Single Dad Billionaire

by B. B. Hamel

  As the waitress returns with a bottle of champagne, a bucket of ice, and two glasses, I realize something. I can’t hear a word that she’s saying, let alone what Spencer is saying back. Which means that, even if I do scream right now as loud as I can, Logan won’t hear me. Besides, there’s a line of thirty people out there. I don’t know if he could even get in.

  For a second, I panic. I look around, wondering where the nearest exit is. I wonder if I can get up and make a break for it. Maybe I can get away before he even realizes what’s happening. He’s all coked up anyway, maybe he’s too high to care.

  But that moment comes and passes. I can’t run away. Maybe I’m on my own, but I’ve come so far. I’m seeing this through.

  Spencer pours me a glass of champagne, which I accept. I sip it while he throws two full glasses back, one after the other.

  “Aren’t you glad you’re not stuck at home with that boring asshole?” he yells in my ear.

  “Sure,” I yell back.

  “We can do anything we want!”

  “WHAT?” I call in his ear.

  “ANYTHING WE WANT.”

  I nod and smile, although I don’t know what he’s talking about.

  “FREEDOM. ANYTHING.” He yells these words in my ear as the music changes to something faster and louder. People on the dance floor cheer.

  “SURE,” I yell back, nodding.

  He turns away, watching the crowd and drinking his champagne. I sip mine and glance around nervously, wondering if Logan is somehow nearby. I pray that he is, but I can’t rely on that anymore. It’s up to me to make sure that I’m safe, and I can’t assume Logan will swoop in and save me.

  “DANCE,” Spencer yells suddenly and jumps to his feet.

  “WHAT??”

  “DANCE!” He does this dorky little dance, trying to mime it for me, although I heard him the first time.

  I sigh and I know I can’t argue. I might as well get it over with. I stand up and he heads out to the dance floor. I follow him, hoping that the no-touching rule will still hold out here.

  He starts to dance, jumping and shaking to the music. I bob my head and get into it, trying to find a nice middle ground of dancing and having fun but not being too sexy or sensual. As he dances, he keeps getting closer and closer, and I have to push him away.

  The people all around us seem like they’re having a good time, but I’m just going through the motions. I don’t want to be here, but I know I have to dance a little bit to at least make it look like I gave it a try. Spencer gets closer to me again, this time putting his hands on my hips.

  I smack them away. “TOUCHING!” I yell in his ear.

  He shrugs and goes back to dancing, clearly not caring that he broke the rule. I reluctantly follow suit, not sure what I can do about it.

  But a few minutes later, he sneaks up behind me and grabs my hips again. He tries to grind with me, but I pull away and turn to face him. I push him away, shaking my head angrily.

  This time, he looks pissed.

  “YOU FUCKING PRUDE,” he yells in my ear. “JUST DANCING.”

  “NO TOUCHING,” I yell back.

  He shakes his head angrily and steps toward me. I step away before turning to leave the dance floor.

  I expect him to stop me, but he doesn’t. I make it back to the booth and slide into the corner, hoping that he’ll forget about me. And for maybe ten minutes, he actually seems to. He stays out on the dance floor, dancing and jumping and even manages to grind up on some other girl for a few minutes before getting bored and walking away.

  He spots me again and heads over. He stops next to me and leans over. “Sorry,” he says in my ear. “Come on. Let’s do something else.”

  I look up at him and sigh. “Fine.” I get up and follow him as he walks across the club.

  I don’t know where he’s leading me. We head down a short hallway and past a line of people. We go up a short flight of steps before coming to a landing. He opens the first door on the left and steps inside. I follow him, and the room is dark for a second before he turns on the light.

  We’re in what looks like a dressing room. “What’s this?” I ask him.

  “Green room,” he says. “Club gets live acts sometimes, they hang out in here.” He walks over to the vanity and pulls out a chair.

  I hang over by the door and watch as he opens up his vial again and pours four fat lines. He grins at me, taking a twenty from his pocket and rolling it up.

