by Eva Luxe
She was getting too hard for even a saint such as him to handle, and he had confided in me that he trusted Carolina's opinion. So, if she thought that putting Mom into the home was the kind and loving thing to do, then that had to be true.
I guess that's another thing I should thank Carolina for. Not only was she not like my mother, which had always been my biggest fear about relationships, but she also knew how to help Bob manage his own guilt and obligations when it came to her.
And Bob apologized to me for initially being reluctant about Carolina. He was just trying to help me avoid problems, which I appreciated.
Even Asher, Ron and Damien apologized to me, telling me they should have known to trust my instincts about where I could find not only sexual but also emotional fulfillment— just as they had, at work. I know they had just been looking out for the good of the firm, but it sure felt good to hear those fuckers apologize to me. And now we could go on being friends as well as co-workers.
Once I finally figured out what was going on with Carolina, I had no choice but to confess my love for her. I had loved her since the day I saw her. I just never thought I'd be brave enough to tell her, but our baby changed that.
Our baby made Carolina and me possible. Sure, we'd already had a sexual relationship, which had created her, but she paved the way for us to have an emotional relationship as well.
That doesn't mean our sexual relationship went away, luckily. At first, I worried that with Carolina being in such a delicate way, sex would be impossible. But it turned out that Carolina was even hornier the more pregnant she got. She said that the pregnancy hormones gave her an amazing rush of blood flow to her clit that increased sexual sensations.
So, I play with that pussy every chance that I get. I lick it, bite it, rub it, tickle it. I can't even count how many times I’ve made Carolina come since we’ve gotten back together.
We had as much sex as we could while she was pregnant, until toward the end when she was so big it was uncomfortable. I always loved her baby bump and how big her breasts became with the pregnancy. I loved to give her a massage and then let my hands travel up and down over her large breasts, massaging them and then playing with her nipples.
I'd rub lotion on her belly and then down onto her clit, playing with her until she came. And then I'd put my cock in her and fuck her, naked and raw, since we no longer had to worry about condoms.
I loved how my cock filled up her perfect pussy without any barrier between us. I loved shooting my load of cum into her willing pussy hole and then putting it in her ass and fucking here there too.
I'm making it sound like it’s all about sex. Obviously, it isn’t, or I'd have moved onto the next girl by now, like the old Garrett. I have no interest in that anymore. I just want Carolina and our little family.
As a man of few words, I'm better at talking about the sex stuff and leaving Carolina to talk about the other aspects of our relationship. She's always liked talking more than I have. But I have a couple memories of her pregnancy, once I knew about it, that have nothing to do with sex, believe it or not.
One time, we were at a county fair outside the city limits— Carolina liked to do things like that to relive her country roots— and it started raining. We headed for the car, but we didn't have an umbrella, so we stopped for shelter under a big tin roof that housed some hogs. They were getting nice and comfy in their piles of hay, so we decided to do the same while waiting out the storm.
I threw my jacket over her and pulled her close to me. I hugged and kissed her while running my hands over her belly. Just then, our baby started kicking fast and furiously.
"Do you think she's scared?" Carolina asked, looking fearful herself.
"She's fine," I told her, my hands traveling the expanse of her stomach, telling my baby, "It's okay, little girl. Calm down. Your mommy and daddy are here."
"I think she wants you to sing to her," Carolina said with a smile.
Singing to a baby, or at all, isn't something I'd ever done. But I was doing a lot of things with Carolina, and now our baby, that I hadn't ever done before. So why not that?
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star," I started singing to the baby. "How I wonder what you are."
As I continued, Carolina lay her head on my chest and looked down as I rubbed her belly and sang to our baby. The baby stopped kicking, and I went back to kissing Carolina.
When we got home, she'd remembered what I'd done to help quiet our baby during the storm. If the baby ever started kicking a lot again and seemed distressed, she'd let me know and I'd start signing to her, no matter where I had been or what else I had been doing.
If I was at the office or we were otherwise apart, Carolina would put the phone up to her stomach, and I would sign to the baby that way. Otherwise, we'd go into the nursery and dance a little to the tune of the mobile. Our bodies would sway back and forth as the mobile turned, and I'd sing lullabies to both my girls, letting them know that everything would be okay.
I bet no one expected an asshole player like me to settle down to the point where I would be singing like that. I wouldn't have believed it myself, had someone told me previously. But, as Carolina says, life has a funny way of changing plans on you right when you least expect it.
I can't say I mind this change in plans one bit. It wasn't expected, but I wouldn't trade any of it for the world. Not my sweet, sexy Carolina. Not our beautiful little girl. But I'll let Carolina tell you about her, because Carolina is the happiest, proudest mother I've ever seen.
Carolina
A few months later, Garrett and I brought Calliope Grace Mack into the world. She weighed in at a tiny six pounds, four ounces, and she was perfect. She even had Garrett’s little dimple on her chin. Once she was old enough to travel, Garrett and I married at the church in the town where it had all started for me.
