smaller place after the divorce, and I kept it relatively clean apart from all the books... Books on the shelves, books on the floor, books on every fucking surface in the house. I'd always been a reader, and Pamela hated it, so when she left, I finally decided to indulge in my hobby. My place wasn't a bachelor pad by any stretch of the imagination - but it definitely looked like a teacher's lair.
