Billionaire Baby Daddy (An Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  “Yeah, I’m not exactly sure why Chase got himself mixed up with that guy. But he needs to settle this before things get totally out of control.”

  I started to laugh. The fact that Carlos didn’t think things were already out of control had me a little worried. Chase had been beaten up and I had been kidnapped – how much more out of control could things really get?

  “Are you good to drive back to the cabin?” Carlos asked.

  “Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll remember how to get there, but hopefully I can wake Chase up enough to give directions.”

  “All right, you two take care of yourselves. Call me if you need anything. I have a friend that works with the Special Crimes Unit – they might be able to help if you get into a real mess. Just let me know.”

  “Thanks.”

  I woke Chase up, and he walked over to the passenger seat of his car. I could tell he was in a lot of pain, but he looked more tired than anything else. I was tired, too. A better way of explaining it was that I was absolutely exhausted.

  As I drove us down the interstate toward where I remembered the cabin was, I really wished my phone had not died. It had the directions application on there and the address.

  “Chase, I need you to wake up and tell me which exit.”

  He moved a little and even mumbled something, but I just couldn’t get him to answer me. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to find the cabin without Chase’s help. It was dark out and totally impossible to locate without specific directions. It was close to morning, though. When the sun came up, I might be able to find the cabin again.

  I looked over at Chase. I saw that there was no way he was going to wake up. He finally felt safe enough to fall asleep, and there was nothing that I could do to wake him. I tried turning the music up, screaming, and shaking him, but nothing worked. Finally, I turned the vehicle around and decided we just needed to find a safe place to sleep for the night.

  If we were going to sleep in the car, I didn’t want to be someplace where we would be easily spotted. I took a lot of extra turns and continually watched my rearview mirror to see if I was being followed. I couldn’t take any chances. Escabar or his goons were surely going to want to know what we were up to that night. If I hadn’t lost them through all my turning around, I needed to lose them before I found a place to park.

  The road signs directed me toward downtown Atlanta. Since they were the easiest to follow at night, I just continued to follow them. As I pulled into the city, it was pretty empty. I drove up and down the main streets, looking for a safe place to park.

  Finally, I saw the parking garage attached to the courthouse and jail. There wasn’t a much safer place than a building protected by guards and police officers. I drove in and found a nice, quiet parking spot for us to rest. I was surprised that there weren’t more cameras in the parking lot. At least some kind of security would have made me feel safer. But I guessed criminals didn’t come to the jail parking lot to commit crimes very often.

  At first, it was hard to sleep. I continually looked around the parking garage to make sure we had not been followed. It took me about a half hour before I felt comfortable enough to finally fall asleep. I was so tired. My whole body felt like it needed to rest for weeks.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chase

  Waking up in the middle of a parking garage was pretty much the last place I thought I would ever be. As I opened my eyes and looked around, I couldn’t quite figure out why we were there, or where there was exactly. It was calm and dark, but there seemed to be a big police presence, as I saw two squad cars parked just a few feet away from us.

  I looked over at Jordan as she slept, but I couldn’t wake her up. She looked so utterly peaceful as she dreamed. I felt horrible for getting her involved in the mess that was my life. I had really put her into a difficult spot. I needed to figure out a way to get us both out of it.

  If I remembered right, we had both had a pretty crazy last 48 hours, and I had no idea what day it was or even what time it was. The parking garage was dark and had no windows or areas for light to the outside. I pulled my phone out to see the time, but it was dead.

  The weird thing was I didn’t want to move from that spot. It felt so safe there, so comfortable. There were no other cars nearby and nobody coming or going from where we were parked. In the distance, up the ramp, I could see some people parking and going into the building, but they couldn’t see me.

  Jordan’s dark brown hair swept across her face. I felt so incredibly horrible for bringing her over to America and getting her mixed up in my mess. It was a stupid decision and I had put her life in danger. I wasn’t use to having to care about others as I cared about Jordan – it was new territory for me. But I liked it. I liked the feelings I was starting to develop for her. I liked how she made me feel.

  Most of all, I liked that she didn’t say a single thing about what a mess I had gotten her into. She could have been angry with me, she could have left me right there on the floor of my house after I had been beaten up, but she didn’t.

  Jordan was the kind of girl who truly had good in her. I didn’t deserve her at all. I was sure of that. But after the last couple of days, I knew more than ever that I was going to earn that love and caring that she was showing me. I was going to get the both of us out of this mess and onto the right path.

  I reached over and brushed a piece of hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered. I quickly pulled my hand back and closed my eyes.

  My heart fluttered as I remembered the touch of her naked skin under my hands the other night. Her perfect curves had fit just right with my body, and I couldn’t wait to feel better and get to play with her again. She was an amazing woman, both inside and out. I had certainly hit the jackpot when I found her.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked softly.

  “I’m better today. Still sore, but much better. Just don’t make me laugh.”

  “I’ll try not to.”

  “Where are we?”

  “In a parking garage next to the city offices and the jail.”

