by Ted Evans
“I know you think that I don’t appreciate you,” I stared into her sea-blue eyes.
“But I do. You’re beautiful.”
I stroked her long fair hair, thinking that blondes really do have more fun. Once again, I was distracted, because my hands moved to her breasts. Those big thick melons that could feed me for a fucking month. They were so damn juicy that I found myself opening up her shirt. Not fucking opening it, but ripping it open and popping those buttons as my mouth wanted to suck and my dick wanted to fuck.
“You’re doing it again,” she protested. She never complained before!
“You’re looking at my body and wanting to take me.”
“Shit, your tits, I’ve never had any woman with tits as big as yours…”
I was down to her bra, but she had a scaffolding bra on that no one under forty should ever wear. She used to wear sexy bras, which left nothing to the imagination. The type that just about covered her nipple and gave me easy access.
She pushed me away, but like a hungry wolf getting ready for a feeding frenzy. I ignored the warning signs and all I could think about was sucking her tits.
“Don’t do that,” I growled as I moved closer to her.
“See? You only want me for my body. I asked you one question. Answer me, Ross Hamilton!”
She had her hands on her hips and she wasn’t messing around. I had a feeling that my dick was on hold.
“Do you LOVE me?”
Oh God, not that debate again. My cock was swaying from left-to-right like a pendant, as I began to realize that this could be the end of a beautiful relationship. My heart was racing out of control, debating whether to lie or not. My mouth did something completely different.
It opened and shut like the shutters in my office did whenever I had company. Whenever I wanted people to know what I was up to, I would leave them open so that I could spy on them too. Whenever they were closed, that was when it was none of their fucking business.
Like now.
I took a deep breath.
I was a billionaire.
I needed to keep her as a secretary.
I couldn’t afford to lose her right then.
Her eyes were wide open, waiting for my response.
Okay, here goes nothing. I’m going to say it. I’m going to do it for the first time in my life. Those three words would stop me from being sued and having to deal with all sorts of shit that I hated doing in public.
I was a billionaire. I had built my company from scratch. I could fucking do this.
She moved closer to me as I smiled. I was about to say the words that she fucking wanted to hear.
Even if it was a lie, she was a woman. She didn’t care about the truth; she just needed to hear those three little words.
I was going to do this.
I fucking needed to.
My mouth opened one time. I was so close to her that her tits were rubbing on my chest. My dick was on board with the situation and everything was going according to plan.
“Yes?” said Scarlett, nodding her head like a bobbing doll.
And then I just blurted it out.
“No.”
My dick screamed “You fool!” and my racing heart went back to its regular rhythm. The headache that I’d had was now passing. She lifted her hand and slapped me across the face. She didn’t even bother to button up her shirt. She left my door wide open for everyone to see that I was about to seduce her; that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I slumped down on my desk, thinking that despite everything it was for the best.
It was the right thing to do.
There was just one problem.
I never did the right thing when it comes to matters of the heart.
I must be getting old—or fucking soft—and it sucks!
I patted my pants, where my dick was still half hard.
I whispered, “Down boy.” I was going to be having so many fucking cold showers from now on; it was fucking frightening. Yet, I felt better that I didn’t have to deal with Scarlett and all her dramatic shit…read it for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase it for $2.99 by clicking this link!
About Single Daddy In The Club…
Hunter James is back in town, this time as a single dad…
My single parent group is the last place in the world I expect to bump into the man who broke my heart.
The problem is Hunter James is not just any man. He’s tall, dark, and as hot as sin. I need to go to church and pray that he’ll keep away from me.
His irresponsible, one-night stand has left him with a little girl, and for some reason, he thinks that it’s my problem.
I should laugh at him.
He deserves it.
But he charms the group into letting him join and now I’m stuck looking into his blue eyes. He turns my parenting group into a dating one as he invites all his single friends to join. The last thing they need is another man in their lives. It’s a shame that I’m the only one who sees that. They turn up to the meeting and leave one-by-one.
