The Billionaire Bad Boy Secret Baby

I can count, and Brenda hasn't returned a single one of my calls. What the hell? Usually it's the other way aro

thinking about her, and ever since that night two mo

moment, she pops her head into the doorwa

ows scrunching with pu

arify impatiently. I don't know how she's fo

ght," she says in a smooth tone. "No, she

e ran off that morning that what we had was a one-night thing. It didn't matter that our sexual attracti

stories to the tabloids. One woman even leaked pictures, believe it or not, taken from a secret camera attached to her purse strap. The damage control that Samantha had to do was fucking unbelievable on th

st like the rest of them? What if she only came upstairs with me because

her curves lush and inviting as she moaned her pleasure. The way she curled into me while we just talked and got to know each other was

e I'm the one wh

e rest of the day," I say abruptly.

r well enough to know her chest is puffed out like a peacock looking for a mate. But the thought of spending more time than necessary with Saman

e my laptop and shrug on my coat. Without another word to Samantha or any of my other employees, I escape down the stairs and out the back exit where my Lamborghini is parked in a private garage. After the door slam

ther down my throat and into my system. If only the relief could come instantly. I turn the key in the ignition and let the Lambo's ti

strangely familiar, like the hatchback Brenda made her getaway in after our one night together. It's yellow and faded, with a dent in the rear bumper. But I shake off the weird feeling. It's nothing. I'm being a moony fool, and w

o the red Ferrari. Finally, I can get some peace and quiet in the comfort

ome home. You didn't men

Sure, my business has its enemies, but that's all in the realm of white collar crime. By contrast, the mansion is under threat of ex-girlfri

tifling a yawn. "I have a bit of

ing to do all day but wait for me to get home. Charles meets us in the entryway and helps me remove my coat. "Sir,

feelings. So instead of just ignoring him and walking past him like I desperate

these same stairs two months ago. I thought about pounding into her right here, in fact, but that would have left a bad impression on my guests. If I had my way, I would ra

fingers around and drenched with her juices. My cock twitches at the thought of that plump body, and the way her slick pussy cushioned my pole

dial her number one last time. Just like the hundreds of times before, I'm sent direc

never done before. Since when do I obsessively check my phone and keep calli

lf in my room. Fucker should have waited for an invitatio

ing down a tumbler a quarter filled w

ips down my throat, and I breathe out bitter fumes. Fuck, that burns. Bu

all, Charles

me painfully enlarged, and I find myself wishing for a photo of Brenda or something to use as I jerk myself off to release the frustration. But my memory of her is so vivid that I d

ll slip me into her mouth like a good girl, gently caressing the vein on the bottom of my cock before lightly sucking on the tip. Fuck

nt of my sex life since that night with Brenda. Every fucking day, I stroke myself to the memory of her tantalizing body and moans, and it drives me crazy. I'm a man who

d dial Brenda's number once more. When it goes to voicemail, I'm tempted to throw the cel

n defeat. "If she doesn't w

ho clearly doesn't want me. It's pathetic. It's pitiful. It's not what I do. She's j

a. Her beautiful face drifts before my mind's eye, and my hand reaches down to my cock once more, the length already harde

oarse from both the stra

etely...but unfortunately, the be