Accidental Sugar Daddy: A Single Mother, Billionaire Romance

by Kaci Rose

  "That's its baby." He’s breathless and I hear the sounds of him working his cock, but not being able to see him adds a whole new layer of desire.

  "Oh god, I can tell you’re close. I can see that pussy looking for my cock to grab on too." He moans.

  I work my clit faster and cry out his name.

  "That’s it, cum for me now, Ellie." That little command ignites an explosion in me, and waves of pleasure hit me. My legs start to shake and then give out completely.

  I take a minute to catch my breath before I reach over and grab the phone. Owen has his head thrown back on the chair and he's breathing hard. When he looks up at me, I can see the pleasure written on his face.

  "Ellie, baby." He angles the phone so I can see his cock and stomach covered in cum.

  "You did that. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. Though I miss you, a night away is worth it for that. We both need to get cleaned up. Let me call you back in ten minutes, okay?" I nod, clean myself and pull on one of his T-shirts.

  He video calls me and he’s lying in bed.

  "Hey, baby." He gives me a sexy smile. "I look good on you."

  "Next best thing since I can't have you." I lay down and prop the phone up next to me. "Tell me about this trip."

  "It's an app company that two brothers started. They have a couple of apps that are hot right now. Their problem is they don't want to run the business end of it, they just want to focus on app development. I want to come in, buy their company and any current apps, and have them create new ones. Since I already have a marketing division, we’ll do that as well. I was here today to do the initial paperwork and work out the percentages they would make, and their role in the company. They want to stay and work in Kansas City and I okayed it, as long as they were okay to come to Knoxville for meetings as needed. They agreed, and we signed the papers over dessert."

  "Wow, Owen, that's amazing."

  "Yeah, they’re nice guys. We’re going to breakfast in the morning before I leave, and they’ll be going to go over what they’re working on now."

  "Other than this, I don't know exactly what you do." I laugh. I can't believe I’ve not asked him before this.

  He grins, and it's so sexy. "I mostly do property development like that subdivision, Elk Flatts, on the east side of town."

  "The one with the fancy houses and stone fronts?"

  "Yes, I developed the subdivision and designed the houses. I have another one going in on the south side at a lower price point. I've done three others in Chattanooga too. I also own two buildings downtown, the one my office is in and another one about the same size. We rent out thee office spaces. In addition, I own the property several cell phone towers are on and get a commission each month from them. In the last few years, I've been taking on different investments."

  "Like what?"

  "Well, this app company for one. I also invested in a high-end property flipper who specializes in historic homes. I put up the money and he flips them, and we split the profit fifty-fifty. I like preserving the old homes here."

  We talk more about our day and the girls, before we both drift off to sleep.

  "Get some rest, baby. I’ll see you in a few hours."

  "I love you, Owen."

  "I love you too, Ellie."

  Chapter 19

  Ellie

  I get so wrapped up in my writing the next day; I don’t hear Owen come home until he wraps his arm around me.

  "I missed you." He murmurs right before his lips land on mine. When he pulls back, he has a huge smile on his face, which is contagious and has me smiling too.

  "How far are you on your book?"

  "I'm about seventy-five percent done, why?"

  "That’s good because I talked to a friend of mine who’s a literary agent and I told her about your book. She likes the idea and wants to see the first three chapters.”

  I stiffen at the thought of showing my work to a professional. I know that had always been the plan, but that was way, way, way, in the future, not today. Owen picks up on my concern right away, of course.

  "What’s wrong?" He asks with concern all on his face.

  "I don't know how I feel about it."

  "Why?" He takes my hand in his, offering me comfort.

  "Well, is she really interested in the book or is she more interested in you?"

  This makes Owen laugh. "She would be more interested in you, plus she has a girlfriend. Also, I didn’t tell her who you are to me, just that I had heard about your book."

  Could she really be interested in my book? A tingle of excitement runs through me, and then the nerves hit.