Leaving me alone with Hunter James and he’s not trying to get some single parenting advice.
No.
Hunter James has something much dirtier in mind!
Author's Note:
It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating!
About Ted Evans
This is the first book in the series. The Baby Daddies series is all about Single Daddies. My favorite subject at the moment. If you like the sound of it, then read on…
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Single Daddy In The Club is a 25,000-word novella, suitable for mature readers that love to read a bit of filth with a twist of comedy.
Chapter One
Hunter
She’d been so fucking hard to find. Talk about disappearing and then coming back to the place where it all started. I knew the moment that I saw Nia’s name on the register that she would be the one heading up the group.
Back in high school, she was the independent one. The one that I said was getting in the way of my game. She was supposed to say that things could work and that she loved me. She never did. She just kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.
Just like that.
That was when I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. She didn’t think about me the same way that I thought about her. That was evident.
I’d spent the last four years hoping that she’d change her mind, but she never did.
I loved Nia back then, and I still feel the same way about her now. It’s as if she hasn’t aged at all. The same long blonde hair, perfectly cut and her hips, shit they used to grind me all night, and I never wanted her to stop. Now she’s just like a fine wine. Matured and in control.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She blurted out as soon as she saw my face.
“I came to join the club. Single parent’s club.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Hi. Hunter, how are you? Long time no see.” That was the greeting I was expecting; not the unwelcome one that I received.
“It’s a single mom’s club. No men allowed!”
“I didn’t see the flyer saying only women. In fact, that’s sexist. I could sue you for discrimination.”
She waved a finger at me; the one that I’d loved to suck and says, “Look if this is some game…”
But then she was cut short by this slim little Hispanic woman who had lust written all over her face. “He’s right. It doesn’t say, ‘single moms.’ It says, ‘single parents.’ Hi, my name’s…” she was just about to introduce herself, but Nia cu
ts her short. She was mad and fucking crazy.
How did I know?
Because she was waving her finger and tapping her left foot at the same time. Damn, some things never changed. That was the same thing that she used to do back in high school.
“We couldn’t discriminate, but it was clear from the word go, that this club was only for single moms.”
I brushed past her, trying to get through the damn door. “Ladies, do you mind if I join?”
There was a wave of silence and then a chorus of, “No.”
Before they could even finish telling me all the reasons that I can stay, and even join, Nia was at it again.
“I’m the founder of this club. The owner. The one that does the memberships and I say no.”
The Hispanic lady moved to my side and got so close that she could easily be a second skin.
“Well, this is a democratic society, and I think that you're a bit sexist. We could do with some fresh blood.”
I wondered if she means for the club or bedroom?
Either way, I was in, and there was nothing she could do about it. The victory is mine for the taking.
“Besides at my daughter’s school, there’s some single dads in there too. I could ask them to join. You know, to make up the numbers,” I’m addressing the question to the crowd, and I can tell that it’s working well.
“You guys sound as if you know each other. Why would you turn your friend away?” a brunette stood up and her question was directed at Nia.
Nia ignored her question, which was weird because she always had an answer for everything. Maybe she’d changed, just a little bit.
The crowd cheered and encouraged me to invite some of my single-dad friends. I smiled and used my charm, which I knew worked every single time. Because, as usual, I got exactly what I wanted. There was just one problem, I had no single-dad friends, but I knew tomorrow at the school gates, I would find them. How hard could it be?
“Don’t even think this means that you have a chance with me again! We’re over. You got it?”
I nodded slyly because she misunderstood. I’m not joining to be part of the group.
I was joining to be more than her friend.
I wanted to take up where we left off, and one thing was for sure -- I always got what I wanted. This time I wasn’t taking no for an answer to her coming back to me…read for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase for $2.99 by clicking this link!
About Ted Evans
I'm from London and seeing as London is far from sunny. I spend most of my time in Costa, the British equivalent of the Starbucks writing dirty books.
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