My Father's Rich Friend's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  I turned away, giving her time. The least I could do was let her get all her anger out.

  “Face me, you fuck!” she screamed at me. “You had the decency of eating me out and fucking my asshole; face me like the man you think you are!”

  A slight stir in my core rose, and the warmth traced its way onto my face and through my eyes.

  Am I…crying? I’m fucking crying!

  That actually stung.

  The last time I shed tears was for my family, oh, Mom…

  Turning around to face her, I noticed the truck had been moved. Jonathan had left and I didn’t even notice.

  We were alone.

  Good.

  I would not hide what I felt. I couldn’t.

  Not now; not ever again.

  “I’m sorry that I told your parents you fell asleep at the desk,” I finally told her, which was the truth. “I honestly thought I was protecting you from their wrath, because I thought the alternative – that you were drunk – would go down much less smoothly with them. I shouldn’t have done it, though. I regret it. I should have just kept you with me in the office or at my house and then had you tell them you were with Stella overnight.”

  “That wouldn’t have worked,” she said. “They would have called me and Stella to try to find out what I was up to. They still made me have permission even for a sleepover.”

  I looked at her, wanting to insist that this was further proof that I had done the best thing in a bad situation. But it wasn’t time to prove myself right. It was time to make things up to her.

  “Never mind my regrets. The past is the past,” I told her. “I can’t fix it, and for that I’m sorry. But I can focus on the here and now. And on the future I want with you, so badly. I don’t know what you’ve gone through in the past couple of months, Valeria, but I’m here now… Let me make it up to you by…”

  “By doing what, Alexander?” she mocked, turning on her heel to face me. “Singing me a lullaby? Or maybe you’d like to take me to the moon in one of your top secret high tech toys, huh? You want to be here now? Where the fuck was your act of care and compassion when you fucking lied to me, Alexander? My own mother beat the hell out of me just because of that one night. A night I came to truly hate you for. You left me in the hands of a psychopath, and she got what she had wanted all these years — to finally instill the fear of God in me.”

  She breathed away a heavy sigh of tiredness, one that could not be mended by a swift apology or cuddles and kisses.

  Lisa, you animal! You fucking beat your own flesh and blood?

  “Your mother…. I didn’t know, Valeria. I swear to you. If I had known what she would do the moment I walked away from that door…”

  “You would have done what?” she heavily interjected.

  The tension sliced through the agony in her voice, for tears of sadness were all she had to show.

  “What? Tell me, Alexander. What would the almighty-swaggered, filthy-rich Alexander Foster do to have saved me from that retribution that was totally waiting to just fall on my head and send me to hell? Go on… I dare you to tell me.”

  She is fucking pissed, and I have no justification.

  My company, my work, my reputation…

  “For fuck sakes, you’re thinking about it? I knew you had no soul, even when I gave my virginity to you… even then I should have listened to my gut.”

  She did not even stop her line of thought. Her arms were shaking from the cold winds that had engulfed us, and even the gentleman in me could not offer her my jacket in light of the anger she radiated.

  Valeria glided through the air in a manner even I did not see coming. She was leaving and had not even heard me out. Grabbing her by the arm was not going to work. Neither was begging her to listen. She had to listen to me one way or the other, though. She just had to. It was our destiny to be together and I was determined to make it work.

  Her dress caught the wind as she moved, and I followed, silently. My fingers found her midriff, and curled around her waist, waiting for rejection. There was none.

  Her smooth skin danced with nervousness at my fingers; my toes curled in delight and my stomach knotted in fear.

  Will she reject me?

  She turned, curling in my arms, as she turned to face me. The flickering light from above illuminated and bounced off her face and opened up her reddening eyes to me.

  I was not letting go, not until she would listen to what I had to say.

  “Valeria… my Valeria. Leaving so soon? Please don’t. Please forgive me, and stay here with me. Forever.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Valeria

  Things were not going as planned.

  I had, all at the spur of the moment, gone off like a stray bullet ricocheting off the walls of a subway tunnel. My feelings for Alexander Foster were founded on physical attraction to him, yet I wanted a bind that did not involve our genitals mashing together.

  I wanted love unbound. I wanted a partner, not a dominant male seeking pleasure only for himself.

  I wanted a man.

  And he arrived, only in the ways society and the world deemed wrong in the eyes of God. And I persevered for over a year, waiting for the right time.

  Despite mom hitting me spiritually with a hammer, and physically to prove a point, I still chose to follow my heart. I knew what was inside was pure and true, until my gut stepped in.

  I hated Alexander for leaving me. For leaving me pregnant with a child that only I knew about. He had not deserved to know about it, though – had he?

  I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I hated the uncertainty he caused in me. My head said no, but my heart and my entire body said yes, please.

  The cold wind raging around us did not stop me from spewing my deep anger at him. The flickering lights and the eerie night sky glimmering in the midst of darkness could not begin to fathom what blood lust I had for him. Even the unseen shadows lurking around, staring at a young woman and a middle-aged man arguing over their feelings for each other, did not faze me.

  He just stood there, looking at me, when I was not looking, and staring away in defeat when I did. Alexander knew he had wronged me, and his only way of acknowledging this was his silence.

