A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  Percy just kicked her out of her own home. That tells you plenty about how ruthless he is and why I’m in this car, with this man.Pretending to be pregnant is apparently my only purpose.

  "You know," I say to him, icy rage in my voice. "My father's never going to let you get away with this."

  He laughs like what I've said is an impossibility. "Your father has no choice. He knows I will ruin him if he takes even a step out of line."

  It quiets me down, just like he knew it would. I know Percy is holding something over my dad's head but I don't know what, even though I’ve tried to get it out of him. It’s got to be big, though, and I’m really concerned about whatever transpired between them. It makes me uneasy to think that Percy has my father on some hook, to make him do as he wishes without recourse.

  Just thinking about it is enough to leave me in a depressed state...as if I wasn’t heading there already.

  I stare out of the window blankly, unaffected by all the houses and the grandeur that surrounds us.

  I want nothing more than to be free…but for my father, I’ll do anything. I’d marry Percy a thousand times over if it means my dad will be okay. This sacrifice is the least I can do for my family, to help them out of this tight spot.

  I only hope I don't always have to spend much time in Percy's presence. I can barely stomach it. His soul is truly rotten to the core.

  "We're almost there. If there are maids or anybody around, anyone at all, you better fucking play your part. Act inlove,” he tells me, a sick grin on his thin lips, so I can tell he’s enjoying this little game. Like he’s getting off on this shit.

  "That will definitely take some acting."

  "Stacy, Stacy…fucking shut up already. I don’t give a shit about you. You could live or die as long as you serve your purpose first."

  "You’ll never get away with this." I keep telling myself this, hoping if I say it enough it will be true.

  He smirks. "Oh, but I already have."

  We pull up to a giant, wrought iron gate and I can see the place is like a fortress.

  The limo enters down the long driveway that’s lined with flowers and trees. There are gardeners milling about, but while the grounds are just stunning, nothing can excite me right now.

  The place is pretty, sure, but I can’t appreciate any of the beauty because it also represents a loss of freedom. This thought tends to distract from attractive architecture.

  "Here we are, home sweet home."

  I say nothing.

  "You should be grateful that I'm putting a roof over your head," Percy says.

  "How could I ever be grateful to you for anything?” I look at him incredulously. I will never understand how he can be so wicked. “I’ll never forgive you, Percy."

  He shrugs. "Well, you don't have to forgive me or even like it. But you better plaster a fucking smile on your face right now or it will be all over for your family."

  I shoot him a dirty look but then do as he says. What choice do I have?

  The driver opens my door.

  "Thank you so much. I'm so happy to be home," I whisper, putting a fake smile on my lips. What’s one more fake thing?

  "Of course, Mrs. Williams. Let me get your bags."

  "Alright, Albrecht, thank you," Percy says. "We won't be needing the limo for the rest of the day."

  I look at the huge, imposing house and wonder how many days I will be stuck here, pining for my escape from this deal.

  How did this happen to me?

  Kieran

  I'm waiting inside my father's estate, tapping my foot against the floor as I see the limo rolling up the driveway.

  I’m absolutely certain Percy has a plan to finagle my brothers and me out of our inheritance. He’s always been a greedy motherfucker and I saw this coming from a mile away.

  Our father died so suddenly, and I know that instead of grieving like he should, Percy just wants to see how much of the family fortune he can take for himself.

  He kicked Barbara out of this very house I'm standing in and that means Percy’s plan, whatever the fuck it is, has already been set in motion.

  That motherfucker must think the money is his already.

  I hear the limo pull up and prepare myself for confrontation. He's not pulling this shit off on my watch. And he definitely won't be expecting to see me here.

  The minute he walks in, I try to throw him off.

  "Hey, Percy."

  My voice startles him. Good. I want to laugh when I see the nervous twitch of his eye. The fucker's always been afraid of me. I’m taller, broader, and stronger than him and he knows that I see right through him.

  "Kieran? What are you doing here?"

  "What do you think?” I say, unable to keep myself from smiling. Okay, so I wouldn’t stop myself from smiling at Percy’s failure if I could. “I’m here to stop you from stealing our father's fortune."

