by Nicole Casey
When Johnson learned about my history with her and how Jeremy was, indeed, my son he completely accepted it. I expected him to lose his mind but Johnson told me that we could turn this into a positive story for the media.
“Today’s most popular NFL star reunites with kid and old flame,” Johnson said. “It’s the perfect story to celebrate your triumph here.”
That was also when Jeremy himself found out. I was worried he wouldn’t understand but the kid was so smart he immediately started jumping up and down in joy.
“Does this mean I can call you daddy now?” Jeremy asked me. He then turned to Emilia.
“Of course, sweetie,” Emilia answered and she gave me a hug. “I did tell you before your dad’s a big star.”
Jeremy’s face immediately lit up and I gave him the biggest hug I ever did since I met him. Even though we hadn’t spent years together I didn’t feel one bit awkward about it and in fact, it made me feel like a true father.
“Ready to be a father?” Emilia asked me, just as Jeremy started running to the other football players to get their autographs on his shirt and hat.
I took her by the hand, pulled her in close and gave her a short but passionate kiss on the lips. When our lips did part I answered, “I’m more than ready but only if you become my wife.”
Emilia smiled and she gave a kiss back, “I do. Damn it, Damon, I’ve only been waiting for you to ask me that question for five years, of course I’m going to fucking say yes.”
“I love it when you say ‘fuck’ like that,” I whispered into her ear. “It turns me on.”
She winked back at me and told me, “Oh, baby, just wait for what I got in store for you back home.”
I felt my blood rush and my cock harden. I was excited. I was in love. I had everything right here – victory in my career, the girl of my dreams and a family I could call my own. Life was actually working out for me.
12
Emilia
When we finally flew home it was as a family. I had never seen Jeremy stick to someone other than myself the way he did with Damon. That was a good sign – he was already getting attached to his real father and that was important.
Announcing our relationship and Damon’s paternity to my son did become a big deal. Jackson and Amy were excited and happy about it, our friends at Mercury Wild and everyone at Damon’s NFL team were happy about it but the media and the public were not. It took a few days to twist the story in a positive light but just as Johnson said, everyone would look at it as a redemption story and a reunion story and that became the centerpiece of making this look positive for the public.
It was a week and a half before everything settled down a bit and things became “normal.” Jeremy and I moved out of our small home. Jackson invited me to live with him and Amy but I preferred to stay with Damon. He did offer his condominium but promised that now he was earning billions more with his new contracts and endorsements we might be moving again into a full-blown manor.
A few days prior to Jackson and Amy’s wedding I had them pick up Jeremy to go out camping. While I would have loved to go with them I decided to stay home and spend one more day with Damon – he was off to begin training for the next NFL season and I wanted to be there before he left.
So there I was, in the kitchen making pancakes, when Damon came walking in with nothing but his boxers on. That sight quickly turned me on and I turned around to greet him with a kiss. It was tempting to remove my shirt and shorts but I held back, hoping he’d be the one to initiate some fun.
“Mmm, you’re extra delicious today, handsome,” I told him after we kissed. He wrapped me in his embrace and I giggled with glee. It was just all a dream-come-true to be here.
He laughed and caressed my face with the back of his hand, “Not as delicious as you are. Where’s Jeremy?”
“Oh, Jackson and Amy took him out camping,” I answered and I playfully leaned in to nip at his lips. I licked him too and he responded with a nibble on my neck that made me coo and moan.
“That’s too sad, I’m leaving tomorrow,” he pointed out. “It would’ve been nice to spend some time with him before I go for training camp.”
I smirked and he knew exactly what I intended. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the day and the night that followed fucking like rabbits. I was addicted to him and he was to me. For the first time in my life, I had everything I ever wanted and it was right here in our home: our kid, the man of my dreams and we both had the careers we desired. Damon being a popular sports athlete and billionaire was just an add-on bonus, the icing on the cake.
By the next morning he had to go and fortunately for us, both Jackson and Amy arrived to bring Jeremy back home. He got to bid his father goodbye just in time. We watched as Damon drove off along with the rest of his management team as they made way to the NFL training center.
“Make sure you kiss your father goodbye,” I told Jeremy that morning.
It was heart-warming to see my son run up to Damon and give him a big hug and kiss. Damon looked back at me as they hugged and winked.
“You take good care of your mom, okay?” Damon asked Jeremy as he rustled the latter’s hair. “You’re the man in the house while I’m gone.”
Jeremy nodded and gave a thumbs-up, “I got it, dad! Good luck with your games! We’ll always watch!”
Hearing Jeremy call Damon his dad made me smile. I thought this day would never come. For years Jeremy only knew that his father was famous – I never told him his dad was an NFL star – but now that he knew who he was it just felt like a natural fit.
After they said their goodbyes Damon came over to me and gave me one last kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ll be back, don’t worry. I’m never going to leave you out in the dust ever again.”
“I know,” I answered as I rubbed my face against his neck. “I love you too. Have fun out there.”
