I heard him utter my name as I disappeared through his elevator door. But by the time it had dropped me off downstairs, all I could think about was getting to school on time. That, and the amazing way that Grant Carter had taken my virginity the night before.
Chapter 20 – Grant
The day was spent thinking about Stacy. I headed into the office and tried to forget about it, but that proved easier said than done.
And I didn’t even get a call from her as the day went on. Had I been thinking on the right track, I would’ve given her a personal phone to contact me with.
One that I could track at all times.
I wasn’t used to a woman ignoring me after I’d made love to her. Usually it was the reverse. And it had even been Stacy’s very first time. She was one tough cookie, but I was determined to crack her.
If I could ever find her again. Where was she? School didn’t take this long, did it? How did she ever think she could work for me and spend all this time in class?
I suppose I hadn’t even discussed her hours with her, or Willow. My last personal assistant had scaled back her hours during a pre-retirement phase, so I probably could work around a school schedule, if I had to. Maybe Stacy could do some work for me in the evenings.
Or, she could do a different kind of work for me all together. The type that consisted of riding my cock, a whole lot.
But only because I had to get her pregnant, after all. Not because I was falling for her. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
After work, I returned to my penthouse to find it empty. She’d be back, I knew she needed the money. And she’d only get it when she was good and knocked up with my child.
It was past nine o’clock at night when Stacy breezed through the door, not a hint of concern on her face. I was tense, afraid something had happened to her. But I didn’t want to let on how attached to her I had already gotten. Emotions were dangerous when women were involved.
"Why are you so late?" I asked, my arms folded.
"I had class." She dropped her bag in the closet and kicked off her shoes. Stacy tilted her head, wondering why I looked displeased.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Why? Something wrong?"
"Not gonna tell me what kind of class or where you're even attending school? And you even expect me to believe it takes that long to attend classes?”
My veins felt the blood rushing to my head. Was she cheating?
Already? I didn’t want to approach her about that. I knew she would say I had no right to claim her loyalty or commitment. But she still needed to bear my offspring. Stacy sat there with the most innocent look like nothing happened.
She’d been gone for about ten hours, and this was all she could tell me?
Stacy frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you now, my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. She was keeping something from me.
"We have a contract," I reminded her, folding my arms.
"And I'm following it. It didn't say you got to stick your nose into all my business. You just need a baby and I need money. Leave it to that."
"I can't!" I shouted. Stacy backed up and sighed.
"You will. Now I have studying to do. Bye."
I couldn’t believe she was gone. And not just because we hadn’t gotten to have sex—it was a day missed without a chance to impregnate her. And it was a day for my cock to miss her, too.
I couldn’t believe how I had betrayed my state of mine to her like that. These emotions running through me. They were not normal. And I didn’t like them one bit.
Chapter 21 – Stacy
I didn’t leave Grant’s place; I just made him think I was. I figured that wouldn’t be fair; we had some attempted baby making to engage in. Plus, who knows if that crazy psycho from the bus stop was at my house— I planned to live out of the clothes in the backpack I used to take from school to Bar Seven and crash at Willow’s or Lindsey’s during the times I wasn’t here at Grant’s, until I was sure that creep was good and gone.
And, if I had to admit it to myself, I missed him— not that I would ever admit that to him of course, and in fact, it was part of why I had made it a point to seem cool, calm and collected while he was throwing his temper tantrum.
But, that just showed me that he had missed me too. Ha ha. I knew it. Or at least, I was beginning to suspect it.
I stomped down the hall and found a random empty room to study in. Inside were shelves stacked with a lot of books. It wasn’t dusty like your typical library, nor was it too light. It was filled with warm lighting and a slight scent of cinnamon. The book cases were made of some sort of expensive wood, knowing Grant, and gold molding in the corners.
“Wow, looks like he’s got some sort of taste,” I sneered to myself.
I locked the door behind me and sat down at the table in the middle.
“Damn it,” I hissed. I had forgotten my backpack out there with him.
Why did Grant make me feel so confused? All he needed was a baby, so why did he want to know so much about me?
It wasn’t like I was asking him his life story or his whereabouts.
I placed my head on the desk and glanced at the book case in front of me. It didn’t hurt to take a look. Getting up, I pulled down my dress that had ridden up while I’d been seated, and wandered over to one of his book cases.
One of the books he had was by Aristotle. He even had the Great Gatsby in his collection. Golden spines adorned some of his books as well. I loved books. Especially when I was done with dancing, I’d always crack open a book before dozing off.
Maybe that was one of the reasons I was still hanging on in college with good grades, despite my slow progress and frequent interruptions.
While I was flipping through his books, I heard the door knob jiggle behind me. The door opened, and Grant strode inside.
“Stacy…” he started, not finishing his sentence.
“It figures you could open any door in your home,” I said. “I get that. But I just wanted some privacy.”