  What Percy doesn't understand is that I’m here to make sure he doesn't implement our father's will in the wrong way.

  I was adopted by John after my parents died in an oil well explosion. He took me under his wing, and it was because of his guidance that I’m successful today.

  I know our father didn't think Percy capable of such deviance, as he always played the perfect son, but I always saw him for what he really is.

  Percy gives me a look like I’m totally beneath him. "Well, our father's money has nothing to do with me. He has his will all laid out. I don't even know what it says."

  "Like hell you don't." I don’t even try to keep the sneer off my face.

  Just then I’m the one caught off guard by the ravishing beauty entering the front door. I’m used to seeing gorgeous women—and fucking gorgeous women—but nothing like her. She’s petite, with crystal clear blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair, and a tight little body that makes my cock harden like steel in a fraction of a second.

  She walks in like she's timid, her anxious gaze letting me know she’s afraid—but of what? Percy doesn't even bother to introduce us, so I do the honors myself.

  "Kieran," I tell her, offering her my hand, my gaze roving all over her body. Fuck, she’s hot.

  She smiles despite her morose mood. "Hi, I'm Stacy...Percy's wife." She cuts her eyes toward Percy and some unreadable expression crosses her face.

  The fuck?

  Percy’s gay. This tells me all I need to know—he's definitely up to no good.

  "Wife? How interesting that Percy’s taken a wife,” I say, chuckling as I cock one eyebrow. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

  Despite myself, I can't peel my eyes from Stacy. She’s fucking gorgeous—a woman who I’d be working on nailing if she weren’t another man’s wife. Fuck, you know what? I don’t even care if she is Percy’s wife. I gotta have her, even if she is the wife of my gay stepbrother.

  Now there's a statement I never thought I'd make.

  “Don’t even go there, Kieran,” Percy tells me, and I’m instantly irritated by the confidence in his tone. “I might be bisexual for all you know. It's not like we've ever been close. And besides, my wife is pregnant, so please don't upset her."

  Wait, what?

  "You're pregnant?" I ask her, taking the opportunity to rake my eyes over her pin thin body once again.

  She doesn't look fucking pregnant to me. Besides, the idea of Percy sliding his cock inside of her is laughable. He’s gay, and he's never tried to hide it until now. Bisexual, my left nut. I don’t even try to mask the snort of incredulity.

  Stacy looks at me like I’m crazy.

  "Yes, I'm pregnant."

  I call bullshit.

  "Well, congratulations, you two. What a stunning couple you make," I tell them with an amused smirk.

  She looks at me wide-eyed, and I feel my already hard cock twitch inside my pants. All I want to do is take her upstairs and ravage her sexy little body.

  I wonder what Percy has over her head to make her play this bullshit game of his. It must be something. She definitely doesn'
t seem to be happy.

  "Listen, Kieran, we've just returned home from a long trip. You can go ahead and leave." Percy’s obvious dismissal grates on my nerves.

  "This isn’t your home yet, Percy,” I say through gritted teeth. “The lawyers still have to go over the will, so I’d suggest you not to get too comfortable."

  "Well, I am Father's only legitimate son. So if I were you, I’d get ready to be financially cut off."

  "You think Father still supported me? You’re wrong. I made my own fucking living, unlike you. I’m just here to see that things are done right just as our father wanted, and to pay my respects. It's fucking sad that his own blood doesn't see it that way."

  "How dare you!” Percy growls, baring his teeth. “I don’t have any other interest than realizing our father's wishes."

  "Well, it wouldn't be unlike you,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “You always loved our father’s bank account more than you loved him."

  Stacy’s backing up toward a wall now, looking distinctly uncomfortable. I can see that she’s frightened by what's going down. It makes me determine right now that I’ll get to the bottom of what Percy has on her, so that I can get her out of Percy's clutches.

  Percy keeps right on yammering. "Unfortunately for you, stepbrother, whatever you say doesn't matter. Father's will is in the lawyer's hands and I have every intention of making sure that his last wishes are granted."

  "Percy, if only that were true. You, showing up here like this, have nothing to do with our father’s wishes. And I’m going to find out what you’re up to."

  He glares up at me through his beady eyes.

