by Scarlet West
“So you ran off and eloped. You’re fucking stupid. You realize that you’ve just lost us that investor for good. For good! And if you’re stupid enough to think that either of you are going to see a single dime of that money now, you’re even more stupid than I thought!” he shook his head. “God, there are times I just want to throw you out this window.”
“Harsh. We’re on the fifteenth floor, that wouldn’t end well,” I antagonized. “But I need you to trust me with this.”
“Trust you!” he laughed. I tried not to take it personally.
“Yes, trust me,” I said. “It worked out far better than I thought. When I went to Mr. Velvet and told him my love for his granddaughter – pointing out that I’d be able to take care of her forever – he was shocked. I showed him how well we’ve been doing with the company, telling him if he were to invest in us, it wouldn’t just be for us, it would be for her.”
I waited, and my father continued to stare at me. “Go on.”
“I’ve also learned from her that she is due to receive a very large inheritance on her next birthday – money that would become jointly mine when she gets it. We share everything, after all,” I said. “She’s also going to help fund our company, and adding that to what we’re going to get from Victor, we’ve got nothing to worry about for as long as you and I both shall live,” I put my hands behind my back and leaned as far back in the chair as it would allow me.
I didn’t know what kind of reaction I was bound to get from my father, but I didn’t expect him to start yelling at me again.
“Get the fuck out of here! You are lying through your teeth! I know Victor well enough to know how he feels about you, and there’s no way in Hell he is going to approve of you being with his daughter! Get out!” he pointed to the door as he shouted, and I sighed as I rose.
“I was hoping that you’d see the merit in this one, Father, but since you don’t believe me, ask him yourself,” I said.
“He’s out of the country. And mark my words, when he gets back, he’s going to murder you for what you’ve done,” he snapped.
“Then send him an email. You have his email address, and you could ask him today. Just ask, that’s all you’ve got to do,” I said with another shrug. “But until then, I’ll give you some space. Clearly, you need it.”
“Fuck you,” he growled. I walked out of the office, pulling the door closed behind me. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone, as usual, though I was sure they’d all heard what was passed in the office. I didn’t care too much. My father was really the only one in the office who was able to send an email.
And when he did, it would go to Ashley.
I settled down at my desk in my own office and got to work. I knew how to invest, and I spent much of my day doing that. It was easier than dealing with the other investors we worked with. But, it wasn’t long before I got the text message I was waiting for.
I just got an email from your Dad. It was supposed to go to my grandfather, but you know, they’re being forwarded. What should I say?
I texted her back immediately. I knew it was crucial that we still were careful with what we did. If we made even a single mistake, then it wouldn’t be long before my father – or someone else – was able to unravel our trail and our game would be up.
Nothing. Don’t say anything at all. There’s a time difference between us and where your grandparents are, so make sure you answer at a time that he’d be on the computer. Not when my dad would be, but when he would be.
My dad knows that they are out of the country, so if you answer right away, he’s going to get suspicious
I hit send and waited nervously, hoping she didn’t already send the email. She clearly knew better than to move forward without my approval, however, as I got another text shortly after.
Okay, good thinking. That’s going to be either pretty late tonight or early in the morning, but you’re right
I send her back a smiling emoji, then I sat back in my chair and once again put my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling. I knew this would work, but I couldn’t believe how smoothly it was going. Everyone so far had fallen for it, and it was all on our side.
As long as we were able to keep this up, things would work out. Sure, my dad would be pissed when he found out I lied about the inheritance, but that wouldn’t change anything for Ashley. He couldn’t do a thing about it to her, and he’d have to prove that I said anything about it to him.
Even her grandparents wouldn’t be able to say anything to anyone when she turned twenty-five. They could try, but I knew how legal matters worked well enough to know they didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Once that money was hers, it was hers, and she could do with it as she pleased. Of course, I knew that meant she was going to take care of our baby, and I was glad I hadn’t mentioned that to my father, but I honestly didn’t see any way this could go wrong now.
It was just a matter of time before we had our way, and we didn’t have to worry about any of this extra shit. Life would be perfect, and our baby would be happy.
The pieces were all falling into place.
12
Ashley
I was stirring the pot of spaghetti I made when Blake walked through the door. We’d been living together for a couple weeks now, and I felt more comfortable in the kitchen. I was a good cook, and he didn’t mind how many things I made. Often, I had dinner ready for him when he got home, it was a nice little gesture I wanted to do since he was kind enough to do this for me.
I couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for him to let me move in. his entire world got turned upside down, and I was the cause. Hell, I was the cause of all of this. I knew that he was the one who had chosen to sleep with me just as much as I chose to sleep with him, but I still couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.
And not just for us. I felt guilty for my son or daughter, too. They didn’t ask to be born into the mess they were headed for. That was on me and Blake.
