by Ruby Forrest
“What were you arguing about?” Rachel interrupted.
“I don’t even remember how it started, that’s usually the case with us, or it was, I guess old habits die hard.” Liesel shook her head at a particular memory that surfaced, a wistful smile appearing on her face.
“Exes are like that.”
“So yeah we started rehashing the past, much to my dismay.”
“Was this before or after you kissed?”
“It was after we made out. An intense make out session, I might add.”
Rachel wolf whistled. “How intense?”
“Tops and bra off intense.”
“Both tops?”
“Yup.”
“Damn.” Rachel gulped down a mouthful of wine.
“Yeah.” Liesel grabbed her glass of wine and did the same thing.
“Look, El, do you want him back?”
“I don’t know, Rache. Sometimes, I miss him so much, it’s hard to breathe, other times I hate him so much, I don’t want to be in the same room with him.”
“You guys had a good relationship?”
Liesel gave her a small smile. “it was the best. We made each other happy, we teased each other, we fought like crazy, but it didn’t matter cause we could never stay mad at each other for long.”
“Sounds like it was a great relationship, the kind most people want.” Rachel said finally.
“It was to me.”
“But then why did he cheat on you?”
“Why does anyone ever cheat?” Liesel shrugged as she put her wine glass on the table and grabbed a handful of popcorn. She popped one into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully before answering. “But it’s different now, before I only had myself to worry about, now I have Elsa to consider.”
Comprehension dawned on Rachel’s face. “He doesn’t know, does he?”
Liesel shook her head. “He doesn’t know, by the time I found out, we were already divorced, and it was too late, I didn’t want the person he had become in Elsa’s life. He’s her father for heaven’s sake!”
“But maybe you should’ve told him.” Rachel said, not unkindly.
“Perhaps back then he had the right to know, but what about right now? When Elsa is older and has a stable life. Having a dad in the NBA would change that especially given how much he’s changed.”
“When you say changed, what exactly do you mean by that?”
“He propositioned me.”
One eyebrow went up as Rachel stared at her, her brown eyes reflecting the incredulity that no doubt shined forth from Liesel’s own blue orbs. “As in one of those hook up deals?”
A laugh that sounded somewhere between a snort and a giggle escaped Liesel’s lips. “One and the same. He said that we don’t work as a couple, and that we already tried but clearly our failure to make it work was indicative of the fact that we just weren’t meant to be a couple, but that it doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun.”
Rachel’s mouth dropped open. “He actually said that?”
“Yeah, he even promised he wouldn’t sleep with any women the same day he’s sleeping with me.”
Rachel snorted in disbelief. “Bastard probably thought he was being generous.”
“I think that was his intention, yeah. Of course I let him know what I thought of that and all, and hauled him out of my office.”
“I sense a but coming on.”
Liesel shot her an amused look. “But he’s Elsa’s father. He and I might not be on the best of terms, and maybe we will or maybe we won’t, but either way that shouldn’t affect her relationship with her father.”
“You’re kidding me right? Please tell me you’re joking right now.” Rachel frowned as she set her glass on the table and turned around to face Liesel. “You want that arrogant prick of a pig in your daughters life? Your daughter who is this amazing little girl with so much goodness in her heart. Why in the hell would you want her around a guy who can’t even keep it in his pants? What kind of example would you be setting?!”
Liesel stood up and faced Rachel. She loved her for fighting for Elsa like her own daughter, she really did, but this was a decision she had been struggling with for years, pretty much since the moment she found out she was pregnant, and she didn’t know if Elsa would be as understanding when she was older. At least now she had the chance to shield Elsa from the hurt her father might inflict, but if Elsa is older then she might not have the same opportunity, and she wanted her little girl to understand.
If she was being completely honest, she also wanted Keith to have a chance at being a father. Just cause he was a lousy man doesn’t mean he couldn’t be a good father, and she really wanted him to be, for both their sakes.
“Rache, I love you for fighting as fiercely for Elsa as I would, but you know what, no matter how you or I feel about him, it doesn’t matter, we need to set it aside for Elsa’s sake. Just because he’s a womanizer doesn’t mean he won’t be a good father.”
“You can’t guarantee that he will be.” Rachel said sadly as all the anger left her body.
“You’re right, I can’t, but if there’s even a small chance that she can have both a mother and father who love her unconditionally then I have to try.”
Rachel nodded grimly. “I’m here for you and Elsa, El, you know that.”
Chapter 5
Liesel walked in the next morning determined to put the whole incident with Keith behind her. She would find a private moment, today if she could, and tell him about his daughter.
What he chose to do with that information was up to him. Either way, she would have at least tried to initiate it, and if he didn’t want anything to do with Elsa, Elsa would be none the wiser.
She just wanted to protect her daughter.
