Acquired Asset

by ZN Willett

  “I think I may choose someone in the region we decide on.”

  He kissed me through my hair. “Then we can pick a date?”

  “Eager, Mr. Colby?”

  “To have you become Mrs. Colby? Damn yes before you change your mind!”

  I turned around in his arms. “You think I’ll change my mind, why?” He gave me that how long do we have look. “Maybe I don’t say this enough, asshole.” I smiled, giving him a peck. “I want to marry you. I said yes, remember. You may be an ass, but you’re my ass. Remember that!” One eyebrow rose.

  “I will never forget it.” He kissed me.

  “Mrs. Colby, I think the new software is holding.”

  “That’s great to hear Mr. Yamato. It looks as if the bugs are fixed from version 2.5?”

  “Yes and the sensors are holding up.”

  I looked around the conference table at all the pleased faces. We had been working on a new version for over a year. I was thinking our baby would be a one-year-old by the time it was up and running, but it looked as if it would be all completed before my due date. I signed off of the conference call and slumped down on the edge of the table. The damn Christian Louboutins hurt. I needed to get a larger size; I thought before kicking them off.

  “Well, Quinn, you did it.”

  “We did it, Evan. Thanks to you and your team for finding the extra funds to fix all the kinks. I don’t think we had this many issues with the first version.”

  “We did,” Reagan stated. “The second version was the most difficult, I think.”

  “True, well good job everyone. See you next week.”

  Everyone filed out, and Reagan walked with me to the elevators. I thanked Evan on the way for helping her oversee the project. He was VP of finance for Colby. Reagan was VP of finance for me. I had fast tracked her. It’s not always easy working with your spouse; I knew that first hand. When Evan and Reagan were first married, they seemed to make it work. When the baby came, the honeymoon was over. Plus, I had more flexible benefits for women with children, than Colby’s division. Reagan worked at home most of the time and only came into the office when she needed to.

  For me, I chose to stay in the office and had Christopher build a nursery next to us. Sierra was close to both of us, and we could see her anytime we wanted. She would stay with the nanny or Constance and my dad when we were out-of-town. That first trip seemed to be harder on Christopher than me. He had fully embraced fatherhood. Even though, I said only one child, he insisted we have two. Sierra needed a sibling. For me, it didn’t matter. I was the only child and fine with it, but he was very persuasive. In fact, if I didn’t give in, I might have had to be hospitalized from all the sexing. There was some lovemaking in-between, though most of the time it was pure sex or baby making.

  “Asher, is he in?” I asked.

  “He’s on a call, but should be done in the next few minutes.”

  “I’ll check on Sierra.”

  “Brooklyn just laid her down for a nap.”

  I walked over and peeked in at my mini me. She was spread out on her day bed with her stuff wubby in her arms. Her daddy had bought that for her. He bought everything for her. I looked around the playroom, and it had more in it than the one at home. The only one that could top it was the one at Dad and Constance’s place. He had a castle playhouse built with four rooms for her to play in.

  I walked over, moving her brown locks out of her face. She had my hair; however that was about it as far as her appearance. She was the spitting image of her father. But, she had my stubbornness and attitude.

  Constance said that children could help you see the sides of you that you never could see; when they say or do something that you would have. Both Sierra’s stubbornness and attitude were a wake-up call. That was something both Christopher and I weren’t prepared for.

  I looked down at my belly and said, “I hope you turn out just like your daddy, little guy.” I laughed to myself.

  I didn’t think the world would ever be ready for another Christopher William Colby. But I was tired of him saying, Sierra gets it from you. He needed a mini me to show him the errors of his ways, and baby William would soon be here. Between having a child and my influence, Christopher had softened his rough edges. He was determined to be a better father than Thomas, who was trying to make amends by being the best grandfather he could be to his grandchildren.

  I turned down the thermostat and went to see Christopher. “She’s down early?” I asked Asher, on my way to Christopher’s office.

  “Christopher just brought her back before his call.”

  “Where did they go?”

  “She said they went to the park. Oh, and the toy store . . . and had lunch.”

  I nodded. That explained why Sierra was knocked out. Usually, when we open the door, she at least stirred somewhat. “Does he have anything after this call?”

  He checked his computer. “Nothing for an hour.”

  “Do you mind keeping the monitor until I come out?”

  “Not at all.” We had several child monitors positioned all around the office to keep an eye on Sierra.

  “Great. Oh, and take lunch. Can you tell Brooklyn?” He stood up, grabbing his wallet. “Lunch is on me, use the card.”

  He gave me that smile, knowing exactly why I was getting rid of him. Even though, he would be going to the other side of the office, he was far enough to not hear me. I had a tendency to be a bit loud. Christopher said we were embarrassing the man. Embarrassed or not, that man made six figures, had access to my unlimited black card, and was given a car for Administrative Assistant’s Day. He was fine.