  “Let’s go,” he says. He snorts one of the lines and throws his head back. “Fuck, yes,” he yells. “Come on over here, Everly. Live a little bit.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t do that stuff,” I say.

  “You sound like a fucking prissy little girl. Get over here and snort this fucking coke.” He stands up and aggressively shoves the rolled up twenty toward me.

  “Spencer, no,” I say. “Stop it.”

  “Take it, bitch,” he grunts, grabbing my wrist. “Come on. Snort that fucking coke, you fucking slut. I want to see you get high and suck my dick.”

  “Stop it,” I say, struggling, but he grabs my wrists and shoves me up against the wall. My heart starts beating fast in my chest and I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.

  “Fucking bitch,” he says. “You’re such a tease. You know you want this, you whore.”

  I don’t think about it. I just bring my knee up hard, slamming it into his balls.

  He grunts and turns away from me. “You fucking cunt,” he growls.

  I turn and dive for the door. I get my hands on the handle, but he doesn’t relent. He grabs me by the waist, lifting me into the air, and throwing me away from the door.

  That’s when I scream. I let loose as loud as I possibly can, screaming my head off. He comes toward me with this blank look on his face and shoves his hand over my mouth. I try to bite him but he punches me in the gut with his other fist.

  “Now you’ll shut the fuck up and let me do what I really want to do,” he says. “You think I just wanted a date? You’re not worth a fucking date. But I’m going to fuck your little ass until you bleed, and maybe that’ll be worth it.”

  I struggle and hit him but he doesn’t seem to care. I don’t know what the hell to do. I’m so scared I can barely breathe, and I hate myself for putting myself in this position.

  Just as he rears back to hit me again, the door flies open. Spencer turns around, shocked, releasing me completely. I fall down to the floor, sobs ripping through my chest as Logan strides into the room.

  “What the fuck—” Spencer manages to say before Logan punches him. Spencer stumbles back and Logan follows him, hitting him again and again. Logan slams his fists into Spencer again and again, turning his face into a bloody pulp.

  “Logan,” I say, getting ahold of myself. “Logan, stop.”

  His eyes are wide and he hesitates, his fist covered in blood. He looks over at me then back down at Spencer.

  “Stop,” I say to him. “You might kill him.”

  Logan drops Spencer and he just collapses onto the ground. “I want to kill him,” Logan says calmly.

  “Stop. Come on.” I grab Logan’s hand and pull him away.

  “Stay away from us,” Logan says to Spencer. “Or next time, she won’t stop me. Nothing will.” I pull Logan again and he finally turns away. We walk out of that room together.

  He leads me back downstairs, back through the club, and out the front door. We hurry out of there before Spencer gets himself together and follows.

  Logan is parked around the corner. He unlocks the car and gets me inside before walking around and sitting in the driver’s seat.

  “How?” I ask him.

  He frowns at me. “What?”

  “How did you find me?”

  He smiles a bit. “Bribed the doorman. I followed you guys in there and was watching from the bar. I saw what he was doing on the dance floor. And when he took you into the back… I thought something was up.”

  “You really follow
ed,” I say.

  “I really followed. And when you screamed, I came.”

  “Logan.” The tears come back to me again, and he pulls me against him.

  “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I got you.”

  I sob into his chest. I feel like such an idiot. I’m so embarrassed and hurt. My gut aches from where Spencer hit me, but mostly it’s my pride. I’m so stupid for getting myself into this position. Logan warned me not to do it, but I didn’t listen to him. I wanted to help so badly, but instead I fucked everything up.

  “Spencer is going to destroy us,” I say to him through my tears.

  “Maybe,” Logan says. “But I don’t care. I told you I’d always protect you.”

  He holds me tighter and I don’t know what to say. I feel so dumb. I ruined all of this for him.