She went through client meetings until two when she stepped out for lunch. She checked her phone to make sure she hadn’t received any calls from Elsa’s school, and she smiled and shot Rachel a quick text letting her know that everything was fine, and that she still hadn’t told Keith.
She wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up, to be honest.
How does one tell their ex-husband that they have a child who is six years old, and that the only reason they kept her hidden is because they wanted to protect her?
Liesel mused as she took a sip of her coffee as she looked both ways before crossing the street. She was in such a hurry she didn’t notice the body stop in front of her.
She yelped in surprise as hot coffee splashed all over her shirt, and she grimaced as she began to dab it.
“I’m so sorry, here let me help you.” A familiar voice said.
Liesel froze as she looked up into the eyes of the man who had been occupying her thoughts since she last saw him. He was dressed in a pair of washed out jeans and shirt with a pair of sunglasses settling comfortably on his nose.
He frowned as he tried to get the stain off but failed miserably.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I can take that to the dry cleaners.”
“That’s not necessary-“ Liesel began.
Keith interrupted swiftly. “I want to. It’s the least I can do. I need to apologize for my behavior last time, and for propositioning you the way I did, I figured getting your shirt cleaned might be a good place to start.”
Liesel relaxed visibly. “I won’t make you grovel or anything,” she teased.
Keith smiled. “Would you like to go get another cup of coffee?”
Liesel checked her watch and realized that she still had time before her next client.
They made their way to the coffee shop and sat in the back and talked quietly just like they used to. Liesel was surprised to find herself laughing and reminiscing about the old times.
“Keith, I need to tell you something, but you have to promise you’ll stay quiet till the end, and please understand why I made the decision I did.”
She began to tell him about Elsa, and why she kept her a secret. After she told him
that, she told him about what an amazing little girl Elsa was, and how she hoped that they’d have a relationship.
Keith was quiet for a really long time until finally he looked her. “I can’t say I’m happy that you hid her existence from me, but I get why you did it. That being said, I don’t want to miss any more of her life, I would love to be a part of her life, in a small way at first because I want her to adjust, but then hopefully in time, if you’ll let me, and if she wants me to, in a bigger way.”
“That’s great, Keith, really.”
“There’s just one more thing, but this has nothing to do with my relationship with Elsa, I hope you’ll also let me try again with you, a real shot this time. No propositioning, no fooling around.”
“I’ll think about it.” Liesel promised.
They finished their coffee and each went their separate ways and agreed to meet up at five in front of the office, so that Liesel could take Keith to meet Elsa.
She finished the rest of the day in a haze and met Keith out front where he looked nervous, but excited.
***
“Rache, we’re here.” Liesel called out as she gestured for Keith to come in. He stepped into the room and looked around awkwardly as Liesel dropped her bag on the floor and hung up her coat.
“She’s in her room playing, I’m heading out for a while. I’ll see you later, El.” Rachel said as she grabbed her jacket and keys.
“Rache, this is Keith.”
Rachel gave him a tight smile. “I’m Liesel’s roommate and Elsa’s godmother, if you hurt either of them, I’ll hunt you down and kill you.”
Keith laughed nervously as he gave her a weak smile. “I’ll try not to.”
“She’s kind of scary.” Keith mumbled and Liesel laughed as they made their way up the stairs.
Liesel introduced Keith to Elsa as her friend, and she watched as they played together noting that Keith was a natural born father. He was completely at ease and knew exactly what to do.
They put Elsa to bed a while later, and as they stood outside the hallway in front of her room, Liesel decided to throw caution to the wind, and she kissed him.
“I thought you wanted to think about it,” Keith mumbled as he pushed her backwards into the room.
“I’ll think more, later.” She bit his bottom lip and smiled as he groaned in response. He took off his shirt and helped her out of hers as he pushed her up against the wall. He held her wrists on top of her head and began to kiss her neck reverently.
Liesel moaned as she tangled her fingers through his hair and angled her neck, so he’d have better access. She began to fumble with the zipper on his jeans till she finally managed to shuck them off, and he kicked them off as he helped her do the same with her skirt.
He lifted her up, so she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he began to grind against her. They both moaned as their kissing grew more passionate, their tongues battling for dominance.
Keith reached a hand down and snuck it underneath her panties. Liesel’s breath hitched in her throat as she whimpered, and her hips began to buck against his hands.
He found her bundle of nerves and began to stroke until he had her panting and clawing his back begging for release. He took his hands out and pushed her underwear down. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom and placed it on while Liesel undid her bra.
He kicked off his boxers and positioned himself, so that he would enter her in one swift thrust. He kneaded her breasts, kissed them and sucked on them as he began to move against her, slowly at first then faster and faster until they were both shouting in pure ecstacy.
They collapsed onto the bed together a while later as they began to quietly talk of a better future together as a family.
