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The Billionaire’s Surprise Heir: A Second Chance, Secret Baby Romance

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by Tara Brent


  “Please stay, Tiffany," I manage, gaining my confidence back now that I’m seated and looking upon a woman I thought I’d never see again. "Let’s at least do some catching up.”

  Her face is still as beautiful as the day I met her. She always hated her freckles, but I adored them.

  “It’s good to see you, Tiffany.” I give her my best smile on the hope of easing the tension. “I imagine so much has happened since we parted ways?”

  She says nothing and stares directly at the table. I wish she would look up so I can stare into her deep green eyes, like I used to do, so many years ago.

  “You haven’t changed much.” I try to get her talking. “Mind you, it’s only been, what, erm...”

  “Six years, Calvin, that’s how long it’s been,” she replies, showing no signs of pleasure at seeing an old friend.

  “This is all coincidental,” I tell her. “But, now that we’re both here, let’s enjoy a meal together, like old friends.”

  Tiffany sips at the glass of white wine that she’s holding. I’m wishing I had something a little stronger. A cold chill emanates from her mood, although I don’t know why we’re on bad terms like this.

  “You don’t look pleased to see me?” I say. “Did we part in a bad way?”

  “No, we didn’t, Calvin. I’m shocked, that’s all,” she replies, looking a little more relaxed. “Of course I’m pleased to see you, but you weren’t what I was expecting.”

  “Tell me, what were you expecting? What did Mia tell you about your blind date?”

  “Well, she said you were handsome and that we would be a good match”

  “That’s all she said?” I asked.

  “Pretty much, yeah. Look, I don’t want to bruise your ego, but to be honest, I’m mainly here because of the restaurant,” Tiffany tells me. “I wanted to have an enjoyable evening. I wasn’t actually that interested in the dating side of things.”

  “Yes, it’s the best in San Francisco,” I say, glad to have a topic to talk about. I’ve never been one to be lost for words, but I’m not sure how to take this date forward. For some reason, Tiffany still seems hostile. As I recall, we ended our relationship mutually, so we could both make progress with our careers.

  The waiter calls at our table and Tiffany is happy for me to order. I decide on the tasting menu, a small serving of just about everything on the menu. At least that way, there will be something we can both enjoy.

  It seems like an eternity before our food is served, and we sit opposite each other making small talk. I remember that when we were together six years ago, we never stopped talking. We always had the same interests as each other. It seems that has now changed.

  When the waiter returns with the Lazy Susan, it's a relief to have something to focus on. “Ah, here they come to lay out the food. Shall we go to the bar and give them room to work?”

  Tiffany agrees and we make our way to the bar while the Chinese waiters set out our table. I’m determined to make this evening work, for old times’ sake. Tiffany is a girl who's often been in the forefront of my mind. It will be good to catch up. I order drinks as we sit on bar stools, both looking like we’re on our first date ever.

  Chapter 5

  “It’s like we never parted”

  “I can’t believe I allowed you to talk me into coming back to a hotel room,” I say as he pours us both a large glass of sparkling white wine. “Wow, now that’s a good glass of wine, anyone would think you’re trying to get me drunk.”

  “Ahh, a tried and tested trick. I knew that if I could get you to come for a drink in the hotel bar, I could smooth the way to get you up here,” he blatantly admits to me.

  “Hmm, remind me why I agreed to come to a hotel bar?” I ask, not remembering how or why I got there.

  “I was going to change my shirt after I splashed it with wine, but in the end I didn’t want to leave you, not for one moment.”

  “Yes. I remember the incident now,” I chuckle. “I bet you splashed wine on your shirt on purpose, you sly one.”

  “You will never know,” he grins back at me. “You know, we’ve talked about every topic on the planet but not one word about ourselves,” he says, sitting down next to me on a huge couch.