  Eventually, my tears stop and he starts the car. He drives us back to his apartment, holding my hand the whole time. He brings me upstairs, dismisses the nanny, and checks on Alexa before bringing me into the bedroom.

  He kisses me, but it’s a different kind of kiss. He helps me undress. When I’m in my underwear, he strips down too, and we climb into his bed together. He pulls me against him, his arms wrapped around me, and he holds me.

  We don’t have sex. I don’t think we need to. He just holds me like that, his body pressed against mine. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I promise. It’s going to be okay. You did the right thing.”

  “I fucked up,” I whisper back.

  “No. You were perfect. He fucked up.”

  I shake my head, not sure what to believe.

  But it doesn’t matter. I let myself get lost in the moment. He holds me tight against his muscular body and slowly, I drift off to sleep, Logan’s arms wrapped around me, his breath in my ear.

  25

  Logan

  The sun is barely starting to press against the sky when I feel Everly stirring beside me.

  I haven’t let a woman sleep in my bed in a very long time. As I lie here and stare at the ceiling, I realize that it wasn’t strange at all to bring her into my room and hold her like this. Mercifully, Alexa slept through the night, and is still asleep.

  I slip out of bed, making sure Everly isn’t fully awake yet, and sneak into Alexa’s room. I stand near the crib for a moment, watching her little body breathing slowly and steadily, still clearly asleep. I don’t want to wake her, but I had the urge to come look at her, and I couldn’t deny it.

  I should feel angry. I know I should want to hunt down Spencer right now and kill him if I didn’t already. I probably broke most of the bones in his fucking face last night, and he deserved it all. I should want to end it.

  But I don’t. Not because that fucking shit doesn’t deserve it, but because I feel strangely at peace. Maybe it was Everly’s body pressed close against mine last night, or maybe it’s the way I feel when I look at Alexa, but that intensely burning anger just isn’t there.

  I feel content. I don’t think I’ve ever felt content in my entire life. That’s why I’ve always been striving for more, needing more success and fame and money. Even this charity shelter thing is because I’m never content with anything. I always want to push and get to that next level no matter what.

  But with Everly… things just feel easier. I loved having her close against me last night. It felt so good, so intimate, in a way that I haven’t experienced in a while. I’ve been shutting people out of my life for a lot of reasons. Mostly I’m sick of people trying to use me for my money. But this feels right, and I know I can’t deny the truth that I’m starting to feel.

  Everly is special. She’s important. The fact that she went out there last night and put herself in danger for me just speaks volumes of the kind of person she is. I can’t keep going on, pretending like I’m not falling deeply, insanely in love with her.

  I don’t know how to tell her that, not yet at least. Spencer is still a problem, though I’m not worried about it anymore. I think he’s likely more afraid of us than we are of him, and I suspect he’s going to make this easy on everyone.

  But we’ll see. I can’t predict the future. I didn’t see Spencer coming from the beginning, so he may have more surprises up his sleeve.

  I step out of Alexa’s room and pad softly back to my bed. As I shut my door, Everly sits up and look at me.

  “Hey,” she says softly.

  Her long dark hair spills down around her and I feel something stir inside of me.

  “Hey,” I say back, walking over to the bed. I climb in next to her and she rolls toward me, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

  “You let me sleep over,” she says.

  “I did.” I smirk at her. “You snore.”

  “No, I don’t.” She blushes though and smiles.

  “Okay, you don’t. But I liked having you in my bed.”

  “You did?” She cocks her head a little bit.

  “Are you surprised?”

  “I guess so,” she admits. “You haven’t invited me in here yet, you know.”

  “I know. I just… I thought you’d want it that way.”

  “I didn’t.” She doesn’t break eye contact, and I know what she’s trying to say.

  I gently take her chin and kiss her slow and deep.

  She reacts instantly to my touch. Our kissing gets deeper, fuller, but we’re both in a hurry. We both know that Alexa can wake up any second, and we don’t have much time.