THE END
A Billionaire Romance
Chapter One
Kayla woke to the smell of coffee brewing. She yawned and stretched before sitting herself up to look around. The room was a mess and the bed even more so but she expected no less given she and Dean were all over the place, getting drunk and having sex.
“Dean?” she called out as she tiptoed around the room, naked, looking for her clothes. She found her panties underneath the bed and immediately put them on but had trouble looking for her jeans and shirt. Ready to walk out she just settled with one of his shirts, black and well oversized for her.
She called out again as she opened the bedroom door and peaked out into the hallway. How does he live out here all alone? She thought to herself. It was a question she had been asking all week, ever since she met him at the club.
A smile broke across her face when she recalled the first time he came up to her. She was wearing a white, backless mini-dress and had her blonde hair tied up, exposing her neck and the looped earrings she got from Christmas. Dean walked up to her and handed her a bottle of beer, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice with the booming sound of the club’s music.
“I ordered two drinks but I can only drink one,” he said as he approached her. “Maybe you could help me finish the other?”
It was cute and obviously just a pickup line but Kayla liked the effort. She took him up on the offer and accepted the drink. They ended up dancing the whole night together and she got so drunk she couldn’t remember how she ended up in his car. She did remember the shock when he pulled her in close and began kissing her. At first she wanted him to stop but then the pressure of his body against hers was overwhelming. She felt warm and soon her whole body was anxious for more. In the end, she was the one who took off her clothes and allowed him to take over.
Dean then took her to his home and it was only then she discovered he wasn’t just some guy looking for pussy in the club. He was Dean Marshall, the richest real estate mogul this side of the country. His house was big enough to fit her whole apartment compound. He even had a private gym, swimming pool, two basements filled with tables and games for parties and he had a personal gaming room as well.
The only problem was that Dean lived all alone. A quick search online and she read he lost both parents at a young age – his mother died of cancer and his father died a year later in a skiing accident. He had no close relatives, no siblings and not even a dog or cat to keep him company.
Instead, he was just out of the house all the time, burying himself in work or getting drunk to screw random girls. Kayla knew she was just a random girl but for the past week she had managed to keep his attention – and his cock – entirely on her.
“Dean?” she called out one more time as she tiptoed across the living room, a large circular area of the house with black leather couches and a large 4K Ultra HD television mounted on the wall.
“In here,” he answered. His voice was coming from the kitchen and she quickly headed in that direction.
The kitchen could be a hotel room with how big it was and how complete it was. There was a TV mounted on the wall and there was even a recliner and couch. At one corner was a bar section and she found Dean, clad only in his briefs, standing by an espresso machine making two cups of coffee.
“You woke up early again,” she told him as she walked up behind him and gave a hug.
His hand traced across her arms and he said, “Sorry about that. I had to get online and file a few documents. Want some coffee? I made some cappuccino.”
Kayla let go of him, stepped up to his side and took a cup. After taking a sip she smiled and rested her head on his arm.
“You’re in a good mood,” he said. “By the way, you sure it’s okay you’re staying here this long? You sure no one’s looking for you?”
“Why, you want to kick me out?” she asked in response, half-jokingly and half serious.
Dean laughed and then clarified, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want someone breaking down my doors thinking I kidnapped you or something.”
“Oh, but you did kidnap me,” she said in a low, seductive tone. “You got me drunk and then fucked me ‘till I could
n’t walk. Then you kept me here in your castle to fuck me again.”
They both laughed but Kayla realized her joke was somewhat true.
“You little kinky girl,” he remarked before taking a drink of his coffee. “Maybe I should make that a reality.”
“You’re such an evil schemer,” she replied.
“Got to live up to my reputation,” he then told her. “By the way, I do have to go today. I’ve a few appointments I need to attend for work and all. Can I leave you here?”
Kayla shrugged, “I don’t have work until next month.”
“I don’t even know what you’re work is,” he then said. “For all I know you might be a hooker or a porn star.”
“What I do is none of your business,” she told him with a sly look on her face. “The only thing you should care about is what we do together.”
He pulled her in closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re adorable when you’re being slutty.”
“No, you just like sluts in general,” she corrected him. “And for your information, I’m not a slut. Just because I like sleeping with you it doesn’t mean I’ll open my legs for just about anybody.”
“Not anybody but those with deep pockets?”
She punched him in the gut, “First you call me a slut now you call me a whore. Shut the fuck up. I never asked money from you.”
Dean laughed loudly and kissed her repeatedly on the forehead and lips before saying “I know. I just like messing with you. Feel free to do whatever in the house. You get hungry just order something and bill it to my name or whatever.”
“Will you be long?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“If you do get back early I might tell you a bit more about my work,” she said, again in a seductive tone. “Who knows, maybe I am a porn star.”
Kayla laughed and Dean gave her pat on the ass. They settled for pancakes and bananas for breakfast. They didn’t have to wait for each other and Dean headed back to the room to get dressed while Kayla finished her meal.
