My Dad's Rival's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  Chapter 29

  Mariah

  The next thing I know, I’m waking up. The lovemaking session was so good but left me feeling so tired that I fell back asleep – I guess I didn’t get the best of sleep last night on the office couch. Wesley must have fallen asleep too, because he’s standing up, putting his pants on, and his hair looks messy and disheveled.

  “Hey there,” he says, bending down to kiss me on the head. “That was amazing. But unfortunately, I have to go. I promised my Aunt Shelly I’d drive her in for some medical tests she has to have done. I wasn’t expecting… all of this, nor that I’d fall asleep afterwards, so I really have to hurry or I won’t get her there in time.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, sad that he has to leave but also thinking it’s sweet that he’s helping out his aunt. “Good luck.”

  “You should take your time; feel free to lounge around here for as long as you’d like. My house is your house.”

  “Thanks,” I tell him, sitting up so that he can kiss me better.

  And he does- long and strong and hard. I love that he’s a real man – an older man – and knows how to make me feel safe and protected.

  Once he’s gone, I put on the fluffy, comfy robe he had brought me earlier, and explore the house a bit. The kitchen is gigantic, with enough counterspace to cook for a whole party of people. The dining room table looks like it should be in a castle.

  Then, I wander into what looks like his home office. It is neat and tidy, with some papers on the desk. Looking down, I see that one of them includes details for a spacious, gorgeous house.

  This looks perfect. It could be the million dollar house I could sell. My heartbeat races as I wonder if I can convince Wesley to let me do it. It shouldn’t be that hard, I figure, since he was just inside me and seems to want to be near me even more now. I don’t want to use him for sex. I have an emotional attachment to him too. A rush to be around him that makes me feel alive and happier than I’ve ever felt.

  But I also want him to let me sell this house. The challenge of it makes my endorphins feel even stronger. I just know that I can convince him. What will happen after that? Well, we’ll have to work it out. I’m going to have to come clean with him about being my father’s daughter. But in the meantime, we can have a lot of fun. It’s not like he’s in love with me or anything. It’s not like I’m in love with him, right?

  Right?

  Chapter 30

  Wesley

  A few hours later, I drop my aunt back off at her house before heading home. Her tests are pretty routine, due to a breast cancer scare a few years back, and luckily it looks like everything’s fine, although we won’t know for sure for a couple days until we get the results back. Still, I always worry. Aunt Shelly always seems to be strong and stoic, but I know she worries, too, underneath her mask of steel strength.

  “Thanks so much for taking me in,” she says, as I walk her to the front door. “Do you want to come in and have some tea?”

  “No, that’s okay Aunt Shelly,” I tell her. “I have to be getting back…”

  “To the office to see that smashing young realtor you have a crush on?” she guesses. “How are things coming along with her? You haven’t mentioned her all day, and I haven’t wanted to pry, but I’m just dying to know.”

  “Actually, pretty well,” I tell her, leaving out the part about her being at my house right now. I don’t think I’m ready to spring that on my Aunt Shelly. I’m blushing just at the thought of revealing to her how quickly things have moved already. I can’t believe everything we just did back at my house. And I can’t wait to rush home for me. “You were right. I think she and I are really into each other. And why let a little thing like age stop what’s becoming a very good thing?”

  Or a little thing like me being her boss. Or her currently being homeless.

  None of these should be obstacles that stand in the way of love. Right? Wait a minute. Is this love? Isn’t it a little early to even be thinking that word?

  I don’t know what’s fucking come over me. Usually I’m a lot more practical – and skeptical – about who I date. Or I just go for a one night stand because things are less complicated that way. But, I have to admit that I’ve been looking for the right woman for me for a long time, and then Mariah just happened to fall into my lap… or, rather, I happened to walk into my office and find her there dressed up in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, as if she was mine for the taking.

  “Well, that’s good, Dear,” Aunt Shelly says, breaking me out of my thoughts – which is probably a good thing, before I get too carried away. “I told you that you both had great energy. I’m glad you’re letting things unfold and seeing what the universe has in store for you.”

  It’s more that I’m charging full speed ahead and taking what I want with consequences be damned, but I’m not going to quibble with her over small differences like that.

  “Thanks Aunt Shelly,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she goes inside. “Have a good afternoon.”

  “You too, Dear. Have fun with your new girlfriend!”

  With a smile on my face, I head home, hoping like a silly teenager that Mariah is still there. My wish is granted when I find her on the couch in my living room, dressed in jeans and a cute blouse, watching the TV with the remote in her hand. She’s scratching my dog Carrie’s head – they’ve quickly become fast friends.

  “Hello there,” she says, getting up to greet me. As she wraps her arms around me and I bend down to give her a kiss, I think, a guy could get used to this. “I was just enjoying hanging out at your awesome bachelor pad, and not having to work for once.”

  “It’s not much of a bachelor pad anymore,” I joke. “And, I guess getting to take random days off is a perk of dating the boss.”

  “Dating the boss, huh?” she asks me, calling me out as soon the words slip out of my mouth. “Is that what we’re doing?”

