by B PRINCE
It felt incredible having the water cascading over my body. I got completely carried away.
I kept on imagining what it would be like to be his one and only girl. Then I thought to be realistic; the man is from another side of the tracks. And by the way, he has a wife. He must have or why would he wear a ring? "
I did not realize, my cleansing process had taken quite a while. That is until I finally snapped out of my thoughts.
I heard the persistent sounds of the door bell.
I hurried out the shower, grabbed a towel. It had to be Haley at the door. I wrapped the towel around my body and swung the front door open. It was not Haley, it was the lady at Slade's office, his wife?
"Hi, I am Erica!" She said, looking me over. "Do you mind if I come in?"
It wasn't a question because she pushed past me into the foyer.
" I'm sorry, didn't mean to come barging in like this. Usually, I would have called, but I figured we should meet."
I glanced at her and raised an eyebrow.
" Oh," I said." I'm sorry, not sure why you are here. But it's not a very good time. I just got out of the shower."
She said oh don't worry about that I won't be long. Thought we should talk."
About?" I asked feigning ignorance.
She began touching my furniture as she strolled along. It was as though she owned the apartment. After all she is the Slade, the future senator's fiance or wife.
Then she turned and gave me a dark stare.
"About how we are both screwing Slade!"
I demanded that she leave my home.
she can't barge into my place to start a fight.
"Please go," I said to her standing holding the door open.
She laughed as she made her way to the door. She said: "Leave my husband alone."
Goodness not only did I lose my virginity to a man I barely knew, Now, but I was also actually having an affair with a married man?
"I must admit, I wasn't expecting you to live in this part of town" she snorted.
Please leave!" I said getting irritated.
She shrugged and said: No need to get your panties up in a bunch.
You would not want to jeopardize his future, now would you?
I don't know a lot about you. But what I do know is I know is you are young and beautiful. He can never be with you. You are his plaything darling. He is mine. We both understand that you don't want to ruin his future now do you?"
"You came all the way here to tell me that he's yours? I don't see the connection? I don't even know you," I said to her holding back my tears.
"Well, so that you know. I will be keeping an eye on you. "
She said with her hand stretched out to shake mine. I declined.
She laughed and said: "that's OK I will take my leave. Oh, by the way, I know everything that goes on in this town.
She walked out the door brushing Haley aside.
Haley stared at her. Then she stared at me.
Who was that? She whispered.
I lifted my hands up in the air and shook my head. Then I said: "Oh that's his little thing."
Haley giggled.
His play thing? Well, she is quite snooty.
"Yeah...."
"I get it. she wants you to know that you can't have him,"
Haley said shutting the door behind her.
She held my hand and said: "you know what you need? We should go out and celebrate."
I laughed. Then I said: "What's there to celebrate? I'm pregnant for a taken billionaire?"
"No not that. We should celebrate our finding him. And that girl, you hit the jackpot. You're going to have a billionaire's heir! You have to teach me, dear! Innocent Meghan, knocked up by a billionaire! Wow!"
I did not smile. If she said those words to cheer me up, it did not.
"I'm sorry," she said. I wanted to lighten the mood.
I said:
"I understand it's not your fault. I should never have gone through with the bet.
"No, it's alright fate must have a reason for this," Haley said encouraging me.
I guess I never know why. I said.
And with that, we both sat on the sofa resting our heads on each other.
Chapter 11
·They argue meet
Slade
It'd been a few days since she stormed out of my office. I couldn't keep my mind off her, and this was affecting my campaign. I listened in as my trust advisers told me what my next move ought to be.
They tried to sell to the voters as a man who is in touch with his community.
I am, but everyone wants to change me.
They said I needed to clean up my rock star image.
I didn't see any problem with my image. After all, voters who are going to vote for me knowing who I am so why would it make a difference.
I could not get her out of my mind.
I tried sending her another text in hopes that she would respond. But nothing, not a single response. How can I reach her? Of course, I knew where she lived. But I would not get over without her knowing. Plus I had to be the one who stood firm.
I was about to let it go. I tried resigning myself to the fact that I would never hear from Meghan again. When suddenly, she called.
she said how about we meet to talk about things over?
I said to her "that's a good idea. But where?"
She thought about it for a moment and said how about a restaurant or something.
