Serving the Billionaire Boss: A Secret Baby Billionaire Romance

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by Brooke Valentine


  With a gratified look on his face, Adam whispered, “I just came”.

  “I know. I did too!” Sophia said. She tried to get up, but the pleasure left her flushed and weak at the knees. She felt dizzy.

  “You shouldn’t have cum inside me. But it’s almost that time of the month, so I think we’re safe.” Adam was obviously relieved.

  “Tony and I tried for almost our whole marriage to have kids, and nothing. So, I’m not even sure I can have kids.”

  “Are you sure that is was you and not Tony with the problem?” Adam suggested.

  Sophia had considered that in the past, after a doctor told her that forty percent of fertility issues lay in the man and not the woman and there appeared to be nothing wrong with her reproductive system. But Tony had been too proud to ever go get tested. He insisted that men in his family were extremely virile. The one time she requested that he get a sperm test, he had exploded at her and then taken off to the city, and didn’t speak to her for three days. She never brought it up again. Her fertility tests came back positive, but the doctor suggested that perhaps she had scar tissue or some other issue that was preventing her from getting pregnant. She had accepted that as the truth and assumed it was her fault since there was no talking about it with Tony.

  “I am sure the problem was all me,” she told Adam. “Tony came from a very…virile family.”

  Adam smiled and took her hand. “That’s OK. Life without kids is still fulfilling. Let’s go to bed and lie down.” She led him to her bedroom, where they made love three more times that night before falling asleep tangled up in each other’s arms.

  ****

  The two slept soundly. By the time Sophia finally awoke at about 11:00 a.m., Adam had already left, so she made herself brunch and spent the day lazing about the condo. That evening, a knock on the door interrupted Sophia’s solitude. Through the peephole, she saw that it was Blake knocking. Her heart hammering, Sophia answered, hoping that he didn’t know about her night with Adam. The thought of breaking the news that she had chosen Adam made her feel sick. She really didn’t want to tell him that. Then she paused to reflect. Had she really chosen Adam? Last night just…happened. But it didn’t necessarily mean that Blake was out of the running, did it?

  “Hi,” she said softly when she opened the door.

  He managed a wan smile. “Hi.” Somehow, she could tell that he knew.

  “Um, do you want to come in?” She stepped back and Blake entered the penthouse.

  “So, you and Adam.” He crossed his arms over his chest but didn’t seem angry. “I saw you two in the lobby, all over each other.”

  Sophia was crestfallen. “I’m sorry?”

  “After salsa dancing, I could feel the heat between us. I thought I might have a chance. But I just want to let you know that I’m not mad at you.”

  She nodded. This whole thing just hurt. It felt like breaking up, even though they had not been together. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

  “Don’t be sorry. He’s my brother. I really want him to be happy.” He paused, as he looked her up and down. “Damn, you look amazing today. You are just so beautiful.”

  She managed a fake smile. “Thanks. You are so handsome yourself. And I want you to know that I really like you. This choice…wasn’t easy. I don’t want to give you up, honestly. But I understand that I have to.”

  He shrugged. “It is OK. I was hoping you would choose me. Anyway, I just want you to know that I’d like to still go out, that is if you want to..”

  She sighed. “I didn’t really choose Adam. Things just…happened. We were at Ellis Island and….”

  “No need to explain.” He held up his hand to stop her. “

  “I think we can still date,” she said. Blake stepped through the doorway towards her and gave her a hug. Sophia allowed the embrace and smiled. It felt wrong, but also right. Blake moved to kiss her, and Sophia didn’t object.

  “If you aren’t busy tonight, do you want to watch a movie later,” Blake asked. “Adam will be out and won’t be back till Tuesday!” he said with a smile. Sophia knew that if she wanted to keep seeing Blake she would have to keep their relationship on pace with that she set with Adam. And she didn’t want to lose Blake, or break his heart.

  “OK. I’ll see you around 8.”

