“I’ve never been one to take chances with anything. You know that better than anyone. Have you really forgotten how easy it is for me to make them believe that I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve? I have them wrapped around my little finger from the moment I bat my eyelashes at them. Take the money and leave while you still can. I found out by going through his phone that an investigation has been conducted on his behalf with some unsavory characters you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.” She was giving him the proper incentive to walk away without getting into hot water.
“I’ve already taken care of that investigation. I don’t know much about cleaning up after making a mess. I did take the precaution of leaving your fingerprints at the scene of the crime. You weren’t going to leave, but now you have no choice. Nobody is going to ruin what is going to make me fat and happy on a tropical beach.”
“I’m afraid to ask, but what exactly have you done which is making me feel nauseous to my stomach?” Claire found his cocksure attitude to be vexing.
“You’ve always said that I was never one to get my hands dirty and, for the most part, you were right. I don’t know when to stop when I get too close to the fire. I’m bound to get burned, but I’m not the only one standing in the blaze. Killing has always been easy for me. I always liked the way I feel when I’m conducting business in that manner.” He wallowed in the depravity of watching Kirk and Derek dying at his hand.
“I never signed up to kill anyone. You have stepped over a line that you can not come back from. Taking me with you was a selfish act of a petty man. Get out of my sight and I never want to see you again.” She thought it was possible to stay and put down roots, but Nicholas had taken her paradise out of her hands. It was time to show him this girl had teeth and knew how to use them.
“I’m perfectly fine with dissolving our relationship and I’ve grown tired of trying to get into your pants. It was easy at the beginning, but then you became more selective with who you took to bed. Send me a postcard from wherever you land and maybe I will return the favor. I wouldn’t count on it. I might be too busy rolling around on a bed covered with cash and beautiful women.” He got up and found himself surrounded by a SWAT team. They were wearing riot gear and brandishing weapons that could turn him into ribbons.
“Killing has never been easy…leaving your fingerprints at the scene… I don’t know when to stop…” She was playing the tape recorded on her phone. It was more than enough ammunition to bury him in behind 6-feet of concrete with bars to take away his freedom.
“I will get out and there will be no place for you to hide from me. You fucking bitch and I mean that with all the venom spewing from my mouth.” He was hauled away and he turned with one last thing to say.
He found she was no longer sitting in the same spot. The evidence was hard to ignore and would become the nail in his coffin in the courtroom.
***
They were sitting in his car a few hours later. She had to turn over the evidence to get the deal of a lifetime.
“I’ve been in touch with the prosecutor and your testimony is more than enough. They don’t need you to be there in person. I talked to them and made it quite clear your testimony was contingent on you getting a pass. They couldn’t speak for other states, but your record has been expunged and there will be no charges levied against you.” It was decided at the last minute to change the plans to focus on getting him to incriminate himself on tape. It was only after Eric found out about Kirk and Derek that he had to adjust the plan.
“He has friends in low places and I recognize the need for vengeance in his eyes. I would suggest they throw him in a deep dark hole without communication with the rest of the world. They won’t want to accommodate any such request from me. My name has been on the police’s lips for quite some time and slipping through their grasp for a bigger fish won’t sit well with them.” She was in the back seat with the driver upfront navigating the streets.
“I would love to tell you that I can leave everything behind, but I can’t do that. I can promise to keep you safe, but it’s not something I have very much control over. You have a choice to make and I will accept whatever you decide.” He waited and there was definitely a battle going on inside her.
“I’m not going anywhere and he will have to take you out of my cold dead hands. Come to think of it, I could use some comfort and what better way is there than grabbing onto something hard to ignore.” She released him from the confines of his pants and was stroking up and down with her eyes on the prize the entire time.
“I’ve decided to come full circle and I offered a deal considerably over market value for what has become an obsession. The money I gave you has been earmarked for this property which you have dangled in front of me from the moment we met.” He was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying.
Her hand was slippery with his juices. They were moving up over the head where it was the most sensitive.
“I see that you’re a man of considerable means and I never want to lose my independence. I can be quite stubborn at times, but I can also compromise when it means something. I sometimes feel like I’m breathing underwater. I’m glad that you are there to breathe new life into my body.” She was definitely bringing him to a slow boil with the head quite plump and showing signs of his arousal.
“I was hoping a woman like you would come into my life. I would have enjoyed it more without the drama, but I will take what I can get.” He was moving with the motion of her hands and using the momentum to keep him right on the verge of going off.
“I’ve never seen you as a Casanova and the feelings you project are genuine. There’s a real tenderness in your eyes and it took a lot for you to understand where I was coming from.”