  Okay, let’s think about this for minute. Percy’s just an unattractive asshole. He's small, slim, and looks like a fucking weasel—which is his personality through and through. He's weak, and I will expose the weakness that will undo his plans and will save Stacy.

  He's actually trying to cloak his intentions, not that anyone would take him as anything but a snake. I know all he wants is to get his hands on all of father's money.

  Still, this charade of a marriage…why bother with that? What’s it all about?

  "Well, I’ll leave you to it, Percy,” I tell him as I make my way toward the door, fishing the key of my Aston out of my pocket. “But you better fucking remember what I said – don’t get too comfortable.”

  I storm out and leave Percy speechless.

  I know that Stacy is already skittish and now, most likely, frightened. I vow to check on her later when I'm good and calm.

  Just the thought of her has my still-hard cock straining eagerly against my zipper. So I make an addendum to my vow—I’m going to fuck her as well. That’s just how I roll.

  Stacy

  Percy at least shows me the decency of taking me to my assigned room.

  And when I say assigned, that’s because this whole thing feels like an assignment—nothing about being with Percy is fun.

  It's not a real relationship; it's a sham.

  We’re not even friends. In fact, I pretty much hate the guy. I see him as my enemy, and that’s as far as we will ever go.

  Percy ripped me away from my family and he forced me into marriage. He’s basically blackmailing me.

  I thought that the man I’d eventually marry would be a special one. I thought I’d walk up to the altar with a man I love.

  This was definitely not what I imagined.

  Percy’s rotten to the core.

  How long I will have to stay here and keep up this ridiculous charade?

  At least my room’s separated from Percy's. As if that slimebag would ever sleep with me, as his supposed wife. But thank fuck he won’t. The last thing I want is him crawling into my bed.

  My room is spacious and full of light. There's an oversized bed with a plush white duvet, white rugs, and white furnishings. A balcony looks out over the backyard that showcases an Olympic-size pool with statues and fountains and other outlandish, over the top adornments.

  I feel like stripping down and diving in. Maybe it would help me chill out a little. I'm hoping that a house this size has a gym too, so that I can work out some of my stress and maybe get more toned. I may be trapped and miserable but I don’t have to let myself go.

  Even if I don’t find a gym, at least in this palatial mansion there’s lots of room to spread out and to get away from Percy.

  If I'm going to be trapped somewhere it might as well be here.

  I remember the moment when Father begged me to go away with Percy. His eyes were pleading and it broke my heart.

  What Percy put us through is burned permanently into my memory. He was ruthless in his efforts to tear me away from my family. If it weren't for Kieran giving me an actual bit of hope right now, I’d be crumpled on the floor crying my eyes out.

  I don’t know how to explain it, but his presence made me calmer…it actually made me forget, if only for a moment, that I am caged to a sociopath. I’m not sure what he plans on doing, but he’s definitely not on Percy’s side. And the enemy of your enemy is your friend, right?

  As I unpack my clothes, my mind keeps going back to what just went down with Kieran. God, that man, even in clothes, has an incredible body. I could see the outline of his 8 pack abs through his shirt, the bulging muscles of his arms catching my gaze when his chiseled jaw didn’t take my attention.

  I wasn’t expecting to run into somebody so hot and yummy while staying here. In fact, I wasn’t expecting anything pleasant at all when I arrived here and I’m trying to make the best of a bad situation.

  I wonder if he's staying in the house or what his plans are. I know that maybe I shouldn’t be curious, but hey, I welcome the distraction. And he is…distracting. A low heat in my belly makes it clear just how much of an effect he has on me.

  I can’t help but picture Kieran's blonde hair, and how it falls over his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and smirks. But he wasn’t just gorgeous. Kieran seems laid-back, and yet he was so firm with Percy.

  More than that, he’s smart—he knew right off there's something not right with my marriage to Percy. The moment Percy told him I was pregnant, Kieran immediately knew something was up. The way he looked me over, inspecting me.

  I bite my lip, remembering the sight of his tanned, toned arms and the incredible abs beneath that shirt I wish I could tear off. Now, that’s a real man. He seems like someone who gets his way often, and isn’t used to