Admit You Need Me: A Secret Pregnancy Romance (Irresistible Billionaires Book 4)

by Ajme Williams

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked me again. I was absolutely certain. A beautiful billionaire man had me in the back of his limo and he wanted to ravish me. Was I an idiot? Of course, I was sure.

  He dipped between my legs and his lips made contact with mine. It felt so good, I felt like I could sink into the seat. Dematerialize into a liquid and just evaporate. I lost all sense of manners and decorum, moaning, and making a grab for his hair. He didn’t seem to mind, working on me with his lips and tongue. God, it felt like so few men were willing to do that, and even fewer were actually good at it. How did I get so lucky?

  I hadn’t had anyone down there in years, literal years. You can bet I was grateful but I wasn’t going to let him know that. I felt my orgasm start deep inside me. It got hard to breathe and I felt like I was going to explode.

  And then I did.

  I cried out, pulling Toby’s hair as I came.

  Christ. I needed that one.

  Toby

  One Month Later

  Not enough meat on her, I concluded. She was beautiful, very beautiful, that was the reason why I was talking to her, and I would never tell her to her face that her body was in any way lacking, it wasn’t. It was more my preference that wasn’t being met.

  She was tall, almost as tall as me in her heels. Her dress was low-cut, and her breasts were fantastic. Her legs must’ve made up half of her height. She was stunning and I was going to be a lucky man to take her home tonight, but that was only if she met my requirements.

  “So, you have a backup plan?” I asked her. She wrinkled her nose; an action I was surprised she was able to make since I figured she had probably had some injections done.

  “Backup plan? Backup for what?”

  “Just in case the modeling thing doesn’t work out. Do you have a plan B?”

  She laughed, she laughed so hard that she tipped her head back and I had to grab her midsection. “What if the modeling doesn’t work out? Of course, it’s gonna work out! Have you seen me?”

  I had. It seemed like she had all the ingredients to be successful. She was a pretty brunette with long legs and that was more or less all she needed. I was just trying to help her give her a reason to keep me in the conversation. I thought she would surprise me by telling me that she had gotten a degree in computer science and intended to have that as a day job while she pursued modeling. Or maybe she had a passion for cooking and she wanted to run a catering company on the side as she modeled. Something like that. Something to make her just a tiny bit more engaging than every other woman like her in the city.

  The real reason why she wouldn’t need a plan B, even if she did fail to make it in the ultracompetitive modeling world was that women who looked like her had absolutely no problem finding wealthy benefactors to fund their lifestyles when they weren’t getting paid off of modeling. I was no chump. I knew that that was the reason she was talking to me. The reason I didn’t feel bad about it was that there was a specific reason I was talking to her too.

  Not that I had enough information to truly judge her, but if I wasn’t wearing a Versace suit tonight, she wouldn’t be anywhere near me, and if she didn’t look like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, I probably wouldn’t be talking to her either. As soon as I knew that our desires weren’t in line, I was out. She’d find who she was looking for with or without me and so would I.

  “Well you live in New York City; the opportunities are endless. Is there anything else you want to do or pursue?” I asked her. She rubbed her slim shoulders and gave me a little smile.

  “No, not really. I feel like you have something in mind though, for me.” I had had something in mind. I was wondering how much conversation it would take to get her home with me, but my intentions had taken the steep nosedive. For all her beauty, she was just a little bit dull. Usually, that wasn’t an issue. I had been with plenty of dull but beautiful women, that type was a dime a dozen in the city but all of a sudden, it was a problem.

  “Yeah… take care of yourself getting home tonight,” I said to her. I took out some bills to pay for her drink and ride home. She looked at me, confused.

  “You’re leaving?”

  Yes, I was. Turned out, it was her, not me. Not the fact that she was dull, she probably couldn’t help it and it wasn’t the way she looked either, she was gorgeous, but she wasn’t her. I made my way back outside. It had been like this for almost a month.

  It was so weird; like I had lost my mojo or something. Heading out to a bar or club had been my routine after work for years now. A lot of the time I was looking for some company to join me for the night, but other times I just didn’t want to go directly home. Usually, I managed to take a different woman home every night. Like clockwork, if I ended up going home alone it was by choice and not from a lack of options.

  Saying that I hadn’t been laid in a month was strange for me. At first, it didn’t bother me, but now it was. I had finally gotten to the bottom of it. I flagged down a cab and climbed into the back, giving the driver my address. Another night alone. I was mad about it, yeah, but more than that, I was a little confused.

  The last person I brought home was the redhead. Missy’s assistant, Maggie. It was that night when Easton proposed and Maggie was the only person at the dinner party without a plus one. I had brought a date, but I ended up going home with her instead. What happened there was the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life.

  Somehow, by giving me my greatest lay in history, she had ruined everything. That was the problem. I was looking for her in every woman that I talked to now. The easy way around this was just to find her number and call her up. I could get it easily from Missy or Easton. If I played my cards right, I could have her at my penthouse tonight.

  If only she was that accessible to me.