Martha Grecco catered it, and Erin was my maid of honor.
“I told you you were in for new beginnings,” Martha said, nipping Calliope’s cheeks as she kissed my own. “I’m so happy and excited for you, Cari.”
“Thank you for everything you’ve always done for me, Martha,” I told her, hugging her second in the receiving line, after only my own parents.
Madilyn, Katie and Ruby were my bridesmaids. (Claude stood up on Garrett’s side as a groomsman, along with my friends’ husbands.) Madilyn’s and Ruby’s children, who served along with Calliope as our pint sized ring bearers and flower girl, were pulled in a tiny wheelbarrow by Garrett’s cousin’s ten-year-old child. It was the cutest sight you’d ever seen.
Garrett's brother Bob came from Albuquerque to be his best man, and even though his mom didn't come— both of them said it was better off if she didn't— I think I've slowly helped them mend fences, to heal some of the hurt that was keeping Garrett back from being the best person he can be.
She did send a card from her new assisted living home, which Garrett smiled about before tossing into the trash. Hey, it's a start, and everything should start somewhere.
I’m glad that the law firm is going well and glad I don’t have to worry about him being a player anymore. It’s clear as day for everyone including me to see that he is more than a little smitten with only two women now— me and our daughter.
I’ve decided to go to law school. Ensconced in studying for the LSAT exams, it is all happening for me, even while nursing little Calliope. And I love it. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world, even though I hadn't planned for things to turn out this way.
As a young girl, I had always envisioned my life with Jake, our perfect town, and our perfect two kids. It didn’t turn out that way, however. A divorce, a move from my beloved home town to the big city… Nothing had turned out the way I’d planned, not even the perfect job or the perfectly harmless office romance.
Truly, I didn’t even have my child the way I’d planned. She was born via emergency C-section. I wasn't proposed to like I’d always dreamed. Nothing, nothing had gone exactly as planned. Life didn’t tur
n out as I had always visualized. Life happened on my terms, however, and I’d have it no other way.
I’m glad Jake and I didn’t work out, or else I’d never have Calliope— or Garrett. I never even would have gotten the job I enjoy. (I’m back working with Garrett again, and I love working with my friends at the firm. But I still help Karen out in a pinch, and I’m grateful for all she did for me).
I would have stayed an insecure shell of a person instead of branching out— with Garrett’s help, and Erin’s too, although she would laugh at me for telling her that— to become the woman I am today.
They say never mix business with pleasure. I was always warned by those women who had come before me, “When it comes to romance at the office, stay clear of it. It can only turn out badly.”
Except for Madilyn, Ruby and Katie. They knew that love can be found anywhere, even at the office.
And as for everyone else’s advice to steer clear of love at work, well, that may be true. I'm sure I'll be giving the same advice to my own daughter one day, and I'm sure she'll rightfully turn around and say, “Mom, no offense, but you're a huge hypocrite. What about you and Dad?”
Still, it's sound advice and worth doling out, even if some people— including myself— don't always listen to it, but Calliope wouldn't have been here if I had.
She just had a feeding with her amazing dad. I’m on my way to take the LSAT exam, and next week we close on a new house. We.
I have a beautiful family, an amazing sex life, and the most beautiful baby girl. Could it have been more perfect? Yes. But then it wouldn’t have been just like it is right now.
An unorthodox office romance led me right to where I am today. The perfect imperfection of that serendipity is not to be analyzed.
Besides, I gave up the internal long ago, the day I married Garrett Mack. Now, I just relax and enjoy life on its own terms. It’s a whole lot better that way than when I overanalyzed everything inside my head.
And Garrett makes it easy, with his amazing physique, his great bedroom skills, and his kind words and actions. I had wanted to tame the playboy boss, and that’s exactly what I did.
And even though it took an accidental pregnancy to get us here, I believe we were meant to be together. Thank goodness I had taken the job at Marks, Sanchez, Reed and Mack, or else my fate never would have changed for the better, and I wouldn’t be married to my boss, with whom I’ve found a very happy ever after.
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Chapter 1 – Darren
The chilly mountain air felt refreshing as it breezed past me, tussling my hair and threatening to push me over with each powerful blow. As strong as it was, I welcomed the brisk gusts of wind that reminded me that I was still alive.
I never imagined that I would be so content, living all alone off in the mountains, away from civilization. It’s funny how one single event can alter the course of your life in an instant.
Sitting on the deck on the back of my house, I looked out at the majestic, snow-covered mountain peaks far off in the distance. It was like watching a movie that had been paused on a frozen frame. Nothing moved despite the wind billowing all around. In fact, other than the wind, there was a calm silence that permeated the air all around me.
I sat back and closed my eyes, letting my mind drift like the dry tree branches were drifting in the wind. I almost jumped out of my chair when my phone, which was sitting on my lap, began to vibrate.
