A Daddy for Mother's Day_A Secret Baby Romance

by Natalie Knight

  A few clicks on the video and it's ready to go to press. I'm very good with programming and computers, so getting this shit done is no big deal.

  I hit "Send" to my publicist and I know it's on it’s way to the public. It’s times like these being a genius comes in very handy. I can do my own dirty work so easily.

  Even though I want to humiliate her publicly I still want to fuck her privately. At this point, nothing will get that out of my system. She's a damn good lay. The best I've had in a long time. Maybe ever.

  I decide to make things interesting for the night and I text her to invite her out to dinner.

  Hey, Allie, it's Xavier. Can you meet me for dinner?

  Her response comes quickly.

  Hi there, I'd really like to. But I'm just in a really bad place. I’m still upset I lost the chance to do that huge video app. And I lost it because of that awful contract from Cheri. I don't think I'd be very good company tonight.

  Man, this girl's life is rough and it's about to get rougher.

  No, just come out with me. It'll take your mind off things. I promise to make it worth your while.

  She can't resist me. I know she can't. I know she's feeling things for me already, but what she doesn't understand is that it's totally unrequited love. I will not love her back. Not this time.

  She doesn't deserve to have even a piece of me.

  I send her another quick text when she doesn’t respond.

  Meet me at the club Minx downtown.

  Okay, Xavier. I really do want to see you so I'll come.

  I smile. Perfect.

  Yes, once again I have her right where I want her. She did the wrong thing by admitting her disappointment about that shoot because I will totally capitalize on it.

  I think of a way to use that information to my advantage. Allie really needs to learn not to trust a bad boy.

  I call my assistant and find out exactly who was booked for the app release that Allie wanted.

  I find out it's a girl named Olivia. Perfect. I'll invite her to be my date.

  Imagine how Allie's face will fall when she sees me with Olivia, the girl who stole her spot.

  Enacting revenge on her is just too easy because she's way too open with me. Hasn't she learned that she needs to have her guard up with people?

  I look over my editing job again and check with my publicist to make sure the video is to ready to be released. Then I close up, though this firm never really sleeps.

  I go to my penthouse downtown and prepare to make myself look better than ever. Having Allie's hungry eyes on me is all I ever wanted. And it still gets me off, no matter how pissed at her I am. I gotta admit, I can't wait for this night to begin.

  The hot shower water does nothing to suppress my nagging desire for her. And fuck, as much as I don’t want them to, feelings of regret threaten to wash over me as I think how I may have ruined Allie's life.

  Is it fair what I've done? I don't know. But someone has to show this girl she can't just treat people like trash. And I guess it's gonna be me who does it.

  I dress in my best Gucci pants and a crisp white shirt. I also want to look so damn good that other women salivate for me right in front of Allie.

  Jealousy is the theme for this evening. I want women gushing over me. And I know that my white shirt contours me in such a way that my shredded abs will be visible. I want to get all the women wet with just one lingering stare at my body.

  Like I said, it doesn't take much. Especially when you're one hulking Viking of a man within a sea of lesser men.

  First, I have to go pick up Olivia so that I can arrive with her on my arm. Nothing will make Allie more envious and distraught than this. She has to think I'm fucking other women. That's just how it is.

  Allie

  I'm getting dressed in my little apartment to go downtown and meet Xavier. He's invited me to a club called Minx that I've never been to before.

  I'm hopeful about tonight. I've been feeling so blue since losing out on that major app commercial. I mean, I'm satisfied with the one I did, but I still have no idea what it's for and thus no idea if it will propel my career forward or not like I hope.

  I'm excited, though, to get out of the house and to shake things up. Xavier is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but he's the hottest guy in town, there's no denying that.

  Butterflies are swirling around in my stomach as I think about seeing him again. He's so tall and domineering. His very presence makes me weak in the knees and so fucking wet.

