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

by Natasha Spencer

  “Not to worry, I grade on a curve.” She was pulling at his chest hairs and thrusting her chest against his mouth.

  She looked up and saw the house which was going to become their love nest. They were basically going to be snubbing their nose at Nicholas who was fuming behind bars looking for his pound of flesh.

  “I always feel like somebody is watching me and I hope they are getting their fill of a very good show. I don’t need the lights out and seeing the expression on your face is priceless.” Taking a hold of her hips, he began to piston making the slapping motion of their bodies coming together sound like clapping thunder.

  “I don’t know what is happening to me, but I think I like it a little more than I should. I would never be fully complacent and I will always be looking over my shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s ingrained into me. I hope that you’re not alarmed when you wake up to find me standing at the window with a pensive look on my face.” Claire felt like this happiness could slip through her fingers and was holding on for dear life.

  “I will say that you coming into my life took me by surprise. Nobody is ever going to think twice about the way that we feel about one another.” Eric brought her down for a kiss to melt the polar icecaps. He turned her and heard her squeal with him now on his knees with her ankles in his hands.

  “A man like you could have any woman and yet you have eyes only for me. I’ve made some bad decisions in my life, but being with you isn’t one of them. The feel of your cock and the way that you look at me sends me to the moon and back.” She was pushing herself past her endurance and sliding across the sand was like a dream come true.

  “A woman like you could have any man and yet you found yourself falling for me. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m not going to pull at that thread too hard. If I could turn back time, I would do things differently and maybe take back all the words that would hurt another human being.” She only knew that what she did was because of a necessity for survival. Words were like weapons and she knew how to wield a seductive tone with the best of them.

  “Don’t stop now, when you’re so close to putting a smile on my face.” He was sucking her big toes and holding them to his chest at the same time.

  The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She was throwing sand in the air over anxious and quite elated by the fire burning out of control.

  “I’m right there with you and together we can conquer the world. Yes…squeeze all of it out of me…AHHHHHH.” They were breaking the sound barrier with screams of delight and then they slumped together in post-coital bliss.

  ***

  They would soon find out she was pregnant and they were having a baby boy. They had a heart to heart with his wife and she left after receiving enough money to live on for the rest of her natural life.

  She thought her past was something to worry about until she found out about the untimely demise of Nicholas behind bars. It was supposedly an accident, but Claire secretly believed Eric had his hand in his passing.

  They tried to discuss it, but he told her it was best to leave it alone unless she could really accept the truth. She didn’t want to see him differently and the subject was dropped.

  Going to work with him turned out to be a blessing in disguise. They could get more done together than they could apart. It didn’t hurt that the adrenaline rush of a business deal could lead to christening other parts of his office.

  They had everything they wanted, but not all secrets could be left to fester for long. It was just a matter time before they were going to have to fight alongside one another, but they were ready with a love stronger than any bond.

  Unwrapped by Him

  By: Natasha Spencer

  Unwrapped by Him

  © December 2017 – All rights reserved

  By Natasha Spencer,

  Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.

  This is a work of fiction. All names and characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher.

  Warning

  This book is intended for adult readers, 18+ years old. Please close this e-book if you are not comfortable reading adult content.

  Chapter One

  “And one…two…three…and hold!”

  The music pumped out loudly as the room of mostly women, and a handful of men, held their stretches, bent over, bottoms up in the air. They were all at various stages of development and abilities, but Ashleigh was proud of every one of them.

  “And release…nice and slow…and stand…”

  She ran her fingers through her short –and now pretty wet– black hair and grinned at the room, bouncing up and down on her toes and shaking out her limbs.

  Everyone copied her, their red hot, sweaty faces looking relieved to bring the session to a close.

  “You’ve done great, guys!” She laughed buoyantly and ran over to switch off the music, still full of energy despite the intense one-hour work out. Most of the others in the room were all puffed out and ready to drop, but not Ashleigh.

  “I’ll see you all next week!” she called out as her clients began to disperse, a general hum of chit-chat filling the air as they talked about the session, or their plans for the weekend. Her Friday evening sessions were always her favorite. Everyone was in such a good mood and pumped to have a couple of days off work. It was different for Ashleigh though. Being a personal trainer, she often found herself working weekends too, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed what she did, and operating on a self-employed basis allowed her flexible hours.

  Draping a towel around her neck and taking a swig from her water, Ashleigh headed out the room after the last of her clients, wandering down the corridors of the gym where she worked towards the front desk in the reception area. She needed to clock out and let them know the session was over, and also check when she was next booked in. Tuesday was her next regular session, but she was pretty sure she had a private one booked before that.

  “Hey, Trina,” she smiled at the girl on reception as she arrived.

  Katrina, or Trina, as everyone called her, had quickly become one of Ashleigh’s closest friends since she’d started working at the gym a year and a half ago.

  “Hey, Ash,” Trina grinned back, looking relieved to get a bit of a break from the monotony. Working the reception desk was a pretty boring job, all in all. “How’d it go today?”