“Smells delicious,” he said cheerfully as he walked in. He stopped, putting his hand on the small of my back as he looked down into the pot. I felt the familiar chill of need run through me at his touch, and I tried to ignore the arousal it brought.
“Thanks,” I said. “How was your day?”
“Couldn’t have been better. Can you believe that this is working out as well as it is? I knew it would work, but I thought we were going to have to try a lot harder on our end to make it happen,” he said.
I smiled. “I’m glad that it is. I just hope my grandparents don’t show up early or something.”
“No, they aren’t going to. With the kind of research they are doing with your grandmother, she’s going to be over there for a while,” I said. “Have you talked to them at all?”
“I sent an email, yes, but they didn’t reply. I hope she’s doing alright,” I said. “I didn’t think she was that bad off, but for her to have to undergo such intense study, it makes me wonder.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Blake said. “She’s going to be fine, and all this is going to be fine for everyone, I promise.”
He kissed me on the cheek, and I looked at him in surprise. “What was that for?”
“For doing such a great job at all this,” he said. “I couldn’t do any of it without you.”
I smiled and turned my attention back to the spaghetti.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I just feel like we’re doing something wrong. Like we’re lying to get our own end result, you know?” I said. It had been something that had been on my mind for a while, and I couldn’t shake it. But, he shook his head.
“I know it can seem that way, but you’ve got to think about the fact we are doing this for our child. And we aren’t taking money that doesn’t already belong to us, we’re just making sure we get our money, that’s all,” he said.
I hadn’t thought of it that way, and I nodded. “I guess that’s fair. You can’t steal something that
already belongs to you, can you?”
“Exactly,” he said. He moved behind me a little more, wrapping his arms around me. I closed my eyes and lifted my head, exposing my neck for him to kiss. I could feel the passion growing inside me, and with the hardness of his cock pressing into my back, I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
He started kissing my neck as I trembled with anticipation. I let him nuzzle me as his hands moved up and down my body, then I couldn’t take it any longer. I turned and put my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as I could pull him with my belly between us.
I was wearing my usual sweatpants and t-shirt, but he was still dressed in his office attire. We continued to kiss in the kitchen, but it was getting heated fast. His hands were all over me, squeezing my tits, moving to my ass. I was glad my tits were bigger now, it made me feel sexier.
I even felt sexy with my belly hanging out. He turned me now so my back was to the counter and not to the stove, then he started fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. I wanted him to take it off, but as before, I wanted him to be the one to do it. I liked it when he took me, and I was letting him. He pulled it off me, letting it fall to the kitchen floor.
I unbuttoned the front of his shirt and rolled it off his shoulders, also letting it fall free. His floor was always so clean, I knew it didn’t matter if his work shirt fell. Blake then pushed my sweatpants to the floor, revealing the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I never did with my sweatpants.
He knelt down, kissing my stomach first, then moving down and kissing my pussy. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his hair as he licked my clit for a moment, reminding me of the ship all over. Then, he rose, kissing me as he wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me to the counter and kissing me there, too.
His pants were still on, but he unzipped the front, pushing them down far enough to pull out his cock. I was so wet, eager to have him inside me, we were both panting, filled with the passion and need of the moment. He only teased me for a second with his dick before pushing it inside me, taking me right there on the countertop.
I gasped as he entered me. I was still so tight, and he made me so wet. He thrust in and out of me as I wrapped my arm around him, holding him as close to me as I could without falling right off the counter. He pushed and pulled, gliding into me, moaning as he did so.
So many sensations ran through my body. I’d not had sex since the night I’d gotten pregnant, and I was shocked at the feeling of it. I’d wanted to have sex while pregnant, but I hadn’t had any interest in any other man.
Blake, however, turned me on in ways I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t get enough of him, and now, now I knew things were going to be even harder. He pushed into me now, pushing me higher on the counter as he got closer to coming. The thought of it was hot enough to push me over the edge, and my breathing grew rapid as my gasps and moans tried to keep up.
I couldn’t think straight, and I felt like I was flying. He pumped into me harder and fast as my orgasm washed through me, reaching every part of my core, running to the tips of my toes. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that ever before, and I wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of my feelings for Blake, or the fact I was pregnant.
He moaned as he pushed into me now, this time with his own orgasm. I felt his cock pumping inside me, and I smiled. As I pushed myself forward, trying to take him deeper into me. He couldn’t come in me enough, and I wanted more.
I continued to hold him for a second after we’d finished, and he smiled as he pulled out of me. Neither of us spoke as he helped me off the counter, and I quickly grabbed my clothes from the floor.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up before I put these back on,” I said over my shoulder as I headed to the bathroom.
“Clothing is always optional for you,” he called after me. I ignored him, though the blush on my cheeks would have betrayed me could he have seen. I hurried to the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment as I caught my breath.