  I'm trying to rummage through my closet and find a decent outfit. As soon as I get paid for this last gig I’m going on the biggest shopping spree.

  I decide on a simple black dress. You can't go wrong with that. It's tight and will hug every curve in just the right way.

  I've always been slim but being a model has taken that to new heights. I'm so good about watching what I eat, eating clean, and going to the gym. The gym is one membership that I can't afford not to splurge on.

  I hope tonight all my hard work counts and that Xavier notices my tight little body and appreciates it.

  For a minute, my eyes glaze over as I imagined him taking me in the club bathroom or somewhere else equally as public and risky.

  All I want to do is be around this guy. It's so not like me. But with Xavier, there's this carnal, raw passion that cannot be denied. I want to get to know him, sure, but more than that, I want his rock-hard body on top of mine. Inside of mine.

  I curl my blonde hair so that it cascades elegantly over my shoulders, slip on some heels, and am out the door.

  I grab a cab and am soon downtown. The club appears to be in the same building as Xavier's penthouse. How obvious of him. I smile, hoping the evening ends up in his penthouse.

  There's a line down the block to get into Minx. I walk to the front of the line and give them his name and am led right in. Knowing people in high places has its perks for sure.

  The club isn’t huge. It has more of a boutique feel. There are plush, cozy places to sit and lots of sexy magic going on.

  For a moment, I contemplate hitting the dance floor by myself until Xavier can find me. There's no way I'm perusing this place for him. He'll have to come to me.

  I sit at the bar and order a drink.

  "Vodka soda please," I say to the bartender.

  He's cute, but nothing compared to the man I'm waiting for.

  I sit with my drink at the bar and casually look around, hoping to find him.

  And that's when I see it. I feel like someone punches me in the stomach as I watch him walk in with another girl. And guess what? It's not just any girl—it's the same fucking girl who got the app release commercial ahead of me.

  He's brought my nemesis to the club? What the fuck?

  Number one, I thought this was a date. Number two, I don't understand why he would bring her of all people.

  Is he doing it just to hurt me? I just divulged to him the fact that I'm really upset about losing out on that commercial. He must've done this on purpose.

  All these conflicting emotions are swirling inside of me but the one that is foremost is feeling the life draining out of me as I realize Xavier is fucking another girl.

  Here I thought I was the only one. Here I've dared to dream of a life with him. How could I have been so stupid?

  He's a player and I should've known it. I don't know whether I should sneak out of the club and go home or if I should stay and confront this thing head-on.

  Soon I don't have a choice because he's walking right towards me with this girl on his arm.

  "Hi, Allie, this is Olivia. You guys know each other? You're both models."

  Olivia says to me, "No, Allie and I have never met. Where have you been working, Allie? Because I never see you around Hard Pressed."

  Oh my God, this is so humiliating. This girl is an actual model who books actual jobs, like the one I was pining for. And here I am, some nobody trying to make a name for myself having to explain everything to Xavie
r and this girl.

  Well, I'm determined to not let it come off like that. I have to paint myself in the best light.

  "Hi, Olivia," I say indifferently, as if I don't care at all about the fact that her hand is grazing Xavier's bicep. "I try to pick and choose my jobs carefully. I've only just been introduced to the Hard Pressed studio environment. It's working out very well."

  I plaster on a fake smile.

  "Oh yeah? What have you been in?" she asks.

  "Well," I say without missing a beat. "I just did a commercial for them. Besides that, nothing really. I've been pretty booked up," I lie.

  Xavier looks at me like he knows the truth. He looks at me like he's peering right into my soul and that he's happy I'm humiliated.

  Why did I have to choose this bad boy over all the others? I almost feel like he wants to hurt me, but I'm not gonna let it happen.

  "I was just having a drink," I say. "Will you guys join me? And then we can hit the dance floor."

  Xavier takes it up a notch and orders bottle service in a VIP area. There's no way I could get into the VIP area on my own. I've always been invited because there's no way I can afford it myself.

