The Marriage Pact: A Baby Romance

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by Tia Siren


  “And how do you figure that, Miss Marks?”

  “If you wanted to take on a woman, would you approach someone you could only take less than half of?” she asked.

  “I’m not sure I understand the comparison,” I said.

  “Because you’re too focused on the metaphor, and that’s the point. Any company rising to the top like J&M needs to tread lightly. Becoming greedy and taking on more water than the company can handle means bailing water out when the boat springs a leak. And you know what happens when men spring immature leaks.”

  “You mean boats?” I asked.

  “Whatever,” she said, shrugging. “Take it for what it’s worth.”

  While it was worded immaturely, she wasn’t wrong. A company that was growing the way J&M was underneath my tutelage couldn’t afford to take on a company that had to trim itself down more than half. That wasn’t so much a rule of thumb for my situation as it was a rule of thumb for any situation like this, but I was shocked Crissy knew that nonetheless. She was obviously much more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but something told me that was because she hid her intelligence and led with her tits.

  I felt my cock growing beneath my pants at the display of knowledge she’d just shown.

  “Is there anything else my vault needs to take in, sir?” she asked.

  “Miss Marks, I understand very well what you are doing. Inappropriate comments like that in this company will not be tolerated.”

  “I’m not sure how any of the remarks I’ve made to you are inappropriate,” she said. “Care to…expand upon the subject?”

  “Miss Marks, you’re treading a thin line. You’re obviously intelligent, but you’re not without faults.”

  “Mr. Jacobs, whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently.

  “Just stop with the inappropriate comments,” I said. “You know full well what you’re doing.”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Jacobs. It’s just…hard sometimes, I suppose.”

  If she was going to continue acting like a child, then I was going to treat her like the child she was behaving like. I cleared my throat and slowly rose from my chair, but all that happened was her smirk grew. She thought she had me. She thought she had the upper hand in this situation. But she was about to quickly be reminded of who ran this company and who exactly she answered to.

  “Do you see that bookshelf over there?” I asked.

  “The one with all the books. I do, sir.”

  “Look at it.” She panned her gaze over and quickly took in the shelf before her eyes found their way back to mine.

  “You’re going to alphabetize those books by the author’s last name, and you won’t go home until you’re finished,” I said.

  “Seriously?” she asked. “You want me to restack your books? What about the summary email you wanted?”

  “Seal up that vault tight and get to work,” I said.

  She sighed before she got up and started over to the shelf. I sat back down in my chair, turning it back toward the window as I continued to think on the merger. Numbers and dates were flying around in my head. I wanted everything to be right and in order before I called the CEO in the morning. I wanted to be one of the first to touch base with him, because even though he was tanking his company, it was still a hell of an opportunity.

  But my attention was soon on Crissy.

  She was bent over at the waist, stacking the books backward. Instead of starting at the top with “A,” she’d begun at the bottom with “Z.” It gave me the perfect view of her rounded ass, and for a second, all I could do was stare. Her legs were thick and luscious, her silky, smooth skin flexing underneath the effort it took her to stay upright in her heels. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side, trying to get the pressure off her feet, but all it did was bring my cock to life. Her hair was falling in her face and her tits hung from her body, and all I wanted to do was rip out my throbbing dick, smooth up the fabric of her pencil skirt, and shove my cock into that little pussy of hers.

  Holy fuck, I was in a great deal of trouble.

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  She’s mine. Her and our baby.

  As a billionaire, I always get what’s mine.

  And when I hired Stella, I wanted her.

  I didn’t know she was my enemy’s daughter.

  I didn’t know she was out for revenge.

  But I knew she was mine for the taking.

  Her sweet innocence. Her pure submission.

  I know she wants to bring me down.

  That her love is just an act.

  But when she screams my name, I know her pleasure is very real.

  I will do everything in my power to make her mine.

  I won’t give up until I have all of her - heart and soul.

  Especially now that she’s pregnant with my baby.

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