  “Oh, that seems like a great place. Good thinking,” I said as I finally opened my eyes.

  Jordan’s big brown eyes looked back at me, and I felt my body melt. She was stunningly beautiful, even after being kidnapped and sleeping in the car all night. I was the luckiest bastard in the world.

  “I thought we should go in and get married this morning. I’m not sure how that process works, though. Do you know?”

  I sat up stunned. After everything I had put her through, she was actually willing to marry me. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t say a single word as I looked at her. To think there was any single person in the world who would willingly help me, after everything I had put her through, it was awe inspiring.

  “Well, we would need to get a marriage license and then have a witness. But I think one of the clerks can act as the witness.”

  “Let’s go. Call your father and set up a lunch meeting for us, too. We need to get you into his good graces.”

  “Um, all right,” I said. “But my phone isn’t working. We will need to stop at the house and charge it or go back to the cabin.”

  “Let’s get married, and then we can go back to the cabin.”

  I leaned in close to Jordan and let my hand stroke the side of her cheek. It was so powerful to think she was there. I had just fucked up my life bigger than I could have ever imagined, and she was right there with me.

  I didn’t need to rent a private room at a club or buy her expensive gifts. None of that was necessary. Jordan was there for me without any of the financial gains. Not only wasn’t she interested in financial gain, but I was beyond poor. I was in more debt than most Americans could even imagine. Yet there she was, lying next to me in a car parked in a parking garage, waiting to marry me.

  I closed my eyes, leaned in, and gently kissed her lips. I was waiting for the spark to be gone. I was waiting for her to pull away and seem uninterested in me. But it neve
r happened. As our lips touched each other, that inevitable spark between us sent blood flowing to all my most exciting zones.

  There was no way I could keep twisting to kiss her, though. My body was not comfortable, and my ribs were killing me. So, I gently tugged on her and pulled her over onto my lap. Luckily, I had brought my pain medication with me. I couldn’t wait to get inside the building and take a couple of my pills. It still surprised me just how much my ribs could hurt.

  She looked around the parking garage to see if there was anyone watching, but we were well out of the eyes of the passerbys. Even the occasional car that drove by couldn’t see into our car very well. The shadow of the overhead beams kept us relatively well hidden.

  “Thank you,” she whispered in my ears as her lips moved down and kissed my neck.

  “For what? For almost getting you killed? You have nothing to thank me for.”

  “Yes, I do. Thank you for showing me the kind of passion I never knew existed. The kind of excitement I only dreamed was real in books and television shows.”

  “Hopefully, I can get us through this excitement and onto a boring life. I hate that you have had to go through all of this because of the mistakes I made.”

  “We’re a team. Isn’t that what the plan was? You and I, together.”

  She continued to kiss up and down my neck gently. I felt her hands as they reached for my pants and unbuckled them. I hated that I wasn’t able to do more, but she seemed to enjoy being in charge a little.

  Things between Jordan and I were so opposite of my relationship with any other woman. I was always in charge. I was always the one who pushed for things to move forward. Having the shit beat out of me sure had changed the dynamic between us, and it was for the better. I couldn’t imagine Jordan would have taken very well to the typical me. Perhaps things were working out exactly as they should – as long as I could get us out of the situation with Escabar in good shape.

  My cock sprung to attention as Jordan pulled me out. Her soft hands on my body, there was no way for me to resist that. I looked on eagerly as she pulled herself out of her clothes and slid onto me. She was careful to put her hands on the seat instead of my body, as she moved up and down on top of me. The beauty of Jordan as her body gave in to my pleasure was something I would never forget. No matter how many times we made love, I still enjoyed watching her on top of me.

  It was such an intimate moment between the two of us, yet we were sharing it in the middle of a parking garage. Certainly not a typical location for intimate lovemaking. But then again, what about our relationship had been typical at all? From the moment we met online, to that moment in the car, nothing had been ordinary between us.

  I held her hips tight as she moved on top of me, and I wanted desperately to feel myself explode inside of her. But just then, I saw the lights of a car as it came up the ramp and pulled in right across from us. The lights shone into our car, and I reclined my seat as far as possible, pulling Jordan down on top of me.

  “Shh, there’s a car,” I whispered.

  “They can’t hear us.” She laughed.

  She refused to stop moving, but she did try and stay low as her body pulsed with mine. I actually preferred having her lying on top of me. I could feel her breasts pressed up against my chest. I could feel her breath on my neck as she moved harder and harder against me.

  Her body tightened on top of me, and I felt her thrusts become more deliberate. She was gearing up to cum, and I loved every second of it. Thrust after thrust, her body moved, and I did what I could to hold back my own orgasm until she had delivered her own.

  I looked out and saw the man who parked across from us as he walked up to the elevator. Then, I grabbed Jordan by the hips and held her next to me. I refused to let her control the thrusts and instead, I held onto her as I moved deep inside.

  Her moans were loud, but I didn’t care. I loved to hear the pleasure in the sounds she made. It drove me to deliver more and more pleasure for her.

