Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  Chapter Thirteen - Valeria

  I had never seen a man so angry before.

  From the moment that Nancy had called me a heifer, Alexander was there, and I could tell how much that particular remark had infuriated him. Everyone else seemed to fear his anger but me.

  All I knew was that I had to talk to my best friend, Stella, soon, about the ensuing madness that had overcome my life. I had not even gone to college, and here I was working at one of the largest group of companies on the globe and in a complicated relationship with the CEO of it all.

  He was hard-headed, cocky and a prick to everyone, and I was a recently deflowered virgin with a heavy Christian background and a family that stifled me.

  My head was spinning.

  Alexander had stood up for me without making any public show of anything between us. If that wasn’t professional, I didn’t know what was.

  And Nancy was pissed. Anyone with half a brain could tell. She clearly had deep and misplaced feelings for her boss, and I could only feel pity and sadness for her soul. Unrequited feelings of affection are always hard to deal with.

  Alexander had looked so furious and sexy in his golden framed glasses, that I found it wrong to feel my pussy quiver in anticipation. Seeing him angry and in that position of power made me wallow in lust and respect for the man; it made me want to succumb to his will and be his for eternity.

  Sitting behind the desk, waiting while Alex got his afternoon in order, I took my time to look around Nancy’s personal workspace before she got out of the bathroom. I found no evidence of any femininity at all and just one photo of her with her dog of Shiba Inu traits.

  She kept things organized in an almost fussy manner, and there was not even a speck of dust on her table. Every pen seemed accounted for, as well as every single sheet of paper. It was creepy to think of her as a person with any mist of emotion in her soul, but stranger things have caught me by surprise.

  In my mind, I kept wondering where Alexander would take us for a meal. He was a man known for his surprises and his egoistic public stunts, yet I wanted to know him without his mask on.

  I wanted to know him naked, and to understand what made his core. I wanted to see the real Alexander Foster, and not the rich playboy façade he tried to fool other people with.

  As the door to his office opened, I tried my best to ooze confidence and gave him my best smile, not knowing where we would be going.

  “Ready?” he asked, taking his tie off and grabbing me by the waist.

  Before I could think twice, he had pulled me into his office. He shut the doors and placed his right index finger close to his ear. Alexander looked like a spy, and right there and then I had my doubts about who he was, but I brushed it off.

  “Truman… wake up. Lock my office down and keep me in the loop of any spontaneous events,” he mouthed rather silently.

  Truman?

  Who could that be?

  Before I could ask any more mental questions, Alexander looked at me and smiled. Apparently, I had a glassy look in my eyes, and he found it understandable.

  “He’s my virtual assistant and not a real person at all. I created him right after college. And in case you’re wondering,” he added with a glint in his eye, “he comes quite in handy when streaming videos of my employees.”

  “Ha-ha, really? I would have never thought you a man to succumb to such curiosities,” I retorted.

  What the fuck, girl? Who taught you to talk like that?

  I was not myself at all, lately. He had such a strange effect on me.

  He cocked his head and smiled mischievously.

  “Come on, let’s get into my elevator,” he sensually said, leaving my question unanswered.

  “Your elevator? Which one? I thought only one came to this floor,” I hastily enquired.

  We had started walking towards the house plants in the corner sitting near the aquarium along the wall. There was no one who could see us by now and the lighting had faded. Alex’s hand was tight on my waist as he guided me.

  “Well, it pays to be me,” he explained with a slick grin, waving his hand under an “In Case of Fire” poster.

  The secret metal door shifted mechanically and revealed a sleek elevator with ever so shiny walls. It dinged open, and Alexander stepped in. He turned back to look at me.

  “Are you coming, or is the bold Valeria scared of getting into a small space with me?” he pouted.

  That was so cute.

  I was a bit tentative at first. This seemed like a scene from a washed-up B-rated horror flick that my mom would have banned from the house, or else burned the DVD before I had had the chance to watch it. The elevator was slick looking though, and it made my tummy flip.

  “If I die, my dad knows where I am,” I cheekily retorted.

  That made me feel better as I stepped into the metal doors, and as they shut, I could feel a tension between us that was never there before.

  “I’m sorry about Nancy. She gets a bit jealous sometimes,” he started.

  “A little bit? She earned herself a broken nose in that process of being jealous,” I snapped.

  He apologetically looked at me. I felt a bit sorry for jumping at him like that, but he did hire a sociopath.

  “Do you trust me, Valeria?” he asked, and immediately I felt a desire to hold his hand.

  So did he, apparently, as instinctively he reached out to me.

  “I’m in a tiny compressed space with the man who fucked my brains out yesterday and on whom I’ve had a crush on for like a year or more now, and that’s the question you think to ask?” I retorted.

  I was going to enjoy playing with his mind.

  He smiled and leaned into me. Slowly, I closed my eyes as his gentle and warm breath hit my lips. His kiss was tender, with no hint of ferocity or animal tendencies. I eased into him or fell slightly into him – it was hard to tell which.

  I reached for his arms. His hands were on my waist and rubbed themselves on my back and then made their way to my neck.