I turned back to the book in my hands and read a random page. Anything to get my mind off him and act uninterested. In reality, I felt a burning desire for him that I couldn’t quell no matter how much I tried.
“I understand,” he said, sitting down at the table I was at. Sighing, I turned around and stared him down. Didn’t the word privacy mean anything to him?
This was his home though, so that probably wasn’t an option. Giving up, I sat down next to him with the book I had pulled from his book case.
Grant turned around and turned me around as well by the shoulders. He began to knead at my knotted and twisted muscles. Damn, was I that stressed?
“You’re good with your hands, you know,” I said, feeling my body loosen up.
“I’ve been told that a lot,” he teased, a small chuckle under his breathe.
“Heh, guess so.”
Grant’s fingers dug into all the right places, making me moan as if we were having sex. It almost felt that good physically, too. God, he was that good. His scent began to swirl around my nose again, that manly mix of pine and sandalwood.
I fell into his trap; a daze of relaxation and temporary euphoria.
“You should understand my concern…” he began.
“Huh?” My mind was too busy spinning with the release of stress from my shoulder blades
“My sister. When she was five years old, she was kidnapped right in front of my parents and me. We thought we had lost her for good. But after a gruesome two weeks we got her back,” he explained, pressing my muscles into a gooey yummy sore mess.
“Really? I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize, you had nothing to do with that. I only want to let you know why I’d like to know where you are. You are going to be carrying my child,” he leaned in close to my ear, “really soon.”
With that dick of his, and the way he knew how to use it, he was probably right.
Grant slid something h
ard onto the table and I looked over to see what it was.
“A phone? I already—”
“You’ll use this one too. So I can know where you are and check in on you. Don’t forget who you’re technically with. People will try anything to make a buck. Kidnapping and ransom money aren’t off the table. Not that I want to scare you. I’m just explaining my…”
Stalking tendencies? I though, although I don’t say it, because that would seem cruel.
He picked up the phone and held it in front of me, urging me to take it.
Now I couldn’t resist a less mean joke.
“You’re really afraid someone’s gonna run off with me, aren’t you? Maybe pay me more to have their baby?” I ask him.
“Not funny,” he said, but he’s trying not to smile.
“Fine,” I said, grabbing the phone to look at it more closely.
That was when I realized what I was holding and dropped it. Luckily there was carpet in the room and the screen wasn’t shattered.
“Oh, my God, isn’t this the newest X-Phone? I thought this wasn’t supposed to come out for another year?”
“You’re forgetting who I am,” he said, poking my side.
Grant did have a tender side. It was the one of the many things I loved about him.
Liked about him, I quickly corrected myself.
“Oh, duh. Of course you’ll get gifts from every company out there.”
“Still wrong.”
He stopped massaging my poor muscles and I groaned. No, keep going, that felt so good.
“What then?” I asked, annoyed.
“I have a lot of shares in the X-Phone company. So I always get the newest models before it hits the public.”
Grant scooted his chair closer to mine then sighed.
“This isn’t the best position to rub your back in,” he said, getting up.
“Then what is? Because I seriously want that back rub again.”
Grant nodded his head at the table.
“Wait, the table?” I looked at it and imagined my boobs getting squashed.
“Yes, haven’t you been to a massage place before?”
Which ones did he go to?
“No. I don’t have that luxurious life you have.”
“Not yet, you mean. How about the bedroom? Come.”
How’d that turn from a question to a command? He held his hand out and I placed mine in it. Tugging me out of my chair, I followed him down the hall back to his bedroom. It was big enough to be a damn apartment.
Actually, it was bigger than my studio. Rich people, they were so damn spoiled.
And so damn good at getting me to let them spy on me and follow them anywhere to do anything they wanted to do to me. Or, maybe I was only talking about Grant with those specific things.
Chapter 22 – Stacy
In his room I laid down and Grant got back to work on my muscles. This time he included my thighs and feet. I took in his scent and allowed it to make my mind drift on silly impossibilities. Like, marriage, a family, those sort of rare things that didn’t much exist anymore.
Grant’s hands smoothed up my thighs, and with every round, my dress would be lifted higher and higher. I got the message.
“Yeah, go ahead and massage my ass too while you’re at it.”
“Good. I was going to anyways.” He gave my butt cheeks a firm grab with each of his hands.
“Wait, you weren’t going to ask?” I turned my head to the side, frowning.
“Why would I? You’re mine, don’t forget that.”
His sudden dominance made me shiver in my panties.
Grant continued to massage me, but when he moved to the front to do my back, I saw that delicious bulge nestled in his crotch.
I took a playful lick at his bulge and he growled.
"I mean, it's all in my face. What do you think I was gonna do about it?"
"I wasn't expecting you to lick my pants."
"I was going after your cock," I chuckled.
"Maybe something else needs massaging."
"Baby making time again?"
I turned over onto my back and Grant crawled over me.
"Let's not waste any time. I want you pregnant with my baby."