  Our deal was one night only. When I had agreed to those terms, I hadn’t expected to be thinking about her now, almost a month later. Not to be callous, but generally, I didn’t have that problem. One-night stands where my modus operandi. I didn’t do relationships, I didn’t date women, and I made that very clear from the outset. I knew the way that I did things could get me some pretty negative labels, so I made sure everything was clear from the word go.

  If a woman wanted more, I cut it off right there. She didn’t need to get her hopes up, and I didn’t need things to get messy. That had worked for me now for years. Was it the most efficient way to get things done? Well, the answer to that was complicated. In a city as densely populated as New York, it was literally impossible to be alone. I could see as many women as I could pick up, literally. The rush of having sex with somebody, especially a rotation of people made it so you didn’t feel that alone. You were always doing something, talking to someone, waking up to someone new.

  This was the way it was going to have to be. I wasn’t going to do the other thing. Getting married and settling down just wasn’t for me. Even the long-term dating thing, moving in together and getting a dog; that wasn’t it either. My best friend of many years, Easton had just proposed to his girlfriend and I was happy for them. Maybe it was possible to be happily married, that was for Easton to find out, but I already knew the answer for me.

  I trained my eyes outside the window as the cab moved down the road. I had had the conversation with so many women already. More so than the conversation, it was usually just them giving me a psychoanalysis I never asked for.

  I was scared of commitment, I was scared of vulnerability, I didn’t want to appear weak, I didn’t want to risk giving anybody the upper hand on me by revealing my feelings.

  It was all true but I didn’t know what they were trying to prove when they spelled it out for me. I wasn’t going to change my mind. I didn’t want to be vulnerable with anybody. I didn’t want to risk commitment. I had learned the hard way that love was not worth it. You gave away too much power and the person you gave it to had the power to destroy you whenever they wanted.

  The story wasn’t mine, but it was my parents, which i
n a way made it worse. It all happened when I was in high school. My parents had met, and gotten married, and had me all in the span of two years. They were perfect for each other. I never saw them fight or even argue around me. They were always affectionate and told each other that they loved one another.

  My dad suddenly leaving was as much of a shock to me as it was to my mother. She was the one who had to tell me, he had already left, fucking coward. All she told me was that he wasn’t happy and that he wasn’t going to be living with us anymore. When I was an adult, I learned that because of how fast everything had happened with my mother and my birth, he felt like he lost out on his youth. He decided, as a married man with a teenage son that he was going to relive it. He had a new girlfriend in a different part of the country, and around the time I was graduating, he and that woman ended up having a child.

  Also, around the time I was graduating, my mother killed herself. After he left, she fell into a hole so deep, that she barely managed to crawl back out. In the end, she didn’t manage at all, it consumed her. I basically raised myself for the remaining years of high school before I left and joined the Army. Lucky enough for me, I wasn’t the one who found her body. She didn’t kill herself home, she got a room at a motel and did there I think specifically so she could spare me from that fate.

  She was still gone though, so she wasn’t sparing me from much. My father started poking his head around me and my business when I made it big, which I should have anticipated but didn’t. He was persona non grata and any calls to the company from him were ignored. He ruined our family. He drove my mother to suicide. He had no right to act like my father now that there was something in it for him.

  Maybe once upon a time, their love was a beautiful thing, but in the end, it was what killed my mother. It wasn’t enough to keep him with her or with their family. It didn’t matter how much joy and happiness you could get from being in love when that same love could cause so much pain and destruction.

  I wanted no part of it.

  “Hey,” I heard from the front of the cab. I had zoned out, not realizing that the car had come to a stop. “You headed somewhere else, or is this you?”

  “Sorry, yeah this is me.” After paying for my ride, I hopped out of the cab and let myself into my building. I had a penthouse. I could see the entire city from my living room. It was like being the king. I loved it. The only thing that would’ve made it better was a partner for the night.

  That might not even have been true, since whenever I even thought about another woman, the redhead came to mind. Maggie… I didn’t even know her last name. That meant I shouldn't have been thinking about her.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I knew that she wasn’t mooning over me like this. Why would she? We made a deal that night, in fact, she was the one that propositioned me. For all I knew she was with someone else right now, giving him what I wanted her to give me.

  I hated feeling like this. I hated the isolation. It made me feel small. After everything I had earned in my life, I couldn’t believe that this was what I was allowing it to bother me.

  It never used to happen before meeting Maggie. I swear, the woman must have been a witch.

  I went to take a shower to take my mind off of things. I was sober as a judge which meant I was probably going to take a little time getting to sleep. I was at the point that I had dreams about the woman, that had never happened to me. Not even as a kid thinking about the first girl who touched my cock.

  I lay in my bed, naked, and didn’t fight the thoughts off when they came. I played that night over like a movie in my mind. I wished that I had a recording of us if that was all I was going to get of the night we had had together. Just remembering the feel of her smooth skin under my hands was making me hard.

  I fondled my cock and started lazily jerking it. Immediately I was torqued. I barely ever masturbated anymore, not since recently; something else I never used to do until meeting Maggie. I tended to have company to take care of stuff like that for me but these days, I preferred my hand over a woman that wasn’t her.

