Stroked by my Dad's Best FriendA Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  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. He 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 secretly 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.

  “And you vowed to do the same. But you are the one who stepped out on me. You are the one who left me.” Sophia had to fight to hold back tears. She was shaking with rage. Her vision was narrowing into a tunnel, as she began to develop a stress headache.

  “You need to stop this foolishness and return to the man who loves you. Look at him. He loves you!” Angela raised her voice. She was gesturing eagerly to her son. Like most Hispanic mothers, she had a special affection for her successful first son, and in her eyes, Tony could do no wrong.

  Their tight relationship was another source of unresolvable conflict in their marriage. Tony was always telling his mom personal things about Sophia – embarrassing things! Like her trouble conceiving and her female problems. It often felt as if everything she told him ended up in Angela’s ears, and subsequently her mother’s. She learned early on not to tell Tony things. So much for a loving, trusting marriage.

  “I want you to be happy, mija, and you are lying to yourself right now. This is not God’s way. You need a man, a happy family. A woman should not be alone in this city.” Lupe gazed around the penthouse, her face wrinkled in sadness. “You are throwing something wonderful away and we mothers have had it. We are here to bring you back to Tony.”

  “You can stop being stubborn now, Sophia,” Tony added.

  “Stubborn?” She gasped with shock. “Is that what you are calling it?” Then she whipped on her mother. “And how is this not God’s way? Tony lived here. He worked. Now I am in his place. I think this is God’s way. It’s my way. I paved my way and I am successful, even if you can’t see it.”

  “You don’t need to do all of this. You can go back to the house in Long Island and let me take care of you. I know you preferred that. You could go get your nails done every week at that salon you liked and go out with your friends,” Tony went on.

  He spoke as if Sophia had led a life of leisure and luxury with him, when in reality she slaved away cleaning the house without a maid and she never went out with friends because Tony was too jealous. Sometimes she got her nails done, as a way to unwind after a long week of cleaning toilets and keeping the house in the immaculate condition that Tony expected. He had nearly lost his mind when she had decided to go to school but he decided to humor her. He had even footed the bill and smirked when she talked about her classes. She was expected to still have the housework done by the time he returned from work if he even came home. Sophia decided to say so. “I gave everything to you. I didn’t go get my nails every week and I certainly didn’t go out with friends. I was trapped in your home it felt like, working away, cleaning up your messes and cooking. I couldn’t even go out while you were always gone.”

  “That is what a wife is expected to do,” Angela snapped.

  “You act so spoiled! Mi Dios!” her mother cried. “I raised you better than this, my child.”

  “You would rather work than clean?” Angela tsked. “What is wrong with you? My son works hard. He is a good man. He will give you everything and he has given you everything. Why must you keep taking from him and being so stubborn? You have hurt him. Look at his eyes!”

  When Sophia looked at him, she did not see any hurt. Only coldness. He was a chiseled man, handsome, but also hard as stone. He pretended to be perfect and could do no wrong. And that included ever expressing any emotion. To him, emotion made him weak. He clung to his masculine pride with an infuriatingly tight grip. Perhaps if he had broken down and pledge his love for her, swore to be faithful, and begged her to come back, perhaps then she might have reconsidered. But he never did any of that, not even once since she had left him. And now it was too late.

  She steeled herself as she looked away from his stony face. If he would be cold, then she would be the same. “I am sorry if I have hurt Tony, but he has hurt me more,” she replied with coldness.

  Tony snorted. “You are very stubborn, Sophia. That is a fault you need to work on if you want to be happy in life.”

  “Do you think I care how you feel?” Angela spat. “This is my son! You are his wife!”

  “Not for much longer,” Sophia replied.

  “Mom,” she snapped, then she took a deep breath and shut her eyes as she felt the relaxation filter through her body from her deep inhalation. “Mom. I have had enough. I have had enough of all of you.” Then she opened her eyes and fixed them on Tony. “Especially you. You are…you are something else. And I want all of you out. I am done with this marriage and I am done being told what to do and who to be. I know you don’t understand me, but this is the life I want. And I don’t care if it is not my womanly duty or God’s way. It is what I want. I am a modern American woman. So please leave.” She opened the door and indicated for them to leave.

  They all gasped and exchanged looks. Tony was the first to regain his composure. Without even a backward glance, he stormed out, unwilling to lower his pride any more for Sophia. He was not the kind of man to chase a woman. He only cared about himself. Angela and Lupe shuffled out after him, refusing to look at Sophia and muttering to themselves in shock about what a horrible and cold-hearted person she was. They did not even say good-bye to her. But her mother did yell one last thing about how she was a fallen woman and a bad daughter as Sophia closed the door and triggered the alarm system.

 
She was sure it would be weeks before they would even speak to her again. And maybe longer before she would be willing to speak to them.

  Relieved to have the place to herself now, she collapsed on the couch and inhaled deeply. She couldn’t even really feel right now because she had experienced such a storm of emotion just moments before. Then she crossed to the kitchen to get some wine. As the red Merlot filled the glass and the scent filled her nostrils, she heard a knock. She groaned. “What now!” She was pleasantly surprised to look through the peephole and find both Franklin brothers waiting for her on the other side.

  “Are you OK?” they asked, as she opened the door.

  The brother exchanged odd looks. Then they asked if they come in.

  Sophia groaned internally. Was this going to be another confrontation? Seeing Tony’s cold face and his unapologetic attitude had already hurt her enough, not to mention dealing with the combined forces of her mother and mother-in-law. Ex-mother-in-law, that is. She did not think she could handle another ugly ordeal. The expressions that both brothers wore did not bode well, either.

  “Take a seat,” she said crisply. Then she began gulping down the wine. She was going to need it to get through this.

  “Adam and I heard everything,” Blake began.

  “And we know how you’re probably feeling right now,” Adam added.

  “I couldn’t believe what Tony said to you. I thought he was a better man than that,” Blake apologized. His eyes were full of genuine empathy.

  “I mean, what a pompous prick,” Adam blurted out.

  Sophia stared at Adam, unable to believe he had spoken about Tony that way, and then she began to laugh. “That’s so true. He is such a prick. And I can’t believe I let him make me feel so bad.” It was a rush, calling him a prick. Never before had she actually spoken about him with anything but civility and respect. Even when she was furious with him over his mistress, she did not call him names. But it felt good to finally let all her pent-up anger out and blaspheme him for the prick that he really was. That simple word truly summed up everything about Tony!