  “Is that what you want to be doing?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she admits, wrapping her arms tightly around me. Then she looks up at me, her face getting more serious as she asks, “How did things go with your aunt?”

  “Oh, good,” I tell her, relieved. “I think things are fine. You’ll have to meet her one day soon. I mean, I know she was in the office briefly, but you two will have to get together and chat. I’m sure she’ll adore you.”

  “I’d love that,” she says, with a smile on her face. Then, the smile gets even bigger. “And you know what else? There’s something else I’d love to talk to you about. I have to admit, though… I did a little snooping while you were gone.”

  Oh, great, I think, half as a joke and half seriously wondering what she could have gotten into. The half naked photos of old girlfriends I keep in a shoebox under my bed, but really should have gotten rid of long ago, since most of them make me think of them with disdain instead of fond or sexy memories? The bad song lyrics I’ve tried to write over the years, that I keep in a journal in my bedside stand? The porn videos I’ve downloaded on my computer?

  “I went into your office,” she confesses. “Like the rest of this house, it’s a great home office, by the way.”

  “Thanks,” I tell her, breathing a sigh of relief as I realize that there’s probably nothing that embarrassing in there, since it’s all business related.

  “I saw some paperwork about a house on your desk.” She breathes deeply, and I can tell that what she wants to say is very important. “And I was wondering if I could be the one to sell it?”

  I look at her, not sure if she’s serious.

  “That house? It’s a million dollar house.”

  “I know.” She just stares at me, not even blinking. She is definitely serious.

  “Well, I like the fact that you’re down for a challenge,” I tell her.

  She laughs and I can’t resist giving her another kiss.

  “It’s funny you should mention that house,” I say. I suppose it’s time to be open with her about everything. I sit dow
n on the couch and she follows suit. “My dad was kind of an asshole when I was growing up. I know that’s putting it bluntly, but, it about sums him up. As he got older, he started feeling bad about things and trying to make up for the past. He gave me a million dollars, and I bought that house. Just to sit on it and see how much I could turn it into. I’ve never felt a connection with it – it brings back kind of bad memories for me, rather than good ones. The point was for it to make me feel better about my relationship with my dad, but, it still always made me feel worse instead of better. So, I had the paperwork out because I’ve been thinking about selling it. But I don’t know if I even have the energy and time to invest in doing even that.”

  “Well then you’re in luck,” she says, beaming that pretty smile of hers at me. “Because I know someone who will take selling it off your hands for you. Can I, please?”

  She bats her eyelashes at me seductively, and I wonder how I could ever say no to her, even if I wanted to. And I don’t really want to. It’s true that I don’t even want to spend the time selling the house, but I’ve been wanting to get rid of it. And here’s my chance to do that, and to make her happy too.

  “Okay, sure,” I tell her, as she gets up and jumps up and down.

  “Thank you so much, Wesley!” she explodes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  It makes me feel good to make her happy. Now, I just hope she find a buyer who will get me a good investment – because the market has been tight lately and I’m not sure anyone has the cash to lay out for such an expensive house. I suppose only time – and the hard work, grit and determination that I know Mariah has – will tell.

  Chapter 31

  Wesley

  It’s been over a month, and it’s hard for me to believe, but Mariah has sold my house and is getting ready to close on the sale. It’s not that I didn’t think she had it in her. It’s that she has surprised me by surpassing my already high expectations of her.

  She’s been a rockstar at the office, closing on properties left and right. Who would have known that the cute young woman in the schoolgirl outfit was such a great seller? But finding a buyer for my property – for over 1.5 million – has been her biggest accomplishment to date.

  Today, I get home from the office to find her standing in the kitchen in that long t-shirt she loves to wear when she’s lounging around. And I love to see her wear it. I especially love taking it off of her when it gets in the way of me doing what I want to do to her. I guess I shouldn’t have to mention that she’s been a rockstar in the bedroom, just like at the office.

  “Well hello there,” I say, when I see that she’s cooking, but really what I want to eat is her.

  “Hi honey!” she says. My Aunt Shelly is quite pleased as how quickly things have progressed between Mariah and me. Most people would think we were taking things a bit too fast, but everything has been great, so I have no complaints. “I’m just cooking you a meal to thank you for letting me sell that house. I’m so excited to be so close to closing on it.”

  “Well, I have something to congratulate you,” I tell her, closing the distance between us and taking her into my arms.

  “And what would that be?” she asks.

  “Just a kiss,” I say, as we lock lips and I grab her ass.

  “Yeah right,” she says. “It’s never just a kiss with you.”

  “You’re right about that,” I tell her.

  She’s not wearing any underwear under her long t-shirt – just the way I like it. I bend her over so that she’s holding onto the kitchen table and her naked ass and pussy are sticking up in the air, as if inviting me to eat them as an appetizer before the main course she’s making.

  “Yum,” I say, bending down to taste her delicious pussy.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, wiggling her pussy in my face as I lick around and then inside her lips. “This always makes me feel so good.”