  One last time. One more roll in the hay and she’d undo whatever hex she put on me and I’d be free.

  Or by some disaster of fate, I’d end up craving her even worse.

  I closed my eyes and thought back to that night. I ate her out in the limo. She came fairly fast which made me think she hadn’t gotten it that good before. We got to my place and I asked her whether she was sure she wanted to come up with me. If she ended up leaving after I ate her out, I’d be sore about it but I wouldn’t hold it against her if that was all she wanted.

  “Take me inside,” she said. I laughed then because that was exactly what I was going to do, in more ways than one.

  “This is a nice place. Looking for a roommate?” she remarked once we were inside. I laughed. I was not but I was thankful for the offer. I made the gentlemanly offer of food or drink before anything happened and she declined both.

  “I thought the dinner and drinks part of the night was over,” she said. I led her to the bedroom instead and shoved her onto the bed. She was just as eager as I was so the clothes came off quick and easy. She was a stunner. The women in New York were all of a certain type. Waifs, stick-thin because they were models or socialites or you know, just because that kind of look was popular.

  Maggie had curves. Hips, tits, everything you liked in a woman, she had more. It was definitely the right decision going home with her. One night was all that was promised but I would be making the most of it.

  2

  Maggie

  Giving up my day job to work as an assistant wasn’t the career move I thought I’d be making in my late twenties but I didn’t have a single regret. I worked for the best, most eccentric, unconventional boss I could have asked for. Missy James, my boss, was a stylist.

  I went to school for accounting, not fashion, but in the little time that I had been working for her, she paid me better than any company I had worked for in the past. On top of that, the hours were flexible, and probably the best part of this job was the fact that she and her friends had become my friends.

  Her Nespresso machine was brewing me a cup of coffee in her kitchen. It was about ten in the morning and we were yet to start our workday. By starting our workday, I meant heading down to the space downstairs that had become our de facto office.

  Typically we would be there until about lunch when she would order something delicious from a restaurant so expensive and exclusive I never would have heard of it before, and then keep going for a few more hours but never into the evening. Heaven’s forbid. Long before that time, we would be finished or she would have gone to meet a client. Even better, she would end the workday in favor of happy hour cocktails and if we were lucky, her friends Brenna and Eddy would join us.

  It was great, arguably the best thing I had ever done. My reality now was nothing like what I thought it would look like but I wasn’t mad about it. I was incredibly grateful to Missy for the opportunity. I didn’t know where I saw my career going but this was an amazing place to be.

  “Oh my god, Easton, stop,” I heard over my shoulder. I looked over even though that was clearly a signal not to do that. Missy and her boyfriend, no, sorry, fiancé now, stumbled into the room giggling. I smiled but looked away.

  Okay, so there was one drawback of using my boss’s beautiful townhouse as our office. She actually lived here. Lately, her fiancé had been over more and more during our work hours. He was a billionaire tech guy, so I wasn’t sure how he spent his workdays or how he was able to be here all the time. It wasn’t that it was annoying, even though it was, honestly, I was just a little jealous.

  “You want me to stop?” Easton asked her. She squealed as he pushed her into the wall and shut her up by kissing her.

  Ew. Gross, get a room. I scuffled out of the kitchen with my coffee, blushing. Hopefully, they didn’t see me and Missy would be done soon enough and would join me downstairs. She was my friend and that meant that I was
happy for her but for the love of God.

  They had just gotten engaged which meant they were probably going to move in together soon. If not with the engagement, then definitely with the wedding. How long were they planning to draw the engagement out? Hopefully, since moving in together was inevitable at some point, we were going to get a real office.

  I loved it here and our operations weren’t big enough to necessitate a separate office, but to spare me from ever having to see her and her fiancé like that again, I was hoping she would consider it.

  What we used as an office space was initially intended as a family living room but Missy lived alone. Rather than that type of setup, we had a large table with two computers at it for both of us to use. In the room, we had shelves filled with fashion magazines and a comfortable seating area off to the side. I sat at one of the computers and settled down to start working.

  I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t. Here I was trying to get into work but I couldn’t stop thinking about Missy and Easton. Right upstairs was a happily engaged couple engaged in God knows what. It was a little hard to give them privacy when their lovenest was also my workplace. I wasn’t just a little jealous anymore, I was a lot jealous. It came in waves.

  It was happening more and more these days, this weird feeling of isolation that I felt deep in my chest. It was like the air immediately surrounding my body was extremely cold. I knew it was loneliness but I didn’t know why I was feeling it.

  Actually no, I took that back, I knew exactly what I was feeling it. As much as I wanted to blame Missy and Easton upstairs for making me feel extra single today, it wasn’t their fault. It was Toby’s fault.

  I couldn’t blame him though. I was the one who propositioned the man and he gave me plenty of time to change my mind that night but I never did. Why did I do that? Was one night really worth it? Even as I asked him to take me home, I knew that that wasn’t what I wanted. It had been so long since I had been in a relationship and the first man I approached, I decided to choose the lowest stakes kind of relationship with the worst returns.