  His silence irked me.

  Hard.

  Despondent tears buzzed my eyes, waiting for an answer that never came. All he was giving me were excuses. Remembering how my own mom had beaten me to within an inch of my life nearly to the warm embrace of death while thinking of her God instead of her own daughter sliced through my heart; bitterness shook my core, and I was hating all men right there and then.

  He faced me with a blank look. His eyes stung with pain from my lash of words, and our souls had contact for the briefest of moments. The distinguishable look of surprise on him was proof enough that he had not cried in a very long time.

  Nostalgia was in his twitch of a nose, and with his voice echoing out in the wind, he started, “I don’t know what you’ve gone through in the past few weeks Valeria, but I’m here now… Let me make it up to you by…”

  Make it up to me?

  Does he take me to be that cheap?

  Mocking him seemed like a great idea in my head at the time, but at one point I believe I took it too far. The emotions were getting heated, and he took it all, swimming in my hate and anger and disgust at the time we lost, the pain I endured, and not for one moment did I consider how he felt, what he went through.

  I wanted to be selfish, and my whims allowed me to. Venom singed him bite after sting after scratch, and I did not stop. It all took a blur of a moment for me to walk away, believing that the conversation was going nowhere. Turning on my heel, crunching some leaves as I went, I decided enough was enough.

  Calves tired, knees bent and ready to walk, I cut through the air obstructing the light above me. The winds sang in pain and sorrow, with my plan down in the gutter. I had wanted him to show his love to me, and all he could do was throw money at it.

  I was
just a convenience.

  Two noisy steps. That’s all it took.

  Two steps away from Alexander Foster towards Stella’s direction, when hard hands calmly embraced my midriff. Sparks flickered inside me, and I could not resist his touch. I could not pull away.

  No way are we kissing, Alexander.

  Not till you apologize like a man.

  I faced him, and in that time-split moment where life as I knew it froze, he gazed into the keyhole of my heart, and I in his.

  Alexander, with tears in his eyes and a curve of his lips, breathed onto me, suggesting with the way his arms held me that he was not letting go.

  Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.

  “Valeria…”

  I mellowed, quenching in the wave of heat flushing to my face.

  “My Valeria…”

  His spell was cast, and I was bound to him.

  “Leaving so soon?”

  Silence reigned.

  “There is nothing I can say to you to make you believe that I am truly sorry, Valeria, and I take that — all of it. It’s my fault that this is where we are,” he heaved, looking deep into my face.

  The tiniest of contractions quaked through my waist and through my arms, as the wind touched my face lightly. I felt like I was in a trance. My lips quivered, and his reddening eyes spoke of an untold sadness hammered by lost affection.

  “But I can prove it to you.”

  “Prove what, Alexander? What is there to prove to me?”

  He did not hesitate.

  “That I love you, Valeria.”

  He loves me.

  He fucking loves me!

  The words that left his lips through the raspy breeze and into my soul echoed in the schisms of my mind. I was lost for a moment.

  Cocktails of emotions spiraled madly in me, breeding a trail of light sweat all over my skin. Even the cold felt like soft kisses from the heavens and not the howler it was turning out to be.

  God, is this real?

  “Alexander…”

  “Valeria, I mean it. All of it,” he broke in. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I will make it all up to you with the time I have left on this earth. It’s never been about the money, love. Just us — you and me. The way you make me appreciate things and life is more than I could ever ask of anyone. You are the one I want and love, Valeria.”

  “Well,” I stuttered. “How about the three of us?”

  I moved his hands to the roundness that was changing my stomach.

  Alex’s eyes went wide.

  “You, me and our child?”

  His warm embrace slowly unclenched around me, and he stood somberly in front of me with his hands in mine. Tears were in his eyes and a smile spread across his handsome face. He slowly bent a knee and knelt on the ground, taking out a tiny red case with a diamond the size of a marble on it glimmering in the glory of the old light above us.

  No fucking way…is he…?

  “Valeria, will you make an old man the happiest fucker in the face of time?”

  Alexander Foster was asking me to marry him.

  Handsome, filthy rich, totally hot in bed Alexander Foster was going to be mine for the rest of my life. Not only as the father of my child, but also as my husband.

  Spinning balls of light filled my eyes. I felt lightheaded. The most handsome man I had ever met knelt before me, asking the four words no girl my age thought of hearing beyond in their dreams.

  But this is real.

  I was not dreaming, yet the haze in his eyes, and the shine on his tough skin felt ghostly, almost like imagination. Alexander Foster had been on his knees for five seconds that turned into an eternity in me, and automatically I could not hold back.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Alexander

  I had been kneeling, waiting for her response, hoping for an answer. It was that moment no man should ever have to face; the tension between a ‘yes’ and ‘no’ when four words are asked to determine the rest of your days.

  “Will you marry me?” I asked her again, taking in the full view of her magical form.

  It was quite a turn on to look at her from below, but my mind could not focus on such bodily pleasure at the time.

  I had just told her I loved her. She knew it. Her cheeks could not lie.