I had an even better idea how about we meet at the rock history Museum? It would take my mind away from the campaign and reconnect with simpler things of life. Excited to hear from her, I paused to let her speak.
She thought about it. Then she said: "That sounds like an excellent idea. “I'll meet you over there, what time?"
I told her: "Let's meet at 3 PM I can have my driver pick you up."
She said "That would not be necessary. I'll meet you there."
At 3 PM on the dot, I made my security team aware of my plans. I said to them, I am going to the museum alone.
I imagined they thought I was crazy.
They resisted but I insisted that the stand back and let me go ahead with my plans.
They finally gave in but only if they followed me to the location.
I said fine but I want to go in alone.
They agreed.
I got into my Black custom made Aston Martin. Turned on the ignition and drove as fast I could to meet the woman that has captured my heart.
I got out the car, hurried up the steps and into the museum. I glanced around the room to see if I could she had already arrived. Not yet but soon, I thought to myself.
A few moments later she walked in looking radiant. Her olive skin shone with the natural light.
Her hair perfectly coiffed into a nice ponytail bun on top of her head. Her lips red and perfect. A tight white blouse which accentuated her beautiful lush globes. A pencil skirt that hugged her figure in the right place.
She looked so sexy and yet professional, which fucking impressed the hell out of me. I wanted to take her right there, I wanted to feel her walls wrapped snug around my shaft. I could feel my chest rise and fall in anticipation of her stepping close to me.
I sat down on a bench across from a famous erotic painting and beckoned her to seat next to me. She bit her lip and smiled. She lowered her body next to mine and stared directly at the painting on the wall in front of us. A naked woman wrapped in the arms of a troubled rock star who looked like an Adonis Greek God.
She whispered:
"That is true love right there!"
I laughed as my fingers teased her arm. I asked:"Do believe in true love? Meghan?"
She replied pushing her body closer to mine: "yes, the two of them are soulmates. you can definitely see it in his eyes. they're happy, he's happy love is believing,"she said referring to the rock star painting on the wall.
"I heard they are soulmates. Legend has it that he died and she was left all alone. She w
ill forever remain in the shadow of their love," Meghan said.
That was all fine and dandy, but to be honest I couldn't stop staring her warm inviting legs. I wanted to lean forward and run my fingers up her inner thighs. Her smooth long legs turned me on quite a bit.
Fucking hell, I'm not supposed to feel this way, especially not in public. I can't seem to get her out of my mind.
I want her right here, right now.
"So how have you been?" She asked.
I replied: "I've had better days. I missed you, you never called?"
She mentioned she was busy. She lost her job.
I said to her "Sorry to hear that, my offer still stands. I have a job for you would you consider my offer?"
She glanced at me and began to speak. But the words did not come out of her sexy lips. She wanted to tell me something important. I began to feel that she was holding back and I couldn't figure out why.
Why wouldn't she let me in then must be a reason for her to of come looking for me it wasn't because I didn't take the money.
She flicked lose strands of hair behind her ears and leaned close to me. Her scent was beautiful.
She rose to her feet, stretched her hand out and murmured: 'Come let's go somewhere private to talk."
I declined not because I did not want to , but because I wanted to her to tell me what she is holding back.
I said looking up at her: "Sweetie, Let’s talk here. Why are you holding back? I can tell you have something important to say? What is it baby?"
I rose to my feet.
She turned her head away and said: "Not here not now please?"
" Okay, you know what, come with me. I know of a private room in the museum. we can talk, no will bother us there."
I moved closer to her.
"No,"she blurted out.
"You're so used to having your way, aren't you? You have somebody else, why would you want to have your way with me again? I came here to discuss with you, there's something you need to know!” She exclaimed.
Shocked by her outburst, I quipped:
"What is it? what are you holding back tell me, sweetie. what is it?"
I placed my hand on her shoulders.
She bit her lip and turned her face away.
"The longer you hold back from telling me what the deal is, the worse it's going to be. So please stop. If you have something to say, say it, what is going on darling?" I asked.
Tears welled up in her eyes, she turned around and said nothing.
Then she darted towards the door. I ran after her. She almost made it out the door when I caught her by the hand. I said: "Why can't you tell me?'
She pulled her hand back, as lonely teardrops streamed down her cheeks.