  Sophia showered and made herself up. Then she selected put on a sexy bra and panties set, with comfortable sweats on top. She rang his doorbell at around 8:30 and when he opened the door, walked in planting a quick kiss on his lips. Blake was relieved that Sophia was handling the situation so well. He also noted that she tasted good, like strawberries. They made it to the couch where Blake had two glasses of red wine and a big bowl of popcorn waiting.

  They selected the movie and started watching, but as these things go, neither of them was interested in the show. Blake moved closer on the couch, put down his glass of wine and then took Sophia’s glass and put that down as well. Taking Sophia by the shoulder, he reached in and kissed her. She moved closer too and kissed him back. Sophia couldn’t resist. She fell into his arms, pressing her chest against his as they kissed.

  Then Blake began to kiss down her neck, applying just enough pressure. She moaned and pulled his head closer, making him kiss her harder. She knew what was coming and longed to feel him inside of her. She wondered how he would compare to Adam.

  The heat between Sophia and Blake was undeniable, and she could feel that she was getting extremely wet. Soon he was on top of her, dry humping. She felt his hardening bulge against her mound. Sophia couldn’t resist reaching into the warmth of his pants and wrapping her hands around the girth of him. She needed to know how he compared to Adam. Contrary to what she imagined and fantasized about, it turns out they were about the same length and girth. Still, she wanted to compare and was enticed by the desire to feel him inside of her, filling her up. Knowing how amazing Adam was, she could not wait to make love to Blake as well.

  Blake moaned deep in his throat. “That feels so good,” he murmured as she stroked the soft skin of his shaft. As she worked her way down to his balls, he moaned even more deeply and arched his head back, exposing his throat. Sophia kissed him down his neck as she massaged his testicles and she felt him grow taut with desire.

  “Let’s go …” he murmured urgently.

  “To the bedroom?” she asked. It surprised her that he was a little more traditional than Adam, who had just thrown her over the couch.

  He nodded. He was no longer able to speak. Without waiting another moment, they dashed to the bedroom, where they began to rip off one another’s clothes. Sophia gasped and ran her fingers down his ripped chest and stomach, loving how tight and toned his body was. He was no more handsome or fit than Adam; both brothers had heavenly bodies, perfect pictures of masculine virility and fitness.

  She pushed him down on the bed and pulled off her top. Blake sighed with happiness when he saw that her ample breasts were being held back by only the skimpiest of bras. He caressed her full, round breasts, taking one and then the other into his mouth. He pushed her skirt up around her hips. Sophia removed her bra and panties. Without further foreplay or warning, she straddled him, sliding down onto his hard member and groaning with disbelief at how good it felt.

  She began to rock up and down, enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside of her. She could feel it swelling within her, filling her completely. He grabbed her butt, pushing and pulling her, using momentum to increase their strokes. They began to moan together as the delightful friction between them mounted.

  It only took a couple of minutes. “I’m coming,” she gasped suddenly, as the hairs along her neck stood up. Her orgasm took her by surprise, rocking through and electrifying her body. She pulsed and gushed around him as he continued to thrust up into her. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Blake smiled broadly, pleased to have pleasured her.

  After a few moments rest, he pushed her off of him and down onto the bed, and took over. Now he was on top - the dominant one. H
e guided his huge cock into her, and began to thrust into her with the fury of a storm. His thrusts kept getting faster and deeper until he could hold out no longer. Crying out, he filled her with his seed and then laid down on top of her, supported on his elbows, panting.

  “That was amazing,” he finally managed to say.

  “Yes,” she replied, also barely able to speak. Her entire body was still buzzing.

  As he rolled off of her, she felt the warm flow of their sex dribble out. She rolled over into his arms and they lay there, enjoying the comfort of being together, totally spent. Neither mentioned what they each were thinking: How could this have happened after her night with Adam?

  ****

  Unable to deal with her emotions, as Blake left her place Sophia called up her friend from NYU, Marcy. They agreed to meet her at the Central Park Starbucks on Broadway next to the Empire Hotel. The front windows reminded her of the quaint coffee shop where she and Blake had had their first little date, and that made her smile. She sipped on her almond milk latte as she waited for Marcy to show up.