  "Will you read through the chapters for me? I’ve edited the book myself, but I want it more polished before I send it off."

  "I'd be offended if you didn't ask me to read it," he kisses my cheek.

  We spend the night reading the chapters making sure they’re ready to go before he sends them off. The second he hits the send button; my nerves were shot, and Owen distracts me in the best way possible.

  With multiple orgasms.

  ∞∞∞

  The next day is the military gala event and I'm excited. I've been doing my research, and it's a facility for the wounded military. They can go and get specialized treatment they need to recover. Everything from learning how to walk with a new prosthetic, to physical therapy, and even PTSD treatment. The facility will provide assistance to transition back to the civilian world either by helping them go back to school or find jobs.

  Once in the car, I turn to Owen, "Did you know the facility is on a historic southern plantation? Oakside Plantation, and it's a nonprofit. Lexi and Noah started it after Noah needed help, but there was nowhere for him to go in the area."

  "You looked into them," Owen smirks, but I can tell he's proud I care.

  "Yes, I love their mission. Right now, they’re raising money to fix up the barn and do some expansion. Also, they’d like to bring in animal therapy experts. I want to help them, Owen, I want to go down and volunteer. The facility is close to Savannah and we could go for a weekend. The girls would love the beach and even helping with the horses, which would give them experience for when they get their own."

  "Well, let's talk to them tonight and see the best way we can help, okay?"

  I nod, almost bouncing in my seat. I realized earlier today I was looking at Owen's money all wrong. He wants to spoil me and do things to make me happy. That doesn't have to mean the money is spent on me. We can help organizations like this, and I can be hands-on, and that excites me.

  It's our turn to get out of the car, and I find I'm not even nervous anymore to face the line of photographers. Tonight, I'm in a light blush chiffon dress that’s tight around the chest and flows loosely from the waist down with a belt of flowers built in.

  I smile as we get out of the car and pose for pictures with Owen. Many of the reporters are asking questions about us and Owen introduces me as his girlfriend and the cameras go wild snapping photos. One reporter makes the statement that Owen hasn't had a confirmed girlfriend since his fiancé. Owen just smiles and looks at me.

  I notice Clara getting out of the car behind ours and she’s heard it all. The look on her face would send the devil himself into hiding. A sick part of me hopes she gets caught on camera with that look.

  We move around the event space talking to people, while Owen keeps his hand on my waist and is constantly kissing my temple and whispering in my ear, asking if I need anything.

  After we get our drinks and sit down, I realize I'm sitting next to Lexi from Oakside.

  "Oh, I'm so excited to meet you! I was doing research on your facility this week and I’m interested."

  "Oh, you’re so sweet, Ellie. This is my husband, Noah."

  Noah looks over, and if I wasn't prepared, I might have gasped. Half his face is covered in scars and the skin is slightly raised with several scars across his cheek and jaw. I saw the before and after pictures on their website and it's incredible what the
plastic surgeon was able to do.

  "Nice to meet you, I read about your story on your website. Thank you for your service." Noah shakes my hand and nods. "This is my Owen." I introduce Owen and Noah goes to sit next to him and they get lost in their conversation making Lexi and I laugh.

  While Owen and Noah are talking, his hand is always on my thigh or holding my hand and Lexi sees and makes a comment about it. We talk all through dinner about how Noah and Lexi met and how they came to start up Oakside.

  "I don't know how long you’re in town for, but I'd love to have you over for dinner. Owen has an amazing chef and I’m great with desserts, I used to work at a bakery."

  "We'd love too, as long as you are okay with dogs."

  "Absolutely! My girls would go crazy over a dog to play with!"

  "I don't know if he's ever been around children, but he’s well trained. He's a retired military police dog, hurt in action. He's in need of some help. He lost one of his legs. I couldn't turn him down, plus I think having animals on the property will help the residents. We have therapy dogs come in several times a week and the guys enjoy the interaction."