  His fingers caressed me ever so gently.

  “Mmmmhhhh….” I moaned.

  This was a different kind of kiss. It did not come with an agenda, but it burst full of desire and a tenderness that I had never felt in my entire life.

  I touched his ears and pinched them, as I felt his lips envelope mine in a sweet embrace. His taste was exquisite, and all I could think about was kissing him forever.

  Lip over lip, fingers over skin, Alexander Foster kissed me from the heart in that secret elevator, and I knew that I trusted him when he paused to breathe and looked into my eyes.

  With a smile, he asked, “Would you do the honors?”

  I was a bit confused at the query.

  Did he want to do it right here and now?

  Not that I’d be opposed…

  But then his eyes fell on the one shiny button that was placed squarely in the middle of the wall behind us. It was marked “Up”.

  “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked, getting close to the edge of excitement with wild fantasies about what was going to happen.

  “Push it, Valeria. Lead us on to our first adventure,” Alex replied, with a quiver in his voice.

  With one hand I curled my finger, willed it over to the button, and pushed. The elevator whirred to life and started its incline upwards. I curled up my other hand and entwined it with Alexander’s.

  Warm and strong, I looked him in the eye and whispered mentally to him a message he seemed to understand with the smile on his face.

  I trust you.

  He leaned in and kissed me again. His hands ran up and down my dress, teasing and massaging my breasts, stomach and ass. I leaned into his touch and ran my hands through his thick hair, twisting my tongue with his.

  My pussy quivered and I felt wetness dampen my panties.

  Maybe I was hungry for something other than lunch.

  The elevator came to a halt a
nd the doors slid open. Bright light filtered through and pierced my eyes. I couldn’t help but shield them with my free hand. Alexander was still holding onto my other hand, and a sense of firmness came over him as I felt his strong arm nudge me forward.

  The wind rushed through my hair, blowing it up in all directions. I closed my eyes at its onslaught.

  “Open your eyes, Valeria,” he urged.

  I could only feel a certain sense of height displacement and I felt like his hand was an anchor that kept my body from blowing away.

  I opened my eyes and screamed with excitement.

  A black and white chopper emblazoned with bold letters at its tail waited for us. We were going to lunch in style.

  “Don’t be so surprised, Valeria. I only do this on rare occasions. And today, you starting to work here feels special enough to me,” he breathed, tucking his shirt in.

  There was no one in the chopper, and I could not help my surprised expression.

  “How are we going to… no. You can fly?” I gasped, in shock.

  This man had plenty to tell, and his smile and simple tug on my arm reminded me who he was, and who he could be.

  “I dabble a little, Valeria. Don’t fret. I’m licensed,” he reassured me, when he saw the raised eyebrow I gave him.

  We walked to the doors of the metal bird and he opened the door for me. As I entered, he chuckled and smiled.

  He locked my door and ensured that it was sealed tight. As he walked around the helicopter, I could not help but take in the beautiful view that was laid before me.

  Buildings upon buildings sat in the majestic light with the bright sun glimmering off their windows. The heat from the sun could not even be felt on my skin, due to the sweet mellow breeze whispering through like a wave. In the far distance, everyone looked like tiny ants, with tiny problems.

  I was woken from my awe by the loud sound of the shutting of my pilot’s door, and his smile made me shudder.

  “Loving the view, huh? I knew you’d enjoy it. Personally, when I’m stressed from a meeting downstairs, I come here to vent,” he confessed.

  Alex strapped me in carefully, taking his time when he was closer to my breasts and thighs. He eyed me longingly, and I could not help but wish to know what he was thinking right there and then.

  Was he having dirty thoughts like I was?

  “Do we get to fly over my house? And Stella’s, too?” I asked.

  I knew I sounded like a five-year-old then, but my excitement came in many forms. Sometimes I was a grown ass woman, and sometimes I was a crazed teen in search of an orgasm.

  “Who’s Stella?” he asked, putting on his black helmet with a communication device of some sort hanging at the end of his face.

  “She’s my best friend since we were kids. She lives just a few blocks from the cul-de-sac from where I live. Please, can we fly over there?” I asked, as he handed me my helmet and fastened it on my head.

  “You do know this will ruin my hair, right?” I asked, to affirm that he knew. Of course, he didn’t.

  I spent time combing it on the bus ride here, and his silly smirk and chortle proved my theory that he was clueless about how much time it had taken me to do, and how much the helmet would mess it up.

  “Show me where she lives… Better yet, show me where you live, and we’ll fly over there. Tighten that strap just a little bit more,” he instructed.

  He was acting a little overprotective, with reason, I assumed. It was the first time he had someone in here, perhaps.

  “Alexander, am I your first passenger?”

  “Yes.”

  It was weird for his voice to sound through the device on my head.

  “Yup, you are. And now I want to enjoy this with you,” he added, looking towards me with a sense of wonderment in his eyes.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “No,” I replied.

  There was no harm in telling the truth. I felt butterflies in my stomach from the height.

  “Me neither,” he chuckled. “Oh well. Truman, on. All aboard and fly out,” he commanded.