After one last hug, he departed. This time however, he left with us knowing that he would come back. He left with the promise that we’d all be together when the NFL season was over. After five years, everything had come together and it wouldn’t have been possible if he didn’t stand in front of me at the food table during that one graduation night. It was funny how things changed and how they all worked out in the end.
Epilogue
Damon
Five years ago I was just another idiot trying to make my name by being the brightest in school and the best on the football field. I didn’t want to leech off the millions of dollars that my parents earned – I wanted to earn my own legacy.
All of that could have ended early due to a dumb idea I had during my graduation night – I got drunk and had a one-night stand with my best friend’s sister. I didn’t think much about that night afterwards and moved on with my life.
I became the best rookie in the NFL and it didn’t take long for me to become a billionaire in my own right. However, ever-so-slowly the memories of my night with Emilia crept on me and before long I kept on reminiscing of the time I had with her.
What I wasn’t aware of was that she was reminded of me every single day because she bore my son. Our one night together bore fruit and she raised Jeremy to the best of her capabilities even though she was a busy businesswoman in Europe.
Jackson and Amy’s engagement and subsequent wedding was what brought us back together. I got to meet her again, get to know her – truly, this time – and now I had my son as well. It was all a dream come true.
Ever since we all moved in I began my NFL training for my sixth year in the league, taking a vacation only once to attend Jackson and Amy’s wedding. During the reception I proposed to Emilia and she gladly accepted. It was one of the main highlights of the night… well, at least for me.
We didn’t have the wedding immediately, however. I had to push it back a few months until after the NFL season. The season was one of my bests although this time we didn’t win the Super Bowl. Despite that the media and the public st
ill labeled me as one of the best players of the year and this was cemented when I got the MVP award yet again.
Still, it was a triumph for me and for Emilia. We eventually did get married and we had our reception at one of her newer hotel branches – which was luckily so close to Mercury Wild. Now Trevor’s place had more customers coming in and Emilia’s hotel and more rich and famous patrons as well.
Our wedding wasn’t grandiose but it was what we wanted. It was intimate, it was romantic and it was just us with our close family and friends. Trevor and Jasmine Wild even sponsored our reception party.
Jeremy was now legitimately my son. He now bore my name and we had a DNA testing done too to further legitimize his claim. The little kid was excited about it instead of getting scared about having his blood drawn. It was genuinely adorable to witness.
My life had finally found meaning. I had the girl I always wanted, the son I needed to catch up with and the career that was shining as brightly as ever.
Holding Emilia in my arms, this was what I lived for. I loved her and she loved me too.
The End
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Bonus Story Section
Dr. Sanchez
- A Billionaire Doctor Boss Romance
Story Description
The arrival of a new nurse in my clinic isn’t normally something that interests me too much.
But Janie is different.
She’s sweet, young and full of life. Her new nurse’s uniform fits her a little too perfectly that I can’t take my eyes off her hips and perfect breasts.
Just when things are starting to get on the right track, a terrible twist takes her away from me.
I miss her terribly. I want to make it right. If the Devil turned up that rainy night and offered to strike a deal with me, then I would willingly sign away my soul in return for a second chance with Janie.
Surely this is the moment to say “I love you” for the first time in my life.
Yet, something is holding me back.
The words just can’t reach my lips.
This is An Older Man Younger Woman Romance with a HEA!
Janie
My legs were shaking as I walked into the clinic for my very first day. It was a warm summer’s day and for a fleeting second, I wished I were on the beach or out sailing on my friend Amy’s boat while talking about old times with her.
However, I had spent God knows how many hours of my life studying in order for this moment to arrive. All those years of studying late at night under a flickering light bulb and of being a bag of nerves on exam days had finally paid off.
I still didn’t know how I had managed to land a job as a nurse in the prestigious Sanchez clinic, where the stars went to improve their looks. Sure, all my efforts had led to excellent results in my final exams but I had still expected to start out my career in a run-down urban hospital or in some sort of under-staffed medical center in the middle of nowhere.
Instead, I would be helping the world renowned Dr. Frank Sanchez to treat the rich and famous. Ridiculously wealthy people came here from all over the world to get the best plastic surgery treatments that money could buy.
In fact, just last week I had been transfixed by the sight of a famous pop star’s new nose. I had no idea what her name was – well, I’m more of a classic rock gal these days – but it was rumored that Dr. Frank had worked his magic on her once-massive hooter.
This wasn’t a good day to try on giant high heels for the first time in my life. Yet my little sister -the irrepressible Daisy – had convinced me that it was the best way to make a good impression. No, it was the only way, she insisted.
I stumbled slightly on the thick, luscious carpet that probably cost more than my entire house and tottered up to the reception desk. As I looked up I saw that Doctor Frank Sanchez himself was standing there looking at me with an impenetrable expression on his face.