  Christopher was still on his call when I walked in. His eyes perused over my body, and he placed that smirk on his face. My husband seemed to have a thing for pregnancy. It turned him on. But truly it was me that always wanted him.

  We already had a healthy sex life, and pregnancy only enhanced it. We had to experiment with different positions as the baby grew. Not as if we hadn’t before. But I found orgasms relaxed me enough to ignore some of the aches and pains I would have trying to get comfortable at night. So, it became a common ritual to make Quinn come nightly.

  After Sierra was born, Christopher went on a six-week sex free vacation. We got together with a few couples from our birthing class after the babies were born. Some of the father’s griped about not being able to have sex for six weeks after birth. Christopher used it to rest. I think for the first time in his life he was happy to only cuddle. Eventually, his appetite came back. Yet, mine went back to normal shortly after Sierra’s birth. The man actually moped around for a while because he wanted sex. Now with our son, my hormones weren’t as intense as they were when I was carrying Sierra, but I had my moments.

  I sat down on the sofa across from his desk. His eyes stayed on me like a hawk, and when I crossed my legs, he leaned forward. “I’m going to have to cut this short gentleman. I’ll be in touch.” He placed his cell on the desk and leaned back in his chair facing me. “How did it go?”

  “Everything is still on time.”

  “Great news.”

  “How was Sierra?” I asked.

  “A perfect angel as always,” he said annoyed. The girl had him wrapped around her tiny finger, and was a spoiled little monster.

  “You know I told her she couldn’t get another toy until she learned how to share.”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “She knows how to share. She just doesn’t want too.”

  “Christopher! See, that right there doesn’t help. Can you please help her understand the concept of sharing?”

  “Yeah, yeah, sharing is caring, I got it. Damn song.”

  One thing he had issues with was the selection of toddler songs our daughter seemed to enjoy; essentially the only toddler song she seemed to want to listen to over and over again. I bought a video for her to learn how to share. Even though she still needed to work on the sharing thing, she loved the song. Daddy, not so much.

  Christopher cla
sped his hands behind his head while his eyes zoomed in on my chest. Another added benefit that I wished would stay after childbirth. Those babies were heavy, but the sensitivity of my nipples when Christopher played with them . . . well, need I say more. I looked at him through my lashes. “Asher is monitoring Sierra.”

  Christopher reached over and switched off his laptop. He looked back at me. “Is that a new dress?” he asked. In that voice.

  It was short, black, and simple with long sleeves. It also hugged every curve and didn’t hide my very pregnant belly. I uncrossed my legs as Christopher sat up more erect, stood and strutted halfway to his desk, one black stiletto at a time. I turned around once, then half way around again, looking back at him over my shoulder. I had his full attention.

  I reached around my back and unzipped the dress from top to bottom stopping at the crest of my ass. It fell open exposing my bare back. I could hear Christopher inhale as he leaned back into his chair making himself more comfortable. I turned to see him shifting himself. “Do you like this dress?” I asked.

  He placed that sly grin on his face. “I love that dress. Now, take it off for me, Quinn.” My name rolled off his tongue and straight to my center.

  I faced back toward the wall and shimmied out of it. Keeping my hands crossed over my chest, I looked back over my shoulder. “Anything else you see that you may like?”

  “I would like to see my beautiful pregnant wife spread over my desk.”

  He stood up, closed the laptop and placed it on the window sill; before everything on the desk went flying off. I laughed, watching Christopher’s chest rise and fall in anticipation. He strutted behind me placing his hands on my shoulders as I leaned back. He kissed through my hair as his hands started exploring my body. When they wrapped around my stomach, he rubbed gently around it.

  Christopher Colby was someone I never saw coming. Nonetheless, there wasn’t a day that I wasn’t thankful that he did indeed come into my life. Each day, I fell more in love with him. We still had our problems, and at first being married hadn’t been a walk in the park. Learning to compromise was harder for me than for him, but we loved each other enough to make our marriage work. Now with our children, there was even more of a reason, and our family had become our first priority. Although, Christopher might still be an egotistical bastard of a man, he was my man. And I was very proud of that fact.

  “Baby . . . where were you just now?” he asked, kissing up and down my neck.

  “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have the three of you.”

  He turned me around to face him. “Too bad I didn’t know about your hormones and sensitivity before I got you pregnant. I might still have my company in one piece if you were pregnant before the split.” He chuckled rubbing my stomach.

  “No, you wouldn’t. I’m emotional but not stupid asshole, and it was our company. Well, before you stole it from your mother.”

  He groaned in agony. “Baby, now isn’t a good time to mention my mother.”

  I laughed. She was still a pathetic bitch. “Sorry. Where were we?” I threw my arms around his neck.

  “I was just about to make you forget your name, Mrs. Colby.”

  “Cordell-Colby, asshole.”

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  I’m the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted, yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, I love anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time I had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When I decided to do something I was passionate about, I added my love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down I’m a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.