  Marcy finally bustled in, late as usual. She was pink-faced and out of breath from running through the cold from the subway. “Sorry I’m late!” she sang as she unwrapped her huge pink scarf. “So! You said you had some big news.”

  “Aren’t you going to order something first?” Sophia asked.

  “No, no, I have to hear the news first. You know how I am.” She perched at the edge of her seat, clearly thrumming with anticipation. “So who is he?”

  Sophia gave a secretive smile. “Marcy, you know that I am a good Catholic girl, right?”

  Marcy smirked. “Yeah, right.” Then she sobered up and nodded. “You actually are.”

  “Yeah, I always have been. So, you can’t judge me for this, please.”

  “Of course not. This is a judgement-free zone. Everything stays between you and me.”

  “OK.” Sophia took a deep breath. “Because I’m actually going to sound like a total slut.”

  “Oh, just tell me.”

  Sophia laughed nervously. Her hands were shaking. This was a secret and she felt weird even telling Marcy, her closest friend. “So it’s two men in my life. And they’re brothers.”

  Marcy shrieked, turning heads throughout the Starbucks. “What! No! Sophia, you dirty little skank!”

  Sophia laughed but motioned for Marcy to lower her voice. “We don’t need all of Starbucks knowing about this!”

  “Sorry.” Marcy couldn’t compose herself, though. She was actually openly jealous of Sophia. “I have always fantasized about something like that!”

  “Really?” Sophia was taken aback. She had thought she was the only one with such a dirty mind.

  “Oh, yeah. I think it’s so hot. Have you, well, had a threesome?” Marcy lowered her voice to an obvious whisper.

  Sophia cringed. The word “threesome” was not one she threw around often. “Well, no.”

  “Do these guys even know about each other?”

  “That’s the weird thing. They do, and they’re competing for me.”

  “And they know about each other? Wow!” Marcy slapped the table, unable to contain herself any longer. “That’s amazing! You would think one or the other would back off.”

  “Honestly, I thought so too. But I slept with Adam last night and then Blake today. I’m still sore, honestly. I haven’t had so much sex in my life! And I can’t believe that they would both be willing to sleep with me.”

  Marcy grinned.

  Sophia paused. “But here’s the other thing. Do you know who these brothers are?”

  “Who?” Marcy leaned forward, her eyes wide and hungry for details.

  “Adam and Blake Franklin.”

  “What!” Marcy turned heads again as she slapped the table. “As in, the billionaire Franklins?”

  “Yup. Turns out they live in my building.”

  “Girl.” Marcy shook her head back and forth, her mouth hanging open. “This is like a plot from some filthy depraved romance novel. It’s not real life.”

  “I know.” Sophia started to giggle as she thought about the irony of her fate. Catholic school girl, now divorced, working at the Times, and sleeping with the Franklin brothers. She had certainly never foreseen anything remotely like this when she had imagined her future as a teenage girl, praying on her knees and trying hard not to daydream during the long sermons at school.

  “I mean, what? You have two billionaires living beside you, and you are sleeping with both of them. What is that, Sophia? What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I honestly have no idea.”

  “So now you have to choose a brother, huh? Tough choice. They’re both handsome.”

  “Handsome as hell.”

  “And they’re both filthy rich.”

  “Yep. But it’s not even that. They are actually nice guys. Both of them. And perfect gentlemen.”

  Marcy pursed her lips. “Tony was a gentleman, too.”

  Just like that, Sophia felt her high come crashing down. “True. And they seem to like models too.” She thought back on her conversation with Adam, where he revealed his dislike for models. Was he lying to her? Men sure were good liars. “I don’t know.”

  “It doesn’t mean you can’t have something with either of them. But you just have to be careful. I would hate to see you hurt again. It would hurt me, too. I hated seeing you when you found out about Tony’s thing.”

  Sophia nodded. She looked down as she stirred the dregs of her latte, which was now mostly deflated foam. “I don’t know.”

