by Eva Luxe
"That's it?"
"Yeah. Why? Something wrong?"
"Not gonna tell me what kind of class or where you're even attending school? And you even expect me to believe it takes that long to attend classes?” My veins felt the blood rushing to my head. Was she cheating?
Already? I didn’t want to approach her, she still needed to bear my offspring. Stacy sat there with the most innocent look like nothing happened.
About ten hours, and this was all she could tell me?
Stacy frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you now, my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. She was keeping something from me.
"We have a contract," I reminded her, folding my arms.
"And I'm following it. It didn't say you got to stick your nose all over my business. You just need a baby and I need money. Leave it to that."
"I can't!" I shouted. Stacy backed up and sighed.
"You will. Now I have studying to do. Bye."
These emotions… running through me. They were not normal. And I didn’t like them one bit.
Chapter 11
Stacy
I stomped down the hall and found a random empty room to study in. Inside was stacked with a lot of books. It wasn’t dusty like your typical library, nor was it too light. It was filled with warm lighting and a slight scent of cinnamon. The book cases were made of some sort of expensive wood, knowing Grant, and gold molding in the corners.
“Wow, looks like he’s got some sort of taste,” I sneered to myself.
I locked the door behind me and sat down at the table in the middle.
“Damn it,” I hissed. I forgot my backpack out there with him.
Why did Grant make me feel so weird. All he needed was a baby, so why did he want to know so much about me?
Not like I was asking him his life story.
I placed my head on the desk and glanced at the book case in front of me. Didn’t hurt to take a look. Getting up, I pulled down my dress and wandered over to one of his book cases.
One of the books he had was by Aristotle, he even had the Great Gatsby in his collection. Golden spines adorned some of his books as well. I loved books. Especially when I was done with dancing I’d always crack open a book before dozing off.
Maybe that was one of the reasons I was still hanging on in college with good grades.
While I was flipping through his books, I heard the door knob jiggle behind me. The door opened, and who else than Grant Carter himself, strode inside.
“Stacy…” he started, not finishing his sentence.
“Figures you could open any door in your home. Just wanted some privacy.” I turned back to the book in my hands and read a random page. Anything to get my mind off of him.
“I understand,” he said, sitting down at the table I was at. Sighing, I turned around and stared him down. Didn’t the word privacy mean anything to him?
This was his home though, so that probably wasn’t an option. Giving up, I sat down next to him with the book I had pulled from his book case.
Grant turned around and turned me around as well by the shoulders. He began to knead at my knotted and twisted muscles. Damn, was I that stressed?
“You’re good with your hands, you know,” I said, feeling my body loosen up.
“I’ve been told that a lot,” he teased, a small chuckle under his breathe.
“Heh, guess so.”
Grant’s fingers dug into all the right places, making me moan as if we were having sex. God, he was that good. His scent began to swirl around my nose again, that manly mix of pine and sandalwood.
I fell into his trap; a daze of relaxation and temporary euphoria.
“You should understand my concern…” he began.
“Huh?” My mind was too busy spinning with the release of stress from my shoulder blades
“My sister. When she was five years old, she was kidnapped right in front of my parents and I. I thought we lost her. But after a gruesome two weeks we got her back,” he explained, pressing my muscles into a gooey yummy sore mess.
“Really? I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize, you had nothing to do with that. I only want to let you know why I’d like to know where you are. You are going to be carrying my child,” he leaned in close to my ear, “really soon.”
With that dick of his, of course.
Grant slid something hard onto the table and I looked over to see what it was.
“A phone? I already—”
“You’ll use this one too. So I can know where you are and check in on you. Don’t forget who you’re technically with. People will try anything to make a buck.” He picked up the phone and held it in front of me, urging me to take it.
“Afraid someone’s gonna run off with me?”
“Not funny.”
“Fine,” I said, grabbing the phone to look at it more closely. That was when I realized what I was holding and dropped it. Luckily there was carpet in the room and the screen wasn’t shattered. “Oh my god, isn’t this the newest X-Phone? I thought this wasn’t supposed to come out for another year?”
“You’re forgetting who I am,” he said, poking my side. Grant did have a tender side.
“Oh, duh. Of course you’ll get gifts from every company out there.”
“Still wrong.” He stopped massaging my poor muscles and I groaned. No, keep going, that felt so good.
“What then?” I asked, annoyed.
“I have a lot of shares in the X-Phone company. So I always get the newest models before it hits the public.”
Grant scooted his chair closer to mine then sighed.
“This isn’t the best position to rub your back in,” he said, getting up.
“Then what is? Because I seriously want that back rub again.”
Grant nodded his head at the table.
“Wait, the table?” I looked at it and imagined my boobs getting squashed.
“Yes, haven’t you been to a massage place before?” Which ones did he go to?
“No. I don’t have that luxurious life you have.”
“Not yet, you mean. How about the bedroom? Come.”