The car came to a halt and she unclenched her fist from around his prominent organ. Laughing like a schoolgirl, she ran from his pursuit while looking over her shoulders to see that his cock was still dangling from outside his fly.
“There’s no escaping and there’s nowhere to run.” He could feel the cool breeze of the ocean and followed a trail of her clothes with her naked body on display from behind.
She was waiting for him around the corner and then jumped on his back using the momentum and her weight to bring him down into the sand. Getting him on his back wasn’t hard, which definitely couldn’t be said for another part of his overactive libido.
“I’m naked and I kind of find it erotic to have you still in your clothes. I’m going to leave quite the stain on your pants. You know how I get when I’m cumming with the intensity to make me see stars.” She was rubbing the head of his cock against the smoothness of her inner thighs.
The shaft was sliding back and forth with enough friction to cause her body to react in the most profound way.
The wetness of her sex and the heat of her discharge along his driving spike were making it difficult to stay in a prone position. He lifted her precariously into the air with her knees bent and then lowered her onto the heated column of his love.
He knew every curve on her body like the back of his hand. There was no hurry and taking it slow was going to drive them both around the bend.
“I don’t need any help twisting you into a pretzel. I’m willing to lie here at your mercy, but you’re going to have to give me a sign that is what you want.” Their limbs were tangled around one another.
Her hands had paint brushed over his body, paying particular attention to his hardened nipples.
“Eric, when are you going to learn that women are usually the one in power in a relationship? It doesn’t have to be a bad thing when you have a woman like me ready to jump your bones at a moment’s notice. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way that I do about you. I might be biased, but the fire in my heart is never going to go out.” His cock had entered into the furnace of her nubile, young body. The juices were coating his inches all the way down to the balls.
“I have a lot to learn and a good teacher.” His teacher was lying
over top of him, grinding in a circle and enjoying the flavor of his mouth blinding her to her past.
“Not to worry, I grade on a curve.” She was pulling at his chest hairs and thrusting her chest against his mouth.
She looked up and saw the house which was going to become their love nest. They were basically going to be snubbing their nose at Nicholas who was fuming behind bars looking for his pound of flesh.
“I always feel like somebody is watching me and I hope they are getting their fill of a very good show. I don’t need the lights out and seeing the expression on your face is priceless.” Taking a hold of her hips, he began to piston making the slapping motion of their bodies coming together sound like clapping thunder.
“I don’t know what is happening to me, but I think I like it a little more than I should. I would never be fully complacent and I will always be looking over my shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s ingrained into me. I hope that you’re not alarmed when you wake up to find me standing at the window with a pensive look on my face.” Claire felt like this happiness could slip through her fingers and was holding on for dear life.
“I will say that you coming into my life took me by surprise. Nobody is ever going to think twice about the way that we feel about one another.” Eric brought her down for a kiss to melt the polar icecaps. He turned her and heard her squeal with him now on his knees with her ankles in his hands.
“A man like you could have any woman and yet you have eyes only for me. I’ve made some bad decisions in my life, but being with you isn’t one of them. The feel of your cock and the way that you look at me sends me to the moon and back.” She was pushing herself past her endurance and sliding across the sand was like a dream come true.
“A woman like you could have any man and yet you found yourself falling for me. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m not going to pull at that thread too hard. If I could turn back time, I would do things differently and maybe take back all the words that would hurt another human being.” She only knew that what she did was because of a necessity for survival. Words were like weapons and she knew how to wield a seductive tone with the best of them.
“Don’t stop now, when you’re so close to putting a smile on my face.” He was sucking her big toes and holding them to his chest at the same time.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She was throwing sand in the air over anxious and quite elated by the fire burning out of control.
“I’m right there with you and together we can conquer the world. Yes…squeeze all of it out of me…AHHHHHH.” They were breaking the sound barrier with screams of delight and then they slumped together in post-coital bliss.
***
They would soon find out she was pregnant and they were having a baby boy. They had a heart to heart with his wife and she left after receiving enough money to live on for the rest of her natural life.
She thought her past was something to worry about until she found out about the untimely demise of Nicholas behind bars. It was supposedly an accident, but Claire secretly believed Eric had his hand in his passing.
They tried to discuss it, but he told her it was best to leave it alone unless she could really accept the truth. She didn’t want to see him differently and the subject was dropped.
Going to work with him turned out to be a blessing in disguise. They could get more done together than they could apart. It didn’t hurt that the adrenaline rush of a business deal could lead to christening other parts of his office.
They had everything they wanted, but not all secrets could be left to fester for long. It was just a matter time before they were going to have to fight alongside one another, but they were ready with a love stronger than any bond.
Keeping Daddy’s Secret
By: Natasha Spencer
Keeping Daddy’s Secret
© November 2017 – All rights reserved
By Natasha Spencer,
Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.