  “So how are you going to go about picking?”

  “I was kind of hoping you would help me with that.”

  Marcy laughed with a snort. “I wish I could. But I wouldn’t be able to choose either. Just have fun with both of them, I guess? Unless one of them gave you an ultimatum?”

  “No, not at all. They haven’t even really brought it up. But now that I’ve been with both of them….”

  “I guess it’s time to choose, huh?” Marcy sighed and stared out into the gray sky lingering over the park. “If only you could have both. That would be the life.”

  Chapter 6

  Sophia was not sure how to act around either brother, for fear they might be angry that she had slept with the other. She wondered if Adam knew about Blake. Blake certainly knew about her night with Adam.

  But things continued as before. Adam invited her to a party that night, after she met with Marcy. And the next day, she met Blake for coffee after they both finished work.

  Blake held the elevator door open for Sophia as they came home. She giggled at some joke he made as she stepped through, her heels clacking on the floor. They had had their usual jog and coffee in Central Park. Now she felt exhilarated and ready for an afternoon making love to him on her couch. It seemed implied that they would make love, right? After all, he was stepping out of the elevator with her, without even asking if he could come in. Surely they would….

  Just then, she froze. Standing in the hall were her mother, Angela Garcia, and…Tony. They all glared at her, and her mother’s mouth was open. What was she doing with a white guy? She could see them all thinking that.

  “It’s OK they are waiting for me. I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night, honey,” she said hastily, kissing him good night. She glanced at Tony, and noticed how his face hardened. He was a severe-looking man, with piercing dark eyes. He used the look he currently wore to wrench confessions in the courtroom. But it did not work on her after all of these years.

  “Come in,” she told her family briskly. Blake lingered by the elevator, clearly confused and put off by Tony’s glare.

  “What is going on?” she demanded as soon as the door shut behind her. Her family gathered around her, clearly ready to pounce and make her do their bidding. She had never seen them look so determined. The tension in the room was as thick and hot as stew and she just wanted to make them all leave. She didn’t even want to meet Tony’s eyes, but she was se
cretly proud that he had seen her with his old neighbor. How jealous he would probably be! It was always him having affairs, but now the tables have turned.

  “I am so disappointed in you,” Lupe started off. Her face was lived, her eyes shiny with anger. “What have you been thinking? We are family! And you run off with some gringo?”

  Sophia groaned. “That’s just not any gringo. He’s a very successful businessman – much richer than Tony even.”

  Tony stiffened and his mother clasped his arm. He was not used to being insulted.

  “You have made a terrible mistake, leaving my son,” Angela began. Her voice trembled slightly. “You two were bound by destiny. You were meant to be!”

  “Really? That’s funny because that’s actually what he told his mistress on one of his recordings. I heard it all.” Now she fixed Tony with a glare and he just stood tall, clear unperturbed by her anger.

  “You are overreacting,” he informed her. “I need you to calm down and think about things.”

  “Tony, you even agreed to the divorce. We have signed the papers. What are you even doing here? Is this an intervention?”

  “We are worried about you, mija. And we want to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life,” her mother pleaded. She looked as if she were on the verge of tears.

  “I forgive you for leaving me and I am ready to give you another chance,” Tony added.

  Sophia wheeled on him. She wished that Angela was not here so that she could slap him across the face. “You forgive me for leaving you?”

  “You have a womanly duty to me. You vowed to be my wife till death do us part,” he replied coldly. There was that tone she hated, the tone that meant he would never budge or apologize for anything. He pretended to be as perfect as his dry-cleaned Armani suits and Italian leather shoes and perfectly gelled hair.

  “You forgive me. But you can’t say sorry?” Sophia felt herself getting hysterical. She was even shaking. Tony’s coldness always made her want to scream. If anything, that attitude was more responsible for their divorce than the cheating. He never admitted to any wrongdoing and framed everything to be her fault somehow. She spent most of the marriage feeling low and slighted, like a terrible person who was wrong for everything.

 

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