  What took me by surprise was the interface on the dashboard. There were a lot of buttons and knobs and they all seemed confusing, yet attractive, due to their shiny state. With the sun blinding through the stainless front windshield, the view in front of me was too futuristic.

  A screen in the middle of our seats lit up with a blue string of waveforms that was pulsing with every word and echo uttered by the machine.

  “Hello, Valeria. My name is Truman, and I will be your designated co-pilot today. Where would you like to go?” piped up the monotone voice over a speaker I could not see.

  Alexander laughed and just looked at me, then outside.

  “I apologize. Truman gets ahead himself a bit sometimes. He scanned your fingerprint when you pushed that button on the elevator and he got online and got all your details. I know it’s creepy!” he added, seeing my disapproval clearly through my face, “but it is protocol I wrote down in case someone got into my elevator with unauthorized access.”

  “Okay, Alexander. What does Truman know about me?” I playfully asked.

  “Everything, Valeria,” the monotone voice answered. “I respect privacy as much as Mr. Foster here, and all control is in his hands, with the inclusion of Jonathan the greatest, the mighty ruler of colloquialisms, the king of the sarcastic dinner, the…”

  Alexander cut him off before he droned on. Clearly that was something that this Jonathan person had added into the operating system.

  I was actually enjoying myself with this new fascination for technology I had never seen before, but the boss is the boss.

  “Can it, Truman; just give me the coordinates to our destination and play us a selection of Valeria’s favorite music.”

  “Quite right, Sir. She has a better playlist than you do, by all accounts,” Truman voiced.

  I liked Truman. He had a sense of humor that Alexander clearly enjoyed, as did I.

  We would have to have a lengthy chat about my privacy, though…

  The chopper’s engines roared to life as we lifted off the helipad. I tensed up a little bit as the air whooshed beneath us and took us to higher levels.

  We were flying!

  Chapter Fourteen - Valeria

  Exhilaration compounded by wonder made me grab onto the window straps and my seat. It was quite scary as we flew off the building and into the air, with everyone underneath us minding their own businesses.

  I looked over to Alexander, and saw that he wasn’t holding on to the joystick thingy.

  “Alexander! Who’s flying this thing?” I screamed, forgetting that we had microphones in our helmets.

  He winced at the loud frequency he received and looked at me. Then he glanced towards the screen with the blue string of waveforms on it all lit up, and I eased up a bit.

  If I could save time in a bottle,

  The first thing that I’d like to do,

  Is to save every day,

  till eternity passes away,

  Just to spend them with you…

  Jim Croce blasted through the unseen speakers in our helmets, and it was a throwback I remembered having on my playlist on my phone. Then it hit me.

  “How did Truman just invade my privacy like that? Seriously, there have to be rules,” I snapped.

  I didn’t like the idea that a computer program had somehow accessed my personal phone.

  “He just got carried away, I promise. He just does as he is told and doesn’t interfere with your private files, unless… there are certain videos you don’t want revealed?” Alexander asked coyly.

  I shook my head and playfully slapped him on the shoulder. He laughed.

  The view over the city was amazing, and we were approaching the countryside slowly, carefully, freely.

  “There’s nothing of the sort on my phone, Alexander,” I confidently retorted.

  “Sir, I detect a lie in her state
ment, and I have a short one-hour long video that seems to have the title ‘Dirty wh…”

  “Can it, Truman!” I bellowed. “This is nothing to joke about.”

  But Alexander laughed his ass off, and so did I.

  “Mute, Truman,” he commanded.

  Now, only music filled our ears in the chopper.

  “I would never have pegged you for a Jim Croce fan, Valeria. That song is from way back when. I doubted your generation listened in on the classics.”

  Alexander was clearly impressed by my taste in the real classics.

  Of course I had heard Jim Croce through my father. I didn’t want to talk about him right now, though.

  “Oh, you must have been what, back then, thirty?” I joked.

  He smiled knowingly at the banter we were having.

  “I was quite young back then, if I do say so myself,” he responded, eyeing me curiously to see if there would be any sign of discontentment. “I was just born, in fact.”

  “Well, that makes this song more special, Alexander,” I answered, leaning over to put my head on his shoulder.

  The view was spectacular. We flew over houses I used to see while walking to and from school. A certain familiar red-tiled house came into view, and I waved and pointed.

  “That’s my house! We’re actually flying over my house. If only my mom could see me now, she wouldn’t believe it. And that’s Stella’s over there! The one with the grey roofing and a black car outside the driveway.”

  I was super excited, knowing that opportunities like these came only once in an entire lifetime, if at all.

  I thought about asking him if we could land and I could surprise Stella, but I wanted some time for her to get used to the idea of me being with a billionaire first, before just showing up with such a shocker like that. Plus, I wanted to keep this time just for Alexander and me, one on one.

  Alexander was all smiles and quiet, perhaps reflecting on how the first-time flying with a passenger was going for him. I looked at him, with his strong arms grabbing onto the joystick, and his lips curled into a smile that radiated in that late morning sun.