Grant reached down into his pants and freed his cock. It was already hard and red, ready to pound more of his seed into me so I could be swollen with his heir.
How did he end up needing all of this anyways?
I parted my legs and he smoothed a hand over my pussy. Having him over me like this made my nipples tingle with anticipation and my panties dripping with juices.
Real cock was better than any vibrator in the world. There was more to sex than just the orgasm, and unfortunately, I learned that being with Grant.
I shouldn't have to learn it that way. There was nothing between us, nothing but air.
I sunk down into his expensive mattress and sheets and reveled in the feeling of his hands roaming my body and how his scent would drift by my nose every so often.
"You're not still sore, are you?" he asked, smoothing over my nipples with his bare cold hands.
"I'm good. All the walking I did today helped it."
"We'll see," he hummed, inching into my entrance with his cock. I didn't know skin could feel so... taught. I could feel his firmness inside me as he went further into me.
"Wow, that feels amazing," I gasped out, unsure how to process the pleasure. Grant grinned and latched onto a nipple through my dress, silently making me lose my mind.
Once he was all the way inside, I used my pussy to pull him in even deeper, all the way until it was impossible to go further.
My breathing wouldn't stay steady, and I liked that. This was real, uncensored… and surreal.
"Hold on," Grant whispered into my ear, nibbling it. His hot breath swept my ear, heating my core.
"Okay," I murmured.
He began a rhythm that was quick, slamming into me with his heavy balls. The tip of his cock was well pronounced. Each time it slipped in and out of me, I could feel the thick rim and defined slit rub against my clit.
I was edged each painful time near an explosive orgasm. I even wondered what my ‘O’ face looked like.
Grant’s thrusts turned into a fight for the finish line, so he could mark me once again and sway the odds of me getting pregnant sooner in his favor.
I wanted to get pregnant sooner too, but the hard part has yet to come.
“Fuck,” Grant hissed, pounding into my pussy.
I was too lost in the wonderful waves of pleasure tossing me around to really care what anything looked like.
When he paused against me and I slammed into my orgasm like a car slamming into a wall at a hundred miles per hour, I felt his seed shoot into me like a fire hydrant.
I sure has hell would be surprised if I weren’t pregnant by now.
“Wow, that was…” I lost my words. Way too exhausted to talk.
Bang bang bang.
“What’s that?” I muttered.
Grant looked up at the bedroom door, which was open. So the banging had to be coming from his front door, wherever that was.
“Stay here, Stacy.” His words were gentle and kind, with a hint of caution. Placing the covers over me, Grant went out to see who was banging on the door. Even though I was tired, I was never too tired to see a little drama… as long as it didn’t concern me.
I peeked out of the door to see him check his cameras. The banging continued.
“Tara…” he said under his breath. Wait, was that his girlfriend or something? No, I shook that thought right out of my head. He wouldn’t have ‘hired’ me, and plus, not like I cared, he wasn’t my boyfriend or significant other in the first place.
Grant pushed a button and looked up at his monitor as he began to speak. “Ms. Tara.”
Huh, he was calling her by her last name. Formal. “How may I help you, I’m quite busy.”
“Open the door,” she demanded.
I didn’t like her voi
ce, it rubbed me the wrong way. I wrapped the covers back around me as they slipped off. What was going on?
“Ms. Tara—”
“I have more papers from the court,” she urged.
My gut did back flips. Why was she here at such a late time? Courts weren’t open this late.
Grant sighed and opened the door with another push of the button.
Ms. Tara opened the door and marched inside.
I dipped back in when Ms. Tara entered. I didn't have a reason to really worry, but something about her just didn't jive right.
Not at all. What did Grant have to do with her?
"Grant, I'm concerned," she said, walking towards her. I watched from the crack of the door carefully. Her body movements were slow and sneaky, and she didn't dress like she was there for any formal or legit business. No, she was wearing red everything; red jacket, lipstick, and heels.
"Tara, you said you have papers, let me see them. I have no time for foolishness."
"Why I came to help you out of this mess. You're not the type of man who wants kids."
Grant's face contorted and he bared his teeth. Tara stepped back, surprised at his sudden changed.
"You have no idea what I want!" he shouted.
I jumped and the door accidentally creaked when I bumped into it. Now both their eyes were on me.
No need to hide now.
I stepped out of the room and looked at both of them.
"So you're using her? This wannabe slut's going to give you a child?" Tara scoffed, holding her wrist up to her mouth. Like that gave her any manners. Bitch didn't want to get on my bad side. I could still fight. And looking at her? She'd be easy to take down in such high fuck me pumps.
"And who are you?" I asked, moving my covers around me, making it obvious she interrupted something.
She looked me up and down like a hungry lion and gritted. "None of your business."
"I thought you weren't important enough. How about you leave," I moved over to Grant's arm. He better cooperate with me, "because you're interrupting us."
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