  I grabbed her hair and pulled her close to me so I could kiss her while we both exploded into an intense orgasm. My hands moved up her back and then back down as I felt the shivers of desire shake her to the core. Nothing had been as delicious as the feeling of Jordan’s body as it shook with an orgasm. The connection between us seemed to grow more and more each time we made love.

  In a strange way, I was grateful that I had some broken ribs. The side effect of making me less aggressive sexually was just what I wanted for Jordan. I wasn’t intimidating to her. In fact, she felt compelled to take control when she wanted to make love. It worked great for our bonding, but I hated that there was a little voice in the back of my head that liked it, as well. My little voice was telling me that I could get all the women I wanted, if I just pretended to have a broken rib the next time I tried to pick a woman up.

  I absolutely hated that even with a wonderful, beautiful, and kind woman right there with me, I was still thinking about how I could get the next one.

  “Should we go inside and get married?” I asked as Jordan’s body calmed from the orgasm.

  “Right now?”

  She didn’t look nearly as enthusiastic as she had before.

  “Yes, I think we should. It was your idea. Are you having second thoughts?”

  “I just kind of wanted to shower now. Man, I look horrible.” She laughed.

  “You look beautiful to me.”

  We both climbed out of the car and headed to the courthouse to see if we could figure out how the heck to get married. I understood all the steps we needed to take, but I was still extremely nervous as we walked in. It wasn’t every day that you decide to get married.

  I grabbed Jordan’s hand and held onto it as we walked into the County Clerk’s office to fill out the marriage paperwork. It wasn’t exactly how I had hoped to get married, but she was more than I had hoped for – so it all worked out just fine.

  Someday, we could have a big fancy wedding, if that was what she wanted. We would bring her family over and, of course, her friend Ana, as well. My family and hers could sit and enjoy the happiness that was our wedding. But for the time being, the courthouse was perfectly fine with me. I actually felt like it was better than having a big wedding, but I supposed that I felt that way because I was a guy.

  “Let’s get married,” I said as I opened the door.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jordan

  If you had asked me only a few months before if I would ever be walking into the Atlanta courthouse to get married, I would have said you were crazy. Yet, there I was walking – with my American man and getting ready to say whatever it was we needed to say in order to get married.

  Marriage was a weird thing to me. You basically signed a piece of paper, said some words, and suddenly you were bonded with someone for life. It seemed like a really long contract to have with a person, and the process was surprisingly easy.

  Things in my life had changed drastically in the previous few months. There was nothing I could have done to predict where I was at that moment. There was no way I could have even imagined that I would be standing in that spot with Chase and that we were about to get married.

  “Are you ready for this?” I asked him as we stood in front of the door.

  “I’m ready if you are,” he said.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and held onto me. I wasn’t nervous at all, which was extremely surprising to me. I was actually very excited to be getting to marry Chase. It had only been a few days together, but I knew he needed this. I was comfortable with continuing to date and get to know each other.

  The reality of the situation was that we had to convince his father to sign over the company to Chase within only a few days. It was a lot to ask, and I wasn’t sure the two of us were going to be able to pull it off. But what I did know was that we had better luck of getting it done if we worked together than if we didn’t. If I didn’t stay with Chase and help him through this, it was highly likely that he wouldn’t make it.<
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  “Hello. How can I help you today?” the woman behind the counter asked us.

  “We would like to get married,” Chase said as he pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

  As he continued to talk to the woman, I couldn’t help but notice she had a black book that looked exactly like the one Chase had handed me to hold for him while I was in his safe room. I didn’t know why, but I really thought I should grab it. Having a duplicate black book could really come in handy if we needed it later on down the road.

  I looked at the woman’s desk behind her and tried to figure out how I would be able to get back there without being noticed. Certainly, she wasn’t just going to let me behind the counter for no reason at all. Then, I remembered a scene I had watched in one of my cop television shows.

  “Oh my gosh. Did you see that?” I exclaimed, as I took my shoe off and reached over the counter.

  “No, what was it?” the woman asked.

  “I don’t know what kind, but that was one of the biggest spiders I have ever seen.”

  All the women who had been sitting at their desks got up and pulled their chairs out as everyone looked for the spider. Chase was the only man in the room, and he seemed utterly clueless as to what I was doing.

  “Where did it go?” the woman asked again.

  “I think it went over there. Chase, go kill it.” I said as I pointed toward the desk in the far corner.

  He went behind the counter, and I followed him. As everyone followed Chase and looked for the giant spider, I grabbed the black book off of the elderly woman’s desk. It was surprisingly easy to distract everyone. I kind of felt like a character from a crime show.

  I smiled as I put the black book into my back pocket and pulled my shirt down over it. No one even suspected a thing. Of course, I had to go along with the rouse for a few more minutes as we all looked for the spider, but it was well worth it.

  About ten minutes went by before we gave up looking for it and succumbed to the idea that the spider had gotten away. We continued our process of applying for a marriage license.