  I’m not sure I can trust myself with him so close. This is not your average kinda guy, and I'm attracted to this hunk of a male. I always was, and he’s matured into a fine- looking man. His thick dark hair sits in short messy waves on his head. I notice a small piece of hair on his forehead that looks like it does its own thing when he brushes it back. Whilst he has a longish chin and beautiful teeth, what I like most are the creases around the sides of his mouth. When he smiles those creases lead up to his deep brown eyes that brighten up under thick bushy brows. If ever you could call a nose strong, it is his. His whole aura is offset with a strength that I can remember well from when we were together.

  Add to that he’s tall and broad-chested and, no doubt, well-muscled underneath those clothes. A sudden warmth tingles between my legs at the thought of seeing his naked body, and my face flushes with heat.

  “Are you okay?” He asks, with genuine concern in his voice. “Considering you said you only came on this date for the experience of Mia’s restaurant, you hardly touched the food.

  “I don’t want to talk about us, Calvin,” I bring up the courage to tell him. Hopefully, I won't need to give a reason. “For now, let’s enjoy each other's company. Even better, let’s pretend we don’t know each other, at all.”

  “Well, we don’t know each other that well,” he replies, moving a little closer to me and staring right into my eyes.

  He’s right. We don’t know each other that well. We were only together a few weeks, and that was over six years ago. He has no idea that I have a huge secret, and I want it to remain that way. There’s no way am I telling him about our son. This is not going to happen.

  “Look, I should go,” I say, attempting to sit up.

  He reaches out and puts his a large hairy hand on my arm. He always was very masculine in his features. His touch is electric and my tummy quivers with butterflies. Then, I smell his aura. It’s an aroma that stirs deep passions within me. Memories come flooding back of our passionate lovemaking. An urge to brush my lips over the skin on his throat overcomes me. Instead, I inhale that deep masculine fragrance of his. If only I could bottle how he smells, though I’d better not tell him that. He leans in towards me and his voice is husky.

  “I promise I will ask no questions if you don't want me to,” he says, his lips almost brushing against my ear.

  And then it happens!

  His roughened cheek touches mine. My heart feels as if it might burst open, it's beating that fast. For the first time in years, a rush of passion passes through me. How can he stir such emotions in my heart? As our cheeks touch, he turns his head towards me and presses his lips firmly on mine.

  My eyes close and I float on a cloud of passion. As darkness surrounds me I can’t control my body. His aroma fills me with a deep urge I have only experienced a few times in my life, and that was with him. No other man has ever managed to show me how to float on this cloud. I’m lost as I succumb to whatever Calvin desires.

  I have to stop this but I can’t. I’m locked in time and my desires have overcome any sense of decorum. A whole colony of butterflies has taken refuge inside my stomach, and the heat between my legs is unbearable. My inhibitions are loosened by the wine and I am his for the taking. He’s irresistible and I can’t resist his tongue as he probes it into my mouth, searching out my own. Should I object? No! It feels so right. He stirs a passion inside me that I’d forgotten even existed, and I succumb to his attention, willingly.

  Calvin moves closer and pins me beneath his muscular body as he presses down onto mine. He holds my arms above my head with firm strong hands. I’m utterly lost in a sea of lust. All the promises I made to myself are broken. This is the man I want. The man I’ve always wanted. He is all I desire and I cannot refuse him.
r />   Feeling his soft lips brush my skin, he places delicate kisses on my neck. I hear a deep moan and realize that it's me groaning with pleasure. His tongue lashes its way across my cleavage and he nibbles me gently with those perfect teeth. Waves of electrical sexual impulses rush through my body and I plunge further into my passionate trance.

  Pulling down the shoulder straps of my dress, he exposes my bare breasts. Instinctively, I arch my back and push them into his face. My nipples come free from the confining underwear that he unfastened with expertise, I groan again. Calvin buries his face in my soft mounds of rippling flesh and his lips search out my stiff, extended buds. As he engulfs them in the warmth of his wet mouth, I cry out in ecstasy.