  “Mmmm,” I answer, since my mouth is full of her juices. She rides my face for a while, so I can tongue her pussy hole while I reach around and play with her clit.

  “Wesley,” she says, grabbing hard onto the table. “I’m going to cum. All over my mouth.”

  “Cum in my mouth,” I say, but it comes out garbled. I start sucking on her clit, while fingering her wet, slippery hole.

  “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yells out.

  When she’s done, she lays her head on the table, as if spent, but I’m not done with her yet.

  “Now it’s time for me to fuck you,” I tell her.

  I look down at her perfectly curved ass cheeks, then spank one of them a bit before taking off my pants.

  “Ouch!” she cries out, but I know she loves it.

  A red welt appears as I smack the other ass cheek, and tell her, “You’re such a bad girl. Letting me eat your pussy on the dining room table like that. I’m going to have to punish you.”

  Before she can say another word, I slide my cock into her warm pussy. It feels so good without a condom on. Usually, we still abide by wearing condoms but sometimes, like today, I just can’t help myself and I want to fuck her bareback so I can feel the inner walls of her pussy up against my naked cock. In these cases, I take my cock out before I cum, and cum on her instead of in her.

  I still can’t believe I got to take her virginity. And that it always feels just as good as that very first time, when I shove my cock into her pussy and fuck her. Now, I grab hold of her ass cheeks and hold them tight while I plunge my cock in and out of her.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she moans. “That feels so good.”

  “My dirty, bad little girl loves to get fucked on my table. Spread those legs for me wide, so I can fit all the way into your tight little pussy and stretch it out like it belongs to me, because it does.”

  I spank her ass while she does as I command, until her legs are wide enough apart for my liking. I like to see her pussy and ass stretched wide for me. I stick a finger into her ass hole while I continue to fuck her.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” I tell her, while she moans that she’s cumming again, too.

  Right in the nick of time, I take my cock out of her and shoot my load all over her back and her ass cheeks. I’m panting and groaning, and calling out her name. “Mariah. This feels amazing. Mariah.”

  I put her tshirt on the chair and then I sit down on it, pulling her into my lap. She collapses on top of me, too out of breath to speak.

  “That was so good,” I tell her, nibbling her neck. “I love coming home to this.”

  “I love it too,” she says. “It’s a shame we can’t…”

  She trails off, but I know what she is getting at. “Make it real?” I guess.

  “Yeah,” she answers, cuddling her head into my chest. “But I know it has to remain a secret.”

  I’m a bit disappointed that she’s still saying that. We’ve talked about it before but continually agree it’s best to keep our relationship secret. I know all the reasons for it, but it’s like we have to rehash them to remind ourselves. And I find myself wishing it could change.

  “I’ll definitely get in trouble with my partners at work for hooking up with a subordinate,” I say out loud, as if reminding myself of the reasons. “The board might even oust me, for conduct unbecoming, which could be too risky for shareholders.”

  “Yeah, and Kirsty has accused me of sleeping my way to the top from day one,” Mariah says. “She’d probably love to get wind of the fact that we’ve been together this whole time.”

  “That’s a whole other can of worms,” I agree. “The other employees might sue for hostile work environment, assuming that I hired an promoted you because I’m fucking you. Even that wasn’t the case at all at first, little will that matter if the truth comes out.”

  “Yeah, when it comes to jealous people wanting money from the company, you can never be too careful,” she says, as if to let me know she understands.

  “I know you have your career to think about, too,” I tell her. “You’re suc
h a rising star, and you don’t want anything to smear your name.”

  “Yeah.”

  She’s quiet and she sighs, as if there’s more she wants to say to me, but decides against it. I can’t help but feel as if she’s sometimes holding back on me. There’s more to her than she wants to let me in on, and I don’t know why.

  I keep telling myself that I’m imagining it, or that when the time is right, she’ll tell me. But then, during times like this, I start to think she is just a closed off person, and that this might be as open as she’s able to get to any other human being. It sounds like her dad has always put a lot of pressure on her and hasn’t treated her very well, and I can relate to that. I guess I just have to support her, and respect her decision not to tell me every little thought in her head.

  “Well, we’ll just keep it between us,” I say finally, trying to look on the bright side. “After all, it’s kind of fun to have a forbidden office affair.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” she asks, flashing me a smile that reminds me that everything is okay, as long as I have her.

  Chapter 32

  Mariah

  “Congratulations,” Matthews says, coming up to me and giving me a hug. Several other people from the office are also giving me their congrats, for closing on the paperwork and finalizing the sale of Wesley’s house.

  “Congrats,” Kirsty says, but in a sarcastic way, as she raises her eyebrows over at Wesley and comes over to a table where they’ve set up a cake for me. It’s a whole party, with alcohol and other refreshments in addition to the cake.

  She’s always hinting that I’m with her or that I want to be – she just doesn’t know how right she is, and I hope it stays that way. She sniffs her nose at the cake, but doesn’t take a piece. I think about jokingly asking her if her strict diet allows for her to have one bite, since it is carrot cake, after all, and carrots are the one thing I’ve ever seen her eat.