  “Yeah, great.”

  “You look a little sweaty.”

  Ashleigh laughed and wiped her forehead with the towel. “Yeah, I’m in severe need of a shower, but just wanted to check about next week.”

  “Uh yeah… one sec…”

  Trina tapped on the keyboard and pulled up Ashleigh’s schedule, while Ash glanced around the reception area and looked up at the TV, catching a glimpse of the latest news headlines. Nothing good, as per usual.

  “Tuesday, you’re in for your spin class…”

  Ashleigh nodded, as Trina continued.

  “Oh wait, and it says here you’ve got a one-to-one with Bryony on Monday morning at 10. That sound right?”

  “Yeah, that was it. Honestly, I couldn’t remember, my mind’s like a sieve these days.”

  “Yeah? Good job I’m here then,” Trina smiled and clicked off the screen. “You got a lot on your mind?”

  “Kinda,” Ashleigh shrugged and took a swig from her water. “I’ll fill you in after my shower; I feel skanky.” In truth, she probably could have told her what was up right then and there, but she had just lost her nerve – again.

  Trina laughed and reluctantly turned her eyes back to her work, not suspecting a thing. “Alright, see you in a bit then.”

  Ashleigh strode off back down the corridor and took a left, disappearing into the changing rooms. She opened up her locker, t
ook out her bag, and found herself a spare shower, letting the hot water wash away all the hard work and any nagging thoughts she had regarding the conversation she was about to have with Trina. She knew her friend wouldn’t take too well to her news, but she hoped she’d be supportive nonetheless.

  She didn’t bother drying off her hair, just patting it with a towel then slicking it back. Having short hair was a real bonus – it dried off so quickly on its own. Next, she got changed into some fresh clothes and stuffed the old sweaty ones in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. She checked her appearance once in the mirror. She still looked hot, but at least she was hot and clean now, rather than hot and sweaty. Her cheeks were all rosy and fresh; healthy. She grinned at herself, flashing a set of sparkling white teeth, then left the changing rooms and strolled through to the reception at a more leisurely pace, feeling chilled and relaxed after her shower, and in a better frame of mind to be able to talk to Trina.

  “Hey.” She leaned her elbows up on the desk and Trina immediately swung her chair around to face her, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “So…what have you got to tell me? Have you got a boyfriend or something?” She gave a little squeal of anticipated delight. She was always asking Ash whether she’d managed to land herself a boyfriend yet, and the answer was always the same. A resounding no. And she wasn’t interested in that type of thing. Not at the moment. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She certainly didn’t want to rush into a relationship after the last handful of disasters. She’d been hurt in the past, and she wasn’t about to walk down that road again anytime soon.

  “Noooo, it’s nothing like that,” she laughed and rolled her eyes in response. “It’s not even…a definite thing yet but…I’ve been thinking about it a lot, which explains why my head’s a bit all over the place right now.”

  “Come on then, spit it out, what is it?”

  “Well, uh… I’ve applied to be a runner on a movie.”

  Trina’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh, no way!”

  “Yeah, I just like… I saw this advert, and I just thought, why not? I’ve always wanted to work in the movies and most people start off being runners so…it’s kinda the bottom rung on the ladder type of thing,” she shrugged, trying to play it down. “You basically drive people around, go and get coffee and sandwiches, post mail, print off scripts, odd jobs, you know?”

  “Okay, but like, does that mean you’re gonna be quitting here permanently? How long’s this job last and where’s it filming?”

  Ashleigh bit her lip. She knew that question was bound to come, and it was the reason she’d been nervous sharing her news initially. “Well, it’d be out in LA and–”

  “Whaaaaat? You’re ditching us for Hollywood?” Trina laughed.

  Ash chuckled and shook her head. “Look, I probably won’t even get the job, it’s such a long shot. Imagine how many other people apply for this kind of thing, and I’m just…some personal trainer. There’ll be people much more qualified than me.”

  Trina frowned and pulled a face. “Psssh, don’t think like that. You’re awesome. Why wouldn’t they want you?”

  Ashleigh smiled and bit her bottom lip softly. “Thanks. And…well, I guess I would be leaving here but…not permanently. The shoot would only be a few months and then I’d be back.”

  “Nah, then you’d be snapped up by Hollywood and enlisted in some other movie, then another, then another. I mean, that’s the whole idea, right? You’re doing this because you want to break into the film industry? Not just do one movie then return home to your ordinary job with us boring lot.” Trina grinned, her voice full of humor, and obviously not mad about this at all.

  “You think I should go for it?”

  “Of course you should, babe. I mean, yeah, I’ll be sad to see you go but…this is your dream! I remember you gushing about wanting to be in movies when we first met. You gotta follow your dreams, Ash. Come here.” And at that, she stood up and opened up her arms to give Ashleigh a hug over the desk.