  Insistent hands move down to lift my skirt line. Those same hands are soon in my panties and deft fingertips brush against my clit, forcing another low moan from my lips. Soon my panties are removed as are the rest of my clothes, and I'm completely naked. His eyes run over my body and I feel no shame as my most intimate regions are exposed to him. He pushes up onto his knees, watching my nakedness. I hear his sharp intake of breath as if he likes what he sees and it drives my passion deeper.

  As I lay on the large sofa I'm lost in my own lust filled world. He stands up and starts to undress. Revealing a sculptured muscled body, his shirt slips off his shoulders. I marvel at the chiseled form that was hidden underneath his clothes. I'm transfixed as he removes his pants and reveals his manhood. A fat stiff rod stands up firm and proud from his body, and, it’s all for me.

  He returns and I embrace him in my arms. Our nakedness presses together and our lips lock once again in a passionate frenzy. His stiffness presses against my thigh and I want it so bad. I wish he’d hurry and take me. Instead, he caresses around my belly button and moves down lower. It tickles as his fingers make their way down onto my feminine mound. Strong fingers slip between my naked legs and probe at my wetness. I can’t help whimpering as his fingertips brush at my sensitive love nub. All control is lost when those probing fingers invade my body. My animalistic senses cause me to buck my hips up and down with the rhythm of his hand.

  A hot fire builds deep inside of me. If he continues like this, I know I won’t last long. As if he reads my thoughts, he pulls his hand away from my pussy, leaving it empty. Momentarily, I pine for the return of those magical fingers. He does not disappoint and in moments he replaces them with something far better.

  His knee presses between my legs and I open them wider for him as he climbs between. There it is, the very tip of his manhood pressing against my labia. For a second, he holds it there as if he’s teasing me. Then I feel him thrusting his erection until his dick is completely buried inside of me.

  “Ohhh, Tiff,” he whispers in my ear. “We both need this, baby.”

  “Ohhh. Yes, yes. Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cry out with no shame. I want this man and I want him now!

  My words must have had the desired effect because he thrusts in and out of me relentlessly. I can’t resist and I respond to every probe, bucking my hips in unison. Calvin’s solid rhythm is sending me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

  He pulls my legs up and drapes my feet on his shoulders. This allows his fat shaft to probe even deeper inside of me. I respond by raking my nails across his back, enough to draw blood. There is no response as he continues to fuck me. We pound, in and out, in and out in perfect harmony. Our lustful desires keep us completely in sync. Both of us greedily trying to reach the point of no return.

  Something gives inside of me from the pressure that’s been building up. A feeling of utter release. I don’t remember ever feeling such intense and pure pleasure and I scream out with a cry of delight. Calvin follows and he cries out with his own pleasure. His big hands grab hold of my naked shoulders and he continues to thrust ever deeper inside of my body. His huge erection swells to a new thickness until his warm, sticky seed ejaculates inside of me.

  Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through us both as we climax together. Riding the waves we are oblivious to the world. Nothing matters but the animalistic desires we have for each other, right at this moment in time.

  And it’s all over in moments. He collapses on top of me. It takes no time for me to regret my actions. What the hell did I do? Tears stream out of my eyes, I can’t help it. What the hell am I blubbering for?

  “Hey, baby,” I hear his soft voice say in concern, as he realizes my dilemma. “Is this a good sign or a bad one?”

  “I...I...have to go,” I sob, pushing him off of me and grabbing for my clothes as I run into the bathroom. “I’m sorry...I need to get home.”

  “Tiff, hey, we’re not complete strangers you know,” he speaks through the door. I come out dressed in contrast to his nakedness. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I sob. “You are wonderful.”

  With that, I run out the door and into the elevator, which luckily is open. He can’t follow me because he’s not dressed, so I hope I have time to get in a cab and drive off before he does. If he does?

  Cinderella’s Bag

  By the time I’ve dressed and run after Tiffany, the cab’s pulling away with her inside. I don’t understand why she reacted that way. What I do know though, is that we are good together. As we made out, all the good memories of our previous relationship came flooding back. If I recall correctly, we were only together around two weeks, but it was a very memorable two weeks.