  Good thing Xavier's paying. He could probably buy the entire building.

  He orders a bottle of expensive vodka and all three of us partake. It's just us in this cozy little booth. How great.

  He's watching me the whole time like he wants to see my reaction. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm upset.

  I sip my drink and try to make small talk with Olivia even though I can't stand the sight of her.

  Xavier starts flirting aggressively with Olivia right in front of me. What the fucking hell is this bullshit? This hurts like you wouldn't believe, but I fight back the tears and act normally.

  He's flaunting his affection for her in my face and I can barely stand it. What an asshole.

  The night moves on and we hit the dance floor. He's dancing between Olivia and me, but mostly he's dancing with her.

  It's too much to deal with so I make my way back to the VIP booth, pissed as fuck. I didn't want to come out in the first place and I should've listened to and respected that intuition.

  I decide the only way to get through this evening in one piece is to drink even more. I help myself to the expensive vodka, and boy, does it go down nice.

  Eventually, Olivia and Xavier come join me with smiles on their faces like they just had the best time ever. They're hot and sweaty from dancing so long and I'm about to get sick over it.

  I might as well go out with guns blazing. I decide it's my turn to flirt with Xavier, even though I tell myself I will never trust him again. But I want to make Olivia jealous.

  I lean into him and whisper in his ear about how bad I want to suck his cock right here in the club. The vodka's starting to kick in. I say that maybe we should do it here in the booth.

  I see a devious smile spread across his face and I can tell he's delighted with my suggestion.

  "You would really do that?" he says, staring into my eyes as if he's looking for certain truth.

  "I would with you," I say honestly.

  Even though I feel like he's out to hurt me tonight, I honestly would give myself to this man. He's everything I want and I don't want to lose him now, especially to some stupid model like Olivia.

  He's rubbing my leg and things are starting to heat up. I can tell Olivia feels uncomfortable because she's no longer part of it. She's no longer the focus of his gaze and that makes me so fucking happy. He's looking at only me, and that's the way it should be.

  Then Xavier says, "Maybe we should make it a threesome?"

  Olivia and I exchange horrified glances. I would never do anything intimate with her. The fact that he said that makes me furious. What could his motive possibly be to hurt me like that?

  "Maybe I should just leave you two here to go at it," I say, thinking about making a swift exit.

  "What's wrong with you, Allie? Are you jealous?" he says with a wicked grin, as if he already knows the answer.

  Now I'm really angry, and I might have had a little too much to drink, so I feel bolder than ever.

  "I can't believe you brought another girl, Xavier. I can see exactly what kind of a guy you are."

  This conversation is painful because as much as I want to hate him, I can’t deny the insane chemistry between us. He’s so fucking hot, and even though some girl is draped all over him, I can't help but have the desire to be his only one.

  "Oh, come on, Allie, don't be a spoilsport. We can all get along, can't we?" he says smoothly.

  Oh, fucking fantastic. So this is how the rest of the night is gonna be.

  Xavier

  I can tell Allie's so pissed that I brought someone else to the club. As she should be. I'd be disappointed if she wasn't put out by me having another girl on my arm, especially Olivia.

  But at this point, the war's on. Allie's giving it to me and I'm giving it right back. This girl is feisty.

  I knew she'd be jealous, but I thought she'd scurry away and not be able to handle it. Instead, she's matched me word for word for the entire night.

  Fighting with her is turning me on more than the idea of having Olivia and Allie both at the same time. At this point, I only have eyes for Allie. I hate to admit that even to myself.

  She's getting drunk, I can tell. And I myself am a little tipsy. That makes this all the more fun and all the more deviant. Just the way I like it.

  Olivia is ceasing to exist. In truth, no one can compare to Allie. She really is that beautiful.

  "So, Allie," I say. "Do you want to join me on the dance floor?"