  It was true. As much as she loved being a personal trainer, her heart had always been in the movies, ever since she was a kid. It was her passion, and her dream.

  Ashleigh grinned and happily leaned into it. “Aww, thank you. That’s really sweet of you, Treens…but y’know…like I said, it’s a long shot anyway.”

  “Try and think positive, yeah?” Trina murmured near her ear, then gave her a squeeze and pulled back from the embrace. “And in the meantime, I’ll see you on Monday.”

  “Yeah, see you on Monday,” Ashleigh gave Trina a final little wave as she headed to the electronic double doors and the exit, to her car waiting outside.

  The cool evening air was refreshing and welcome, and the encouragement from her friend filled her heart the whole ride home.

  ‘Think positive.’ Well, she would certainly try.

  Chapter Two

  Thinking positive was hard, especially when she was checking her e-mails every single day to see whether she’d received any kind of response from the film company. And her mailbox, and her voicemail. She was trying her best not to get her hopes up, and also not to give up completely, but with each passing day she was walking a fine balance between the two and it seemed her mind was starting to lean more towards the negative. After all, what possible reason could they have to employ her out of everyone else who had applied?

  In the meantime, she got on with her everyday life as a trainer, going to the gym three times a week for her regular sessions, and sometimes a little extra for her one-to-ones, which were more irregular and sporadic, based on when her clients were available.

  In between working, she often had time to pursue her other hobbies, which was one of the things she appreciated the most about her schedule and the freedoms it allowed her. She volunteered at an animal shelter once per week, helping out with the stray and abandoned dogs and cats. She’d always wanted a pet of her own, but the small apartment she lived in didn’t allow them. This was her way of being able to interact with animals without actually owning them, and it always made her happy to see a dog or cat she had cared for get re-homed with good, kind owners.

  She also loved singing, and that was another of her weekly activities. There was an open mic night down at one of the local bars on a Wednesday evening, and Ashleigh could nearly always be found there, wearing a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done nice – looking totally different to her usual sporty appearance at work. She loved to dress up and feel attractive when she went out. Sometimes she’d even curl her hair or style it differently. That was part of the fun for her: dressing up, feeling like someone else for the night. It was like acting. And when she had those clothes on, and that makeup, and that hair, she could be anything or anyone she wanted to be, and it gave her the confidence to get up on stage and sing, because she was pretending. She would close her eyes and imagine she was Marilyn Monroe or Grace Kelly, all her heroes from the old movies who had such beautiful, pretty voices.

  And Ashleigh had one too.

  She knew she did. She’d been told that her whole life, and when she was younger, she always got the best parts in musicals at school. It was just her confidence that was the problem sometimes.

  The people she knew and talked to at the open mic night were a completely different set of friends to the ones she knew from work and the animal shelter. It was like she led three separate lives, and the three of them rarely met or clashed, which was a relief to her. Her ‘musician friends’ were, of course, encouraging of her ambition in film, and one of them had even suggested she submit an MP3 of her singing along with her application to be a runner; that she should be open and honest with the film company and let them know she was ambitious and keen to go further in the industry and break into acting. Although she was nervous of that idea at first, she was eventually talked into it and she did it. Now though, she was beginning to wonder if that was the reason they hadn’t got back to her. Maybe they thought she was too arrogant and big-headed,
or maybe they hated her singing. Was she even that good? Negative thoughts plagued her mind more often than the positive ones, and it was getting harder to concentrate on her work at the gym.

  Trina must’ve noticed the change in her, and chatted her up about it one lunchtime after her spinning class, when the two of them were both on a break at the same time and getting a sandwich together from the gym canteen.

  “You shouldn’t beat yourself up over this whole thing, y’know?” she said gently as they sat down and began to eat.

  It had been over three weeks since Ashleigh first applied, so at this point, they had both pretty much accepted that she hadn’t been chosen for the position.

  “There’ll be loads more opportunities like this,” continued Trina encouragingly. “Think about it. Movies are being shot all the time, which means they probably need runners all the time too. You should look out for adverts more often, maybe join a few websites that send you job alerts for that type of thing, or join an agency that can find work like that for you. There’s all kinds of proactive things you could be doing to increase your chances of breaking into that industry. Maybe you’ve just never considered them before because you thought this was all a pipedream, but now you’ve actually put yourself out there and done it, maybe you won’t hold yourself back anymore.”

  Ashleigh thought about what her friend was saying. Those were all really good points, and deep down she knew she was right. Maybe this was just the start.

  “I guess so…”

  “I know so,” Trina smiled and nudged her gently. “Don’t give up yet. This is only the first hurdle. You’re not a quitter, are you?”

  “No…”

  “Exactly. I’ve seen how hard you push your clients in their workouts, so maybe you should start pushing yourself a little more too. Mentally, I mean, not physically. You’re fit enough.” She laughed, and Ashleigh joined in, feeling much more relaxed about the whole issue, and amazed at Trina’s ability to make her feel good about herself just by saying the smallest things.