  I pull her over on top of me. She takes off her bra and I tease her breasts as she leans over and kisses me. My cock is so fucking hard, and I can feel her warm pussy slowly grinding against my length.

  I roll over, pressing her back down on the bed. I slide along her body and grab her panties before taking them off and tossing them on the floor. I kiss her inner thigh as I move up her leg and finally find her wet clit.

  “This is the first time you’ve touched me indoors,” she says.

  I smirk up at her. “Is it?”

  She nods and gasps as I gently suck her clit. “I like it.”

  “I think I prefer the great outdoors.”

  She laughs but that quickly turns into a moan as I sink two fingers deep inside of her. I slowly piston them in and out as I suck her clit, wanting to get her closer and closer before fucking her.

  I move back and take off my boxer briefs. She spreads her legs wide as I sink myself slowly inside of her.

  Before, we were fucking because we couldn’t stop ourselves. It was like something came over us, and we were animals, fucking intensely. This is different though. This is slower, more sensual, more intimate.

  But it feels just as fucking good. I fuck her deeper, pulling her legs wider as my other hand grabs her hair. She grinds her hips against mine, rolling herself along my hard cock as I spread her and fuck her deep.

  “God, Logan,” she whispers. “I love feeling you. I love having you inside of me. You don’t know how badly I needed this.”

  “I need it every day,” I say back to her, looking in her eyes. “I need you.”

  I start to fuck her harder as pleasure courses through me. It’s a pleasure tinged with deep and serious caring, the sort of thing I don’t think I’ve ever really felt if I’m honest with myself. Fucking Everly is different, and I think we both know it.

  I can feel my orgasm already building, and I know she’s close too. Her moans get deeper and fuller, a little bit louder. I have to press my hand over her mouth as I fuck her faster and deeper. I can’t risk her waking up Alexa, not when we’re so close.

  “Come for me,” I whisper to her. “Come on, come for me. You dirty fucking girl.”

  She gasps and tenses as I slam into her. The orgasm rips through her, making her whole body tense and shiver. I come not long later, my whole body exploding with intense pleasure.

  We collapse onto the bed together and I wrap my arms around her. It feels good to be warm and comfortable with her. I pull her against my chest and breathe in the smell of her hair.

  “S
he’s going to be up soon,” Everly says.

  “I know. I can handle her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I nod. “Positive. You can sleep in later, if you want.”

  She doesn’t say anything for a second. “We still have to deal with Spencer,” she says finally.

  “I have a plan,” I say.

  “Oh, really?”

  I smirk at her. “Why would that surprise you?”

  “I guess it shouldn’t anymore,” she says. “You always have a plan.”

  “And my plans are always perfect.”

  She laughs and playfully nudges me. Just then, the sound of crying comes over the baby monitor.

  “That’s my cue,” I say, and roll away from Everly.

  She pouts. “I wish we could stay in bed all morning.”

  “Me too. But the baby calls.”

  “I know.” She stretches like a cat, gorgeous and perfect.

  “I’ll be back soon. Let me get her settled.”

  “’Kay.” She rolls over. “Just don’t wake me.”

  I pull on shorts and a t-shirt before leaving the room, a smile on my face.

  Normally, taking care of Alexa in the morning is difficult. Normally I’m exhausted and not quite awake yet. But today it’s not to bad. For some reason, today everything seems decent.

  26

  Everly

  It’s not easy facing the man that almost raped you, but we both agreed that it’s the best thing.

  Logan wanted me to stay home. I was the one that insisted, actually. He knew that I was right, which is why I’m in this car with him, riding uptown to see Spencer. Our little offer is going to have more impact if I’m in the room.

  Still, it’s nerve wracking. I know I don’t have to be afraid, since Logan is going to be with me, but still. Spencer is unpredictable, and maybe he’s going to try something. Maybe he wants revenge for what Logan did to him, although I doubt it. Spencer has to know, deep down inside of him, that he deserved every single punch Logan smashed into his face.