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Chapter 1
Jolie Park sighed when she looked up over her book and saw a group of four twenty-somethings hurling themselves into the swimming pool. They made a loud splash with each awkward cannonball and the rest of them cheered, laughed and clapped their hands. They were beginning to test her patience
Jolie was a twenty-something herself; 25 to be precise, but she looked down at the group, from her sharp nose and clucked her tongue. This was supposed to be a peaceful resort, this was supposed to be her vacation; and now she had splashes of water dampening the edge of her book.
Gritting her teeth with annoyance, Jolie slapped her book shut and dropped it to her side. When she reached her hand for the glass of frozen margarita, which she had long since forgotten about; she realized that the drink had melted and now it wouldn’t taste the same.
She took a sip anyway, and allowed the drink to travel down her throat. It settled somewhere in the bottom of her stomach and cooled the back of her neck. The Florida weather didn’t suit her, she thought. Tans and bright sunshine were over-rated. She couldn’t wait to go back to New York. Anywhere on the East Coast in fact, where people layered their clothes and didn’t do cartwheels in the sand for fun.
But she couldn’t return, not yet. Her boss had made it very clear to her that this forced vacation was a matter of life and death.
“When was the last time you took a day off, Jolie?” Margaret had asked, slipping her custom made Chopard glasses off the bridge of her nose. Jolie had shrugged her shoulders and looked away. She didn’t need a vacation, what good had one ever done to anybody? Instead, there was the latest issue of Dot that they needed to get to the printers in less than seven days and they hadn’t even decided on the middle page’s layout yet.
“I don’t need a vacation, Margaret. I need you to approve the photograph for the front cover,” she had replied, folding her arms over her chest.
Margaret had sighed and made a few clicks on her computer, before turning her own tired eyes towards Jolie.
“I’m booking you tickets to the Florida Keys. One week, fully paid and you’re getting on the flight tonight,” she said and Jolie crossed her brows and shook her head.
One week! Seven days? She hadn’t spent more than a few waking hours away from her office desk in the past three years. It’s how she had made it this far at this age. The magazine was the start and end of her entire life’s work and worth.
“We haven’t worked on the middle page’s…” Jolie began to say and Margaret had cut her short.
“Layout…I know. And, even though you’re the best at it, and your invaluable opinion will be greatly missed, Jolie, I think you seriously need this vacation,” she replied, fixing a stern gaze on her assistant editor.
Jolie gulped, feeling at a loss. She was good at following orders, and very good at executing them. It was the very reason why Margaret Aston, one of the most feared and respected fashion editors in the country had handpicked Jolie from the slush pile. She stuck her chin up in the air and tried to assert herself.
“I promise to take it easy,” she said, but she couldn’t even convince herself with that quivering voice. For the first time in three years, she felt like she was losing control.
“You fell asleep at your desk last night, Jolie. The cleaners had to come and wake you up this morning,” Margaret steepled her fingers and Jolie felt the color in her cheeks rising.
“I just lost track of time,” she tried but Margaret wasn’t having any of that.
“At l
east eight interns have made formal complaints about your attitude towards them. And don’t get me wrong, Jolie, you know I like a good set of choice words thrown at these incompetent sparrows,” Margaret said and sucked in a lungful of air. This was exactly why Jolie admired Margaret, they were on the same page.
“Then what is the problem?” Jolie was quick to ask and Margaret sighed again.
“You sent two of them home for the day, because their shoes were from a few seasons ago. We needed the foot soldiers for the day, Jo, that was a little extreme,” Margaret said and a more sympathetic gaze entered her eyes.
“So, you’re reprimanding me for making sure that our representatives do their job well? We are a fashion magazine, Margaret…” Jolie was on the defensive quickly and now her boss smiled at her and shook her head.
“Of course, I’m not,” she said and the two women stared at each other in silence for a few moments.
“You know, Jo, you remind me of me and I can’t help but want to grab you by the shoulders and give you a good shake and some life advice. Advice I wish someone had given me when I was starting out in this business,” Margaret said and Jolie was surprised by the softness in the older lady’s voice. She couldn’t remember an instance before this that Margaret had spoken to anyone in this tone. Jolie almost felt like her heart was breaking in two.
“You need to build a life for yourself outside the magazine, outside this industry…before it is too late for you,” she said, holding Jolie’s gaze firmly. Neither of them wanted to be the first one to look away.
“You’re going and that’s final. If you refuse, you can pack your bags and clear your desk and look for a new job. And don’t expect a letter of recommendation from me,” Margaret said and perched her glasses back on her nose and turned her face away from Jolie.
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