  The ring I had bought her was a seven carat diamond set in white gold. It shone in a way that reminded me of grace, grace that I always felt when looking up to the sky, when flying in my plane or chopper, or swimming deep in the coral reefs of the Caribbean.

  It was the same exact ring design that was on my mother’s finger the day she died, and she had always worn it. She never had a wedding ring, and all she could say about it when I asked was that it was a family heirloom.

  An heirloom that got lost in time, time that stood remembered and forgotten. It was Jon who had suggested the setting, and when he saw the crease in my jawline, he was happy.

  “She would have been very proud of you, Alexander,” he told me then. “As much as you have been an uncultured swine for a few years here and there, she would have been proud that you finally found love. And with a woman I am sure she would have loved to meet and talk with.”

  Lifting the ring up at Valeria to prove what I felt and knew to be true, the resounding ‘yes’ had almost stopped my heart.

  ****

  I called Jonathan and had him take us home. I had to be with Valeria. It couldn’t wait. It had been too long.

  Her beauty was all I wanted. She lay down on my big bed, her bra and panties strewn all over, with a look of anticipation on her hungry face. Valeria was the perfect companion — in all senses of the word.

  She had no idea what the box in my hands was, and I wanted her to find out as a surprise. I had a dark urge in myself that I wanted to share with her again, and I silently hoped that she wouldn’t get freaked out by it.

  Her closed eyes gave me time to kneel and place my thumb at the lock of the small silver box. It beeped open, revealing the contents inside to me. I looked at Valeria and smiled.

  She licked her lips and squeezed her legs together. I took out a blindfold and carefully caressed her with it all along her naked body. She shivered.

  I got on top of her and gently covered her mouth with a kiss.

  “It’s time to see how far we’re both willing to go,” I said, and covered her eyes with the cloth.

  Valeria nodded in approval.

  You are going to scream so hard God hears you, Valeria.

  My thoughts were sent into sporadic sparks as I poured cold lube all over Valeria’s pussy. My dick was hard enough to spring out of my pants when I took them off.

  I could still feel her body heat emanate from her, and I knew it was time. Valeria slightly squirmed as I rubbed her clit and then licked it.

  “I want you to feel what no woman has felt, Valeria.”

  “Alexander, slowly… but now,” she whimpered, opening her legs wider for me.

  The blindfold added mystery and wonder to our little show. My cock had yearned hard for her, and it was time I got inside her and pleased this woman of my dreams — this future mother of my child. I thrust myself inside her feeling her warmth envelope every inch.

  “Aaaah… yes… yes… deeper, baby” she screamed.

  The lube and her moist juices made it easier to glide into her. I bent down to kiss her softly as I plunged deeper into her.

  “Valeria… mmmh… mmmmh… mmmmhhhhh,” I moaned, as my dick tapped her deeper and deeper, to the back of her womb.

  “Oooh, fuck… Alex… ooooh… fuck baby… that’s so deep…”

  Sweat dripped down my back. I wanted her to be more in control, for she was the one who deserved it. I swung her over my hips and let her straddle me. With my left arm, I balanced her onto my thick dick, and with my right hand I took off her silky blindfold.

  She lolled deeper onto my throbbing cock as she kissed me. We rocked slowly, fucking each other’s brains out to oblivion. As was fit
ting, we came hard together. It was perfect.

  Epilogue

  Valeria

  The beech tree stood defiantly in front of the church, as sturdy as the sun’s daily kiss and the moon’s nighttime touch; it stood the test of time, having seen the town grow and become a home to many, different creeds and races. It was where, for the first time, I stumbled and fell. Bruised and hurt, I lay down as my father soothed me through silent sobs.

  It was where I first learned how to appreciate the shade of nature under its thin branches and sultry breeze. Under the leaves my initials were marked on it, on the first Sunday I had laid eyes on Alexander Foster. I hid behind the huge trunk of it, and from then on, our slow but strong relationship endeared.

  Through heartbreaks to this moment, under the tree, facing my beloved as we spoke our vows to each other. The tree had stood tall, watching and waiting, caring and nurturing, it was a guide and a fine backdrop to our wedding pictures.

  It was a closed ceremony, with me disowning my parents and asking them to let me go. Mom cried her heart out. And so did I. It was painful to let go of all the memories, the good and bad, but with her I knew her hate for my husband-to-be was never-ending.

  Dad had let me to suffer for that one night and finding forgiveness for them was not going to be easy. In my heart, I asked them for time. Perhaps they would understand in the future. I hoped my brother would, some day.

  I did feel that they cared about me in their own way. Mom had, after all, gone to Alexander and asked him to find me for her, even if it meant that I would make this choice: to be with him, and not with her. And my father had always been there for me.

  I felt that at some point down the road, I would make peace with them. But for now, I wanted to focus on my own happiness, my own peace, and my own family. And that was impossible to do with the chaos that had always been involved in living with my parents.

  Despite their tortured pasts, they had tried to change and find God, yet they hadn’t found real love or peace. I was hoping that it had changed now, that they saw the consequences of their ways. But only time would tell. Once I felt ready to let them in again, I would give it a go. But not today.