I know you are holding on to something, darling. I said wrapping my arms around her. I felt her soft body pressed up against mine. She had this crazy hold on me that I couldn't explain. I pulled back for a moment, and held her hand and led her to the private corner between two walls.
We couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Her lips met mine and my yearning her lips me hers.
I was a puppet, and she was the string master. She captured my lower lip between her teeth. She did not want to let go; she held my head between her fingers. Hmm so much for talking, I thought. Moments later she pulled back for a moment and smiled. I leaned forward, clasped her head in the palm of my hands and leaned in for a kiss.
My yearning magic tongue parted her soft lips
I slid my fingers down her inner thighs and then back up.
Soaked, wet and throbbing, she was ready to have me inside of her.
I pressed my body against hers.
Her breast pushed up on my chest.
I couldn't hold back any longer, so I intertwined my fingers in hers. Then I led into what looked like a computer storage room.
I glanced around, checking for security cameras.
There were a couple, but then, I found a section in the room where no one could see in or at least that is what I thought.
I placed soft kisses on the nape of her beautiful neckline; she moaned as I did so.
“We have to be quick.... Oh, Fuck. I want you so bad.” I said urgently lifting up her skirt, and pushing aside her wet panties. She looked into my eyes. She listened in anticipation, as I released my pant buckle and unzipped my pants.
I was like a moth drawn to a flame. A flame of desire.
“Oh I want to feel you inside me,” she murmured between gasps pushing her body back against the wall. I lifted her into my arms. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist and plunged my entire length deep into her drenched walls. She gasped
“Fuck... You are still so tight,” I groaned as I made my way inside. I slid in and out of her wet walls faster, as soft moans escaped her lips.
She wrapped her hands around my neck.
"Oh my God you feel so good Sweetie, I am addicted to you, babe.
I purred pushing harder and deeper into her tight slit.
I lowered my lips to kiss on her smooth, lush globes; then I began flicking my tongue over her sensitive nipples. My thick girth moved in her drenched royal pussy.
"Oh, baby... It feels amazing," she moaned, her walls clenching hard on my shaft. She dug her fingers into my back in ecstasy. I didn't want ever to leave her. I wanted to remain in her walls forever, never to be apart ever again.
She began screaming, overwhelmed by an intense orgasm.
My lips met hers as I start kissing her passionately I love you I said not realize night said the words. She looked into my eyes and said I love you too.
The look on her face as she climaxed, drove me wild.
Wild enough that my body bucked as it sought its release.
I couldn't hold back any longer I came hard inside her walls. Her delicate wall clenched hard on my throbbing thickness.
I placed a kiss on her lips and whispered: "thank you, darling!"
She kissed me back.
Still coming down from reality, and staring into each other's eyes, We heard voices. Someone asked:" Is anyone in there?"
We stayed silent, got dressed and snuck out the other exit.
She laughed as I held her hand in mine, like kids who snuck into the candy store.
She said: "That was close."
Meghan.
We laughed all the way outside. We got dirty and inquisitive looks from people.
I bet that that will knew what happened between us.
I didn't care. I was happy to be with him. I couldn't spoil the moment right now by blurting out what he needed to know. Then I thought, now would be the best time to tell him.
Afterall, he wasn't stressed. We were still basking in our love makings after glow.
It was time for him to know about the pregnancy.
He said: “ I can give you a job Meghan.”
The words," job" sounded like music to my ears.
Then I said holding his hands in mine: "you can?"
He said: "Yes I know you're incredible with technology and communication. So why don't you come work in my office as part of my campaign?"
He placed his hands on my belly. I almost fell to the floor.
I winced and stepped back from him.
He looked confused at my reaction.
He said "is everything OK? You don't want the job?"
"Oh no everything is fine I mean it is just...," my voice trailed off.
I caught myself from saying more than I should have.
"Wait don't tell him, you are not a slut trying to trap him," I said to myself.
Besides he offered me a job.
I didn't want to ruin the chance at a new career; I had bills to pay.
I worried, he would rescind the offer once he finds out about the baby?
He looked at me like he knew I had something else to say.
I smiled and said: "It's nothing baby, so when can I start?"
I wanted to kick myself; I am running out of time. What is it with
this game?
He smiled at me.