by Tia Siren
He winced at what I said and turned down a neighborhood street. Allen drove to the end of the street and into a driveway as I looked at the neat, white ranch style home.
“This is my house.”
“It’s nice.” I didn’t know what else to say.
He parked in the garage and came around to my side, helping me out and getting my bag. He led me through a door into a spacious kitchen as I looked around. He must have a decent job. Allen set my bag down on the black leather couch and then took me around so I could see the whole house.
“Want me to take that off?” Allen was looking at my waist.
I blushed as I pressed my lips together. I nodded and clutched the dress in my hands, lifting it as he watched with the sun shining on me through a high window. I felt him hold onto one side before inserting the key and turning it as warmth gushed between my thighs. There was something so hot about this. Maybe it was him or the unusual taboo situation, but I was feeling aroused as he slipped the belt off my body. I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes as he tossed it to the couch and dropped the key beside it.
“I never want to see that fucking thing on you again.”
I nodded with a weak smile.
“Want to go get some things at your place? I thought you could stay here, and we could get to know each other.” He smiled. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Nicole. I just want you to be safe.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. That made sense but I was so scared to be near him. I already wanted him and that made me nervous.
We drove to the apartment, and Noelle tackled me when I walked through the door. I hugged her as Allen watched with amusement and closed the door.
“You’re home!” She yelled as she spun me around before noticing Allen behind me, pausing as she took him in with a tilt of her head. “Hi.”
“I’m Allen,” he offered his hand to her, and she shook it.
“I’m Noelle, her baby sister.” She gave me a curious look.
He told her that it was nice to meet her as she reached for my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. “You didn’t say that he was so gorgeous!”
“I didn’t remember all that well. He wants me to stay with him for a while to get to know each other. Should I?” I asked her in a whisper, knowing that this was a small apartment.
“Do you trust him?”
“I think I do.” I stared at my sister, memorizing her beautiful face.
“I do already. He seems like a decent guy. Try it and keep in touch!” she said.
I hugged her tightly and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to leave her again. I reached into my bra and took out the money, giving it to her. “I got this. I want you to take it but try to make it last. I might be home.”
When we got back to the house, I went right to sleep in the guest room, emotionally and physically exhausted.
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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.
Copyright © 2018. Tia Siren.
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