How’d that turn from a question to a command? He held his hand out and I placed mine in it. Tugging me out of my chair, I followed him down the hall back to his bedroom. It was big enough to be a damn apartment.
Actually, it was bigger than my studio. Rich people, they were so damn spoiled.
In his room I laid down and Grant got back to work on my muscles. This time he included my thighs and feet. I took in his scent and allowed it to make my mind drift on silly impossibilities. Like, marriage, a family, those sort of rare things that didn’t much exist anymore.
Grant’s hands smoothed up my thighs, and with every round, my dress would be lifted higher and higher. I got the message.
“Yeah, go ahead and massage my ass too while you’re at it.”
“Good. I was going to anyways.” He gave my butt cheeks a firm grab with each of his hands.
“Wait, you weren’t going to ask?” I turned my head to the side, frowning.
“Why would I? You’re mine, don’t forget that.”
His sudden dominance made me shiver in my panties.
Grant continued to massage me, but when he moved to the front to do my back, I saw that delicious bulge nestled in his crotch.
I took a playful lick at his bulge and he growled.
"I mean, it's all in my face. What do you think I was gonna do about it?"
"I wasn't expecting you to lick my pants."
"I was going after your cock," I chuckled.
"Maybe something else needs massaging."
"Baby making time again?"
I turned over onto my back and Grant crawled over me.
"Let's not waste any time. I want you pregnant with my baby."
Grant reached down into his pants and freed his cock. It was already hard and red, ready to pound more of his seed into me so I could be swollen with his hei
r.
How did he end up needing all of this anyways?
I parted my legs and he smoothed a hand over my pussy. Having him over me like this made my nipples tingle with anticipation and my panties dripping with juices.
Real cock was better than any vibrator in the world. there was more to sex than just the orgasm, and unfortunately, I learned that being with Grant.
I shouldn't have to learn it that way. There was nothing between us, nothing but air.
I sunk down into his expensive mattress and sheets and revelled in the feeling of his hands roaming my body and how his scent would drift by my nose every s o often.
"You're not still sore, are you?" he asked, smoothing over my nipples with his bare cold hands.
"I'm good. All the walking I did today helped it."
"We'll see," he hummed, inching into my entrance with his cock. I didn't know skin could feel so... taught. I could feel his firmness inside me as he went further into me.
"Wow, that feels amazing," I gasped out, unsure how to process the pleasure. Grant grinned and latched onto a nipple through my dress, silently making me lose my mind.
Once he was all the way inside, I used my pussy to pull him in even deeper, all the way until it was impossible to go further.
My breathing wouldn't stay steady, and I liked that. This was real, uncensored… and surreal.
"Hold on," Grant whispered into my ear, nibbling it. His hot breath swept my my ear, heating my core.
"Okay," I murmured.
He began a rhythm that was quick, slamming into me with his heavy balls. The tip of his cock was well pronounced. Each time it slipped in and out of me, I could feel the thick rim and defined slit rub against my clit.
I was edged each painful time near an explosive orgasm. I even wondered what my ‘O’ face looked like.
Grant’s thrusts turned into a fight for the finish line, so he could mark me once again and sway the odds of me getting pregnant sooner in his favor.
I wanted to get pregnant sooner too, but the hard part has yet to come.
“Fuck,” Grant hissed, pounding into my pussy.
I was too lost in the wonderful waves of pleasure tossing me around to really care what anything looked like.
When he paused against me and I slammed into my orgasm like a car slamming into a wall at a hundred miles per hour, I felt his seed shoot into me like a fire hydrant.
I sure has hell would be surprised if I weren’t pregnant by now.
“Wow, that was…” I lost my words. Way too exhausted to talk.
Bang bang bang.
“What’s that?” I muttered.
Grant looked up at the bedroom door, which was open. So the banging had to be coming from his front door, wherever that was.
“Stay here, Stacy.” His words were gentle and kind, with a hint of caution. Placing the covers over me, Grant went out to see who was banging on the door. Even though I was tired, I was never too tired to see a little drama… as long as it didn’t concern me.
I peeked out of the door to see him check his cameras. The banging continued.
“Carmen…” he said under his breath. Wait, was that his girlfriend or something? No, I shook that thought right out of my head. He wouldn’t have ‘hired’ me, and plus, not like I cared, he wasn’t my boyfriend or significant other in the first place.
Grant pushed a button an looked up at his monitor as he began to speak. “Ms. Carlissa,” huh, he was calling her by her last name, formal, “how may I help you, I’m quite busy.”
“Open the door,” she demanded. I didn’t like her voice, it rubbed me the wrong way. I wrapped the covers back around me as they slipped off. What was going on?
“Ms. Carlissa—”
“I have more papers from the court,” she urged. My gut did back flips, why was she here at such a late time? Courts weren’t open this late.
Grant sighed and opened the door with another push of the button.
Ms. Carlissa opened the door and marched inside.
I dipped back in when Ms. Carlissa entered inside. I didn't have a reason to really worry, but something about her just didn't jive right.