  "Oh, that's awesome! I was telling Owen on the way here I'd love to come down for a few days and see the place and help where I can."

  "We would love to have you! The house Noah and I stay in is on the property and we have plenty of room if you want to stay with us!"

  We talk all through dessert about things to do in Knoxville while they’re here.

  After dinner, Lexi shares the story of how Oakside came to be and Noah tells his story which brings tears to many eyes. Two men get up after Noah and speak about how much Oakside helped them not just heal, but to transition back into civilian life after being discharged.

  I lean over to Owen after the last speech and whisper in his ear, "Whatever you donated tonight, double it."

  Owen smiles at me with a twinkle in his eye, "Done."

  We stay much later than normal, having a great time and talking to everyone.

  ∞∞∞

  I wake up Monday and can't keep the smile off my face. After we left the military gala Saturday night, we fell asleep in each other's arms making plans on when we can get down to the Savannah area to visit and help out.

  Sunday Owen surprised us and took us to the cabin in Gatlinburg. Boy can money talk because we had only just talked about it days before and now, he owns it. He had a decorator there, making notes of the changes we wanted and getting started.

  Owen says it will be ready for Christmas and is thinking we should spend the holiday there.

  When we get home, my happy mood is busted the second I see five missed calls from a blocked number and no voice mails. My first thought is a spam call, but they don't call from blocked phone numbers normally.

  My mind immediately goes down the rabbit hole of everything that could be wrong. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach is the same one I had the day the kid's dad walked out, and when my parents were in a car accident and my mom broke her arm.

  It's making me unsettled. I want to pull the girls and Owen into this room, not leaving all day, but I know it's not practical. I head down the hall and check in on the girls. They’re sound asleep. I still have twenty minutes before I need to wake them up, so I stand in the doorway and watch over them.

  I don't hear Owen come up behind me until he wraps his arms around my waist. He runs his nose up the back of my neck until his mouth is next to my ear.

  "What's wrong, baby?" He whispers.

  I close the girl’s door and walk back to our room.

  "I don't know, just this feeling I have."

  I show him my phone with the missed calls.

  "Come shower with me and let me relax you," he says in a soothing voice.

  We shower then wake up the girls. Mia walks in as we sit down for breakfast and she has the same feeling. Owen finally admits to it too, then disappears into the other room as I tell Mia about the missed calls.

  "It could be nothing, I hope it's nothing," I say.

  "Okay, I called and had security tightened around the house. They’re bringing in a few more guys and one will stay with the girls at school and one will be by your side, Mia. You can say it's too much, but I'm not messing with any of your safety. If you leave the house, you’ll have a security guy with you at all times," Owen says looking at me.

  I nod, I know he's right. It's better to be safe than sorry.

  "Well, I'll take the girls to school. I have a few errands to run, then I'm staying home all day to write."

  With that, we all part ways. By lunchtime, the pit in my stomach feels larger than the Grand Canyon. I call both Mia and Owen to check up on them, and also the girl’s school to check in on them, and even talk to mom and dad on the way back to the house.

  When I get home, it's quiet. Almost too quiet. I find Ryan in the kitchen reading a new cookbook he’s been talking about.

  "Tell me what are your thoughts on candied Salmon?" Ryan asks without even looking up.

  "That some things just shouldn't be candied?" I smile.

  "Exactly. I don't know... Oh, babe, what's wrong?" Ryan's face falls when he finally looks at me.

  "I have this weird feeling and I'm going to sound like the biggest baby, but would you mind hanging out with me? I'm going to sit here, be quiet and write. I can't stand the thought of being alone right now."

  "I’m not going anywhere. I need to plan dinner and was wanting to make salmon, maybe finding something the girls would eat."

  "We went out last year for my mom's birthday and the place had a lemon cream sauce on their salmon, both girls cleaned their plate."

  "On it!" He starts pulling up recipes on his phone and we chat occasionally, but I don't get a single word written.