The doctor was famous for the fabulous wealth and fame that his skill with his hands had given him, as well as for being notoriously shy and reclusive. I had been incredibly nervous before the job interview with him last week and his deep voice and abrupt way of speaking had made me feel even worse.
I had left that interview feeling certain that there had been a certain spark between us, though. He had complimented me on my outfit and there was no doubt that his eyes had lingered just a millisecond longer than they had to. He was too much of a gentleman and a professional to hit on me in an interview but I felt sure that he was interested in me as more than a future nurse in his clinic.
Despite this, I had still felt intimidated by the tall, broad doctor with the swarthy looks when he looked at me with his penetrating gaze. He seemed to the type of man who never really let you know what was going on in his head.
The truth is that I have always had a soft spot for older, intelligent men. The doctor’s longish gray hair and sparkling dark eyes had captivated me in a way that I hadn’t felt for a long time.
He had maintained a youthful look that belied the 20 year age difference between us. Under his crisp, white shirt and casual dark trousers, I could make out the clear signs of a guy who spent a lot of time in the gym.
I tried to shake these thoughts out of my head as Doctor Sanchez wandered over to greet me. However, I have to confess that I stole a glance at his ring finger so see whether my fantasies had even the smallest chance of coming true. There was no ring there.
“Hi Jane, great to see you again. Want to come into my office a moment?” His voice was friendly yet firm, like the kind of guy who knows what he wants and is used to getting it without any fuss. He didn’t seem like the sort of boss that you upset if you wanted to stay here for long.
I brushed lightly against him as he held his office door open for me and felt pleased that I had chosen my favorite silky blouse and knee-length skirt for the occasion. After so long going to lectures with my old baggy clothes on it felt good to look at myself in the mirror and like what I saw in my reflection.
I had no idea what clothes to put on for my first ever day at work and had guessed that I would soon change into a boring nurse’s uniform anyway. Therefore, I had simply decided to put on an outfit that made me feel confident when I looked at myself in the mirror and that would get me off to a flying start.
Was I thinking of Dr. Frank while I slipped on my most expensive and sexiest clothes that morning? Well, the thought of his eyes lingering on my curves like they did in the interview may have passed through my mind as I stood there in my underwear trying to decide.
“You’ll find that I’m strict but overall an easy guy to get along with.” His words broke the spell I had somehow fallen under as I sat in front of the doctor’s desk and looked at the impressive certificates and photos of celebrities all around. “I only get really mad about 3 or 4 times a day.”
Did his eyes betray the fact that he was making a joke, probably to help me to relax? I could easily imagine him getting angry and those deep, dark eyes smoldering with rage. I smiled weakly and shifted slightly in my chair.
“It’s a pleasure to work for you, Dr. Sanchez.”
“Call me Frank.” I knew he was going to say that. “As long as I can call you Jane. Unless there is some other name that you prefer?”
“My friends call me Janie and my grandma called me Sweetiepops.” I blushed slightly. Why the heck was I telling him about my stupid nicknames so soon?
“Maybe we’ll stick to Janie for just now.” A pause while he seemed to be considering whether to carry on. “My grandma used to call me Francisco. She was from Mexico and could never get used to my real name. She died a few years ago.”
The Mexican heritage would explain the deep, dark eyes and the olive colored skin then.
“So did mine. I still miss her.” There was more I wanted to say but now wasn’t the time for spilling personal secrets and talking about heartbreaks at home.
“Do you like Mexican food?”
“Umm...” I had never tried the stuff and weighed u
p whether it was worth lying to my boss in my first few minutes of employment. “I would like to try it.”
Frank got up and walked over to the window without explaining why he had brought up the subject of Mexican cuisine. It was already clear that he was one of those people who liked to jump from one subject to another without any warning.
“Do you like being a doctor?” Wow, I didn’t even know where that question had sprung from but I had said it now.
“What makes you ask a question like that on your first day here?” He looked at me from under heavy eyebrows and I wondered if I had already got on his wrong side for being impertinent and getting too personal.
“I just wondered.”
Frank paced back and forward, looking at the floor, for a few minutes. Finally, he crossed his arms in front of himself and sighed.
“I used to like it. I used to love it. It was the biggest passion in my whole life.”
“But now?” I had no idea why I was grilling him like this but something was making the questions just roll off my tongue.
“But now? Now I’m not so sure. I feel as though I have put off too many other things because of my work. Maybe it’s time to loosen up a bit and find something else that motivates me as much as plastic surgery once did.”
“You look pretty loose to me.”
“I might look loose on the outside but on the inside I’m…well, what’s the opposite of loose, Janie?”
“Tight? Coiled up? Taut?”
“Yeah, all of these things.” He tried to smile it off but I could see that I had hit a nerve without even trying. “Maybe I need a…a…”
He didn’t look like the kind of man who was usually lost for words but Dr. Frank Sanchez looked out of his window while he let the words just trail off into thin air between us. The air suddenly felt heavier and more oppressive in this elegant office.