  She eyes me up and down like she's trying to take me on and see if I'm serious or what I'm up to. Eventually, she concedes, and I lead her out into the middle of the floor where we slow dance, an erotic, sensual flow of bodies, even though everyone around us is moving quickly.

  Time stands still, and all I can see is Allie. She's the most gorgeous thing in the world. What the fuck is happening to me?

  Holding her in my arms so tightly as she grinds down on my cock feels so right. I remember my foray into the video editing and I'm starting to wonder if I made the right move or not. Her life could be over because of me. And suddenly I'm not so sure I want that.

  I'm starting to feel enthralled by this girl. She weighs heavily on my mind each moment of the day, and tonight I just can't drag my eyes away from her.

  I hold her close, and she backs her hips into me as if she wishes we were fucking right here on the dance floor. I imagine doing it in the middle of the club with everybody watching, and my cock hardens even more, to her obvious delight.

  I want to do it. I want to fuck her right now. But then I see Olivia walking towards us. She's about to interrupt the moment.

  "Oh hi, Olivia, now I have you both in my arms. I'm the luckiest guy in the club." The alcohol's making me feel even cockier than usual.

  I begin to pay attention to Olivia and this drives Allie nuts. So I do it even more. She storms off the dance floor back to the bottle of vodka waiting for her. She can drown her sorrows if she wants to. Right now, I'm going to make her think I’m into Olivia.

  But then I see some guy approach Allie at her table. It's a sight I can't fucking handle. It's fucking torment for me. I feel possessive of her and I don't even know why.

  But all I can think is that she's mine. She's mine to fuck with, at least for now.

  "Let's go back to the table." I pull Olivia off the dance floor and she looks dismayed.

  She can see what's going on between Allie and me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

  "This is a private table," I say to the guy.

  Then I turn to Allie with dark eyes. She better never even consider talking to another guy besides me.

  "So, were you flirting with that guy?" I ask her point blank.

  She looks at me with fury in her eyes.

  "Why do you even care? You brought another girl ton
ight. That was not cool."

  At least she's being honest. I'll give her that.

  "No one said we're exclusive Allie, you should've known that," I say, taking a heavy drink of vodka.

  "Come on, Xavier. You invited me out here tonight. You brought her to make me jealous. You have to know she's the girl that stole my spot on the shoot. And that makes it even worse. You brought her out of all the women you could've chosen. You're trying to hurt me."

  Her words shock me. I am trying to hurt her. In more ways than she can even count. But I didn’t expect her to be so in tune with that.

  Something about it suddenly feels so wrong. And yet being with her tonight like this feels so right. I plan on taking her home. I fucking need to. To claim her yet again.

  Olivia comes to the table and I can tell she's feeling totally awkward about the whole situation. She doesn't belong here. She was a pawn in my game and now I'm done with her. I'm all about Allie now.

  "I think I'm gonna go, guys. I've had enough of this," she says, but neither of us are even listening.

  Allie's just staring at me with rage in her eyes and it turns me on so damn much. I want her to take her rage out on me in the bedroom. And I want to show her mine.

  She deserves to be punished for what she did to me, in more ways than one. I plan on showing her exactly what she missed out on in high school. And she will make it up to me.

  Olivia takes her leave but Allie's still fuming.

  "Your date is gone," she says.

  "Maybe I don't care," I say.

  "I don't understand your angle. Why would you want to make me jealous like that? What have I ever done to you?"

  Damn. If only she knew. The fact that she doesn't even remember me just burns me up inside. It makes me so angry with her all over again.

  I wish I could tell her all of that now. But I hold my tongue. As usual.

  "Your jealousy tells me that you really, really want me, Allie," I say, casually sipping my drink.

  I called her out and she doesn't like that. Her eyes blaze with fury.

  "You don't know anything about me, Xavier. You think you can have any woman in the world, but the truth is, you're just like every other guy. There's nothing special about you being a player. I think you should know that."