  About thirty minutes before I need to leave to pick up the girls, the doorbell rings.

  "Clive has today off," Ryan says. I hesitate and look at the door. "You can answer it I’m right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

  I know he’s trying to calm me, but for some reason it doesn’t work. But still I nod, figuring if they made it through security, I should be safe opening the door.

  I almost faint seeing Carl, my ex, at the door. He looks worse than the last time I saw him. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days and his hair and clothing are disheveled, though they look fairly clean.

  "Hello Carl," I manage in a much more even tone than I thought possible.

  "Well, look at you miss high and snooty."

  I'm instantly on alert and it's then I notice not one security guy. I start to close the door without saying a word, but Carl is quicker and shoves his foot in the entrance.

  "What can I do for you Carl," I sigh.

  "Well, I'd like to see my daughters," He sneers at me.

  "Carl, first it's not your scheduled visitation time, and second they’re at school." I try to stay calm, though my mind is anything but.

  "Well, I’ll just pick them up from school then."

  "They won't let you," I tell him.

  "What do you mean they won't let me?"

  "You aren't on the approved pick up list since the custody papers state you are to pick them up from me."

  "Oh, we need to talk about this custody agreement," he says.

  My mind races. Could he mean he wants to sign his rights away? I'd lose the child support, but I'd rather just be done with him. I'm sure the thought of not having to pay child support anymore would appeal to him.

  So, I open the door and invite him in.

  "Let's talk in the living room in the back." I lead him through the foyer. Ryan eyes me as we walk in, but having him nearby calms me a bit. Also, if Ryan is in the kitchen, most of the time he’ll have a direct view of us.

  "Oh, look goody two shoes doesn't even have to cook her own food anymore. Must be nice fucking a billionaire."

  Before I turn back to face Carl, I paste on a fake smile.

  "Have a seat. Ryan made some cookies earlier and I'll have him
bring out something to drink. Would you like lemonade or tea?"

  "Lemonade with a shot of whiskey."

  I calmly walk back to the kitchen and out of Carl's eyesight.

  "Help!" I whisper to Ryan. "Take my phone, text Mia and tell her to pick up the kids and take them to my parents and not bring them here. Tell her Carl is here. Then text Owen an SOS and have him get home right now. Then bring out some lemonade, do not add the whiskey, and please keep an eye on us."

  Ryan nods as he takes my phone. I grab the plate of cookies and head back into the living room.

  "Ryan will bring our drinks out in a minute." I sit down on the couch across from Carl, putting the coffee table between us.

  "What would you like to talk about Carl?" I ask trying to get the ball rolling yet trying to stay calm. The more he talks, the more time I can stall so Ryan can get the texts out. Then I have a fleeting thought, can I even call the cops since I did technically invite him inside. The thought is gone as soon as he starts talking.

  "Look at the life you got here," he holds his arms open wide then leans back on the couch and folds his hands. "Fucking a billionaire and conning him to pay for your kids. Smart move Ellie," he nods in approval.

  I cringe at how he talks about Owen and my relationship, but don’t say anything. I've never seen him like this. He would never drink when we were together. Even on his twenty-first birthday, he ordered one, then wanted to go home to spend time with our kids. I figure right now maybe if I just let him talk, I can buy some time. That’s all I need is some time for Ryan to send off the texts and get help.

  "You even have someone else taking care of the kids. Why am I even paying child support?" He says looking out the window.

  "Because they’re your kids and they still have needs. You know food, clothes, school field trips, eye exams, dentist visits," I list off.

  "All of which your new man can pay for. Obviously, he's paying for a roof over your head and someone to cook your food. Why do I have to pay for it?"

  I start to see the big picture. Money. It always comes down to money. I sigh.

  "If you want to change the agreement, we can go back to court. You’ll have two options. The first one the visitation will change since you haven't seen them once since you signed the papers. Less visitation means you’ll pay more money. Or you can sign your rights away and never have to pay another dime."