My thoughts were spinning, trying to catch up with what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that we’d just had sex, and I didn’t know what to make of it. There had been so much flirting going on between us, but I hadn’t thought it was going to actually lead to anything.
Now, as I pulled my shirt over my head and my sweatpants back on, I was starting to wonder what any of it meant. He had been so warm to me when he walked in, so domestic. It was almost as though we were real partners. More than just two people who were trying to get our money from relatives who wanted to keep it from us, but true partners in crime, ready to take on the world and all its challenges.
I sighed. This was going to complicate things, I already knew that. But I wasn’t sure how. I wasn’t sure if it meant that we were going to really have a shot at being together, or if we had just gotten caught up in lust once more.
“The first time we did that, we got you,” I said to my stomach. “What is going to happen the second time?”
I splashed off my face, hoping some of the red would go down before I made it back to the kitchen. When I finally opened the door, Blake was gone, in his own bathroom taking a shower. I still felt rather embarrassed, but I was glad he wasn’t out there to talk. Not just yet anyway.
If we were going to talk about the sex, then I wanted him to be the one to bring it up. Hell, he had been the one to come onto me, and though I had been so happy to accept, I didn’t want to then ask him what it all meant.
It meant something, that was for damn sure. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind that it meant something. But what?
Then, there was another part of me that thought of Blake and how he was. He wasn’t the kind of guy who struck me as the type to settle down. There was something so feral about him – part of the reason I was so drawn to him. He was wild and free. He didn’t have to live life by the rules of others, and he clearly didn’t.
Being with him, even in the limited way I was now, gave me a bit of that life, and I was hooked. I didn’t want to follow all the rules anymore. I didn’t want to keep living to keep my grandparents happy. I wanted to do my life the way I wanted to live it, even if it meant it was going to be hard.
Is that really what you want? Do you really want to do life like you want? Or are you feeling the rush that you have when you have sex with Blake? Perhaps what you really want is him, not your own life.
Shut up! You can think those things all you want, but you know you can’t have him. This is all temporary. It’s something that’s going to pass, and you’re going to be forced to go back to your own life, whether you like it or not.
Don’t get caught up in what this might have meant. For all you know, it might not have meant anything. It was sex. Sex is sex. Get out there and put the rest of dinner together, and move on with your night.
With a new surge of resolution in my heart, I gave myself a nod in the mirror. I wasn’t going to be the girl I had been before. I wasn’t going to get caught up in the hope that there could be more. This was nothing but sex, and we weren’t going to address it.
If Blake brought it up, I’d talk about it with him, but I’d find out what he thought about it. I wasn’t going to push or ask for anything, I was going to live my life and not worry about it.
I didn’t care what kind of thoughts passed through my brain. I faced reality. And the reality of this was, I couldn’t have Blake.
That’s all there was to it.
13
Blake
I woke up the next morning hard as a rock and horny as Hell. I wanted to fuck Ashley again. The way we had sex the night before was more amazing than anything I could have asked for. Hell, it was even sexier than when she and I had had sex the first time in my yacht.
We’d gone ahead and had dinner after, talking about our days as though nothing had happened between us. I wasn’t sure if I should bring it up, or if she wanted to talk about it, but since she didn’t say a word, neither did I. I didn’t get the impression she was
unhappy.
Quite the opposite, in fact, I felt she was glad for what we’d done, and she likely would want to do it again. But, I wasn’t going to go into her room and ask her. And I certainly wasn’t going to take her in the kitchen again – not the day after we’d done it the first time.
It had to be something that unfolded naturally, and I felt like the night before had. I’d never felt anything like that for anyone before, and I was now struggling with what that meant for me.
When I brought her into my house – Hell, when I asked her to marry me – I thought she was attractive, but I had been looking for a way to handle the baby, and a way to get myself out of the marriage to Candace. I didn’t think that Ashley and I would actually fall in love ourselves.
But there was no denying the attraction we had for each other – or the connection that came from that attraction. We were one of a kind, but two of the same, and I loved it.
You better give yourself a fact check here. Do you love the fact that this is working, or do you love her? There is a difference, and you don’t want to mix up the two.
For all you know she wants to be out of here when this time is up and she gets what she wants. If you really love her, you’ll have to ask her about it. And, if you really love her, you’re going to have to let her go.
But if you’re only in love with this, then you’re going to make a mistake if you tell her that you love her. Don’t go down that road. You don’t want that kind of garbage or drama in your life.
I sighed. I knew I was torn. I felt both. I felt I was in love with her. Or, that I could be falling in love with her. But then, I also knew that part of it was falling in love with the idea that this was working. We were pulling off a plan that I had put together, and that was arousing.
It was arousing to come home and fuck her on the kitchen counter. We weren’t bound by anything, and I loved it.