Not at all. What did Grant have to do with her?
"Grant, I'm concerned," she said, walking towards her. I watched from the crack of the door carefully. Her body movements were slow and sneaky, and she didn't dress like she was there for any formal or legit business. No, she was wearing red everything; red jacket, lipstick, and heels.
"Carmen, you said you have papers, let me see them. I have no time for foolishness."
"Why I came to help you out of this mess. You're not the type of man who wants kids."
Grant's face contorted and he beared his teeth. Carmen stepped back, surprised at his sudden changed.
"You have no idea what I want, tramp!" he shouted.
I jumped and the door accidentally creaked when I bumped into it. Now both their eyes were on me.
No need to hide now.
I stepped out of the room and looked at both of them.
"So you're using her? This wannabe slut's going to give you a child?" Carmen scoffed, holding her wrist up to her mouth. Like that gave her any manners. Bitch didn't want to get on my bad side. I could still fight. And looking at her? She'd be easy to take down in such high fuck me pumps.
"And who are you?" I asked, moving my covers around me, making it obvious she interrupted something.
She looked me up and down like a hungry lion and gritted. "None of your business."
"I thought you weren't important enough. How about you leave," I moved over to Grant's arm. He better cooperate with me, "because you're interrupting us."
"Indeed so, Ms. Carlissa. Do I need security?" Grant said, his hand ready to push the button to call security.
She glared at us both with titanium daggers in each eye.
"Fine. Play it your way," she yelled, stomping out and slamming the door behind her.
I turned to Grant with hunched shoulders. “Who was she?” I couldn’t help but feel jealous. Angry, whatever the fuck it was, it was irritating.
“An old acquaintance,” he said, walking down the hall. Wait, he wasn’t trying to explain who she was either.
“That’s it?”
Grant stopped and spun around. “I asked you where you were today, I didn’t get much of an answer, now did I. Go to sleep, you need your rest for our baby’s sake.”
I sucked my teeth and went out into the living room. I had been here for two days now, and I needed more clothes. Plus, I needed to check in on someone.
Chapter 12
Grant
Stacy went into the bedroom and shut the door. If this were a real relationship, I'd swear that'd be her way of saying 'sleep on the fucking couch'.
Giving her an explanation was out of the question. She was only an employee, a vessel for my baby. Nothing else.
But then... as I began to walk down the hallway, I couldn't tear myself away from that hurt look on her face.
Stacy was young, gentle, yet smart and feisty. She wasn't the general stereotype I'd see everyday.
And that alone meant I owed her some sort of explanation.
I walked over to my bedroom door and turned the knob. It was locked.
I jiggled it a few times to see if Stacy would hear and let me in. No, this was the library all over again. I sucked my teeth and pulled out my master key.
She opened the door a crack, staring up at me with her big blue eyes. Carmen's presence alone must've disturbed her.
"I'm sorry, Stacy." The word sorry was foreign to me. Stacy opened the door more and walked to the bed where she threw herself onto it and buried her head in a pillow.
"I didn't like her. You had bad taste in women. I'm disappointed," Stacy scolded.
I laughed and straightened my collar.
"I did indeed. But she was never my girlfriend."
"A fling?" Stacy asked.
"Almost. But something about her turned me off. Way off
."
I sat on the bed next to her and rubbed her back.
This was time for a back massage. Maybe I could get her to do anything with a good enough massage.
Stacy let me knead in her back and shoulders for a few minutes until she jumped up.
"I have to take a shower, I feel dirty."
Those words stung me.
"Did I make you feel that way?" I asked, holding my breath. I wasn't used to rejection. Not from someone like Stacy who was slowly but surely breaking all my rules and making me break my own.
"No, today I walked through so much smog and dust, and grass and such. Plus, we had sex not too long ago."
I smirked. "Does that mean I can join you?"
"I don't think so. I might get dirty again," she said, winking.
Stacy left her covers behind and walked into the bathroom with a slow switch.
Her ass was perfect. Everything about her was perfect, and there was no more denying it. Fuck it all.
She wasn't just an employee or some carrying case for my child.
She was mine, and I was going to keep her.
No woman ever put this dull ache in my heart before.
She was the first. And my last.
Four weeks later…
We had decided to wait a little before we went to the doctors to see if she was pregnant. Stacy kept putting it off, and a tiny voice inside me wouldn’t stop speaking.
Was it mine?
After all, she did have a nasty habit of slipping out at night. Which I was going to address soon.
I was sitting in the living room, looking over more proposals and budgets for my company. Stacy whizzed by with her back pack and pounded on the elevator button to go down.
“What are you in a rush for? I have my driver drive you every day.”
“Yeah, but your driver isn’t immune to bad traffic. Plus, I’m still going to be late.” Stacy smoothed her hair back and sighed. “And I have midterms today.”
I got up and went to her side, rubbing her back, I left a kiss on her forehead.
“Woah, what was that for? You’re not the tender kind.” Stacy rubbed her forehead with wonder.