  Waiting for the elevator to take me back up to my room, my thoughts overflow with Tiffany. I knew all those years ago that she was special but I had big plans for my life and they didn't involve her. No way was I letting any woman get in my way. What a dick I was!

  The bellboy looks at me, wondering why I slammed my hand on the wall.

  “It's a woman thing,” I tell him and he nods understandingly.

  Back at the hotel suite, I get myself ready to visit my new niece, at least that's one positive thing in my life

  An hour later I’m sat on the couch next to Mia and Lilly. I’m certain she’s smiling at me but Mia tells me it’s only wind.

  “I promise I didn’t know, Calvin,” Mia says as she warms up a bottle of her milk. “What are the odds of that happening? It must be an omen.”

  “You and your omens,” I say with a skeptical note that’s clear in my voice. "You’ll find that the word is ‘coincidence.’ No matter anyway. Whatever it is, I need to see her again. I need to understand exactly what happened last night. I’m not used to women running out on me.”

  “Hmm, you sure that’s all it is?” she laughs.

  I ignore her and ask about my missing brother, realizing he’s not around. “So, where is he anyway?”

  “Gone to get diapers,” she replies.

  “Don’t you have a helper for that, or what about that nurse?”

  “Oh, Calvin, you have a lot to learn,” she says, feeding Lilly. “I suggest you leave the room if you don’t want the image of your niece tainted” she jokes. “I'm about to do her diaper and her bottom is not sweet in the least, or at least not what comes out of it.”

  I go to look out the window, I do love this view of the San Francisco Bridge. “We don’t have people to do everything as you do, Calvin,” Mia tells me with a more serious tone to her voice.

  “I don’t have people to do everything, I reply. “Only the things that I don’t have time for.”

  “Yes you do,” she comes back at me in an instant. “In every one of your homes, you have gardeners, cleaners and even chefs.”

  “Well, they don’t count, I need them and besides, they only work when I’m in residence.”

  “In residence?” she makes fun of me. “You sound like you’re a member of a royal family. Do you raise the flags when you’re in residence?”

  “What’s wrong with you today, Mia? You know how hard we all worked to get where we are.”

  She wafts a clean diaper at me, “Don’t listen to me, Calvin. I'm quite emotional these days. “I’ve got a cell
number for her if you want to get in touch.”

  “Yes I do, I need to get things straightened out between us, and I can't leave it like this. I thought about going to the clinic where you had Lilly.”

  “No, you shouldn’t do that. She might think you’re a stalker.” Mia smiles but there’s a serious tone to her voice.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” I agree. “Seems I’ve already made some huge emotional impact. I don’t want to make things any worse, but I have to speak to her.”

  “It sounds like you’re besotted,” Mia looks surprised. “What’s so special about Tiffany Miller?”

  “I don’t know, yet, but she’s still the beautiful Scottish-American redhead that I remember. There’s something between us that...erm...clicks.”

  “Well, here’s her number but I don’t know if it’s a personal number or only related to work, so tread carefully,” Mia warns me. “If she ran off like Cinderella, there must be a reason.”

  “I thought you said she was single and a loner?”

  “I didn’t say she was a loner, I said she was lonely, there's a difference,” Mia replies.

  I remembered Mia saying we were alike because we both had something missing in our lives. I’d guessed she meant a stable relationship. I've had many relationships with women, money definitely helps. That was the first thing we noticed as we grew wealthier. It attracted beautiful girls, which at the time I loved. These days I’m a bit more discerning. I suppose that’s part of the reason why I never found "the one." You get to the point where you don’t let anyone get close. But, for Tiffany, I have no barriers. This was a girl I used to have fun with.

  “Look,” Mia interrupts my thoughts. “You can’t go barging in with all guns blazing. Remember the stalker thing!”

  “I forgot to tell you, she left this behind.” Picking up a plain gift bag, I pull out a glittering evening bag. I'd hidden it in the gift bag as I hadn't wanted to carry around a ladies handbag.

 

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