Guess I can’t get a fucking moment of peace, even when I try, I thought.
When I looked at the caller ID, my heart sank and I let out an involuntary groan. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but I knew from my past bad habit of ignoring phone calls that that would only lead to an endless barrage of calls and messages until I answered, so I decided that it would be better for me to just get it over with and answer the phone.
“Hi, Harlow,” I answered, dryly.
“Hey, Darren. God, it’s good to hear your voice again. How have you been?”
“Been good. What’s up?” I asked, curtly.
“I just wanted to know how everything was going for you,” he said. “I’ve been trying to reach out to all of the guys who were treated by Dr. Davis. I’ve been trying to reach you guys ever since he treated me. What he did was wrong and his victims need to band together and support each other and make him pay…”
I chuckled at the irony of his word choice. He definitely did pay, alright. In fact, the house that I was living in was part of the payment that I got from him after he was brought up on fraud charges.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My phone rang and it was a call from Dr. Davis’ attorney wanting to offer me a hefty settlement in exchange for my silence and an agreement not to sue him.
I was depressed. I was convinced that I could never have a normal life again. I felt that the accident and treatment by Dr. Davis made me look like a monster, a freak of nature meant to star in some horror movie. I did the calculations and determined that the amount of money that Dr. Davis was agreeing to give me was enough for me to live out the rest of my existence in quiet solitude, away from people who might mock or shudder in horror at the sight of my face.
So, I jumped at the offer and never looked back. Then, I made some wise investments with the money, backing some tech startups that a friend of mine who owns a venture capitalist firm advised me to support, and the money grew even more. Soon, I had more money than I even knew what to do with.
Therefore, I didn’t like Harlow’s choice of the word “victim,” either. I was no goddamn victim. I’m Darren King, and I could survive anything. Could, and have. Sure, I have some emotional and physical scars to prove it, but, I wasn’t one to sit around at some support group and moan about my condition— if that’s what Harlow was getting at.
I was someone who knew how to face my problems head on and take action to improve things. I couldn’t change the past but I could damn well make sure my present and future were as good as they could be despite it.
So, this phone conversation that I was having with Harlow was an annoyance that I would rather not have to deal with. Plus, I could risk violating the settlement agreement I had made with Dr. Davis if I said too much.
“Hey, look, man,” I said. “I understand that things turned out badly for us. I really do. But, I finally have some peace and a chance at somewhat of a normal life. I made my home in the mountains, away from the prying eyes of people and I am very happy here. I came here to escape people. I really don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“I know what you mean,” Harlow insisted, “but Dr. Davis shouldn’t be able to get away with what he did to us. If it weren’t for him, you might not feel like you don’t have a place in normal society. He ruined our lives and we need to stand up together to make sure that he doesn’t ruin any more.”
“Hey, man, why can’t you take the hint?” I asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to talk to anyone. And that includes you. I work hard every day to try to forget that day that our helicopter went down, so I don’t need you calling to remind me exactly how much my life has been ruined.”
“Hey, we’re on the same side here, Darren. What happened to us isn’t something that you can just easily forget.”
I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I didn’t care. He kept pressing the conversation no matter how many fucking times I tried to get him to shut up about it. I felt he wasn’t respecting my need for space.
“Just leave me alone!”
I hung up the phone before he had the chance to say anything else.
My mind went back to the last time that I’d been able to relax, when I was in bed with a beautiful woman. That had been so long ago. But, my cock still stiffened at the thought.
I walked slowly to my room, my hardening member guiding the way. Once in my room, I closed the door, pulled down my pants, and sat down. I looked down at my dick, veins bulging from my own excitement. I’d been blessed with a big cock but today it looked particularly enlarged, as if reminding me it had been neglected, and trying to thank me for paying it attention.
I spat on my hand and started running my hand up and down the length of the shaft. The quiet smacks from the lubrication of my saliva made me imagine the women that I used to sleep with. I could see their perky tits bouncing up and down as they slammed their wet pussies up and down on my cock. I could hear their guttural cries of ecstasy as our bodies writhed on the bed, sending us into wild fits of powerful orgasms.
But, no matter how much I tried to have my own orgasm, rubbing my dick faster and faster, I just couldn’t cum. After almost an hour of trying, my dick went limp and I gave up.
How disappointing, I thought. I curled up on the bed, thinking about how pitiful I had become. I was angry at myself.
“Even my dick is broken,” I said aloud, to nobody in particular. It seemed like the accident had left every part of me dysfunctional and deficient.
My mind drifted back to that day, the day that had changed my life forever. I could still hear the whirl of the helicopter blades overhead as my fellow SEALs and I sat at the ready, eyes combing the Afghanistani desert below us for signs of life from our fallen brothers, hoping that we could rescue those still surviving, with grandiose thoughts of becoming heroes spinning around in our minds.
Some had expressed fear but I had been too pig headed to feel that. Instead, I only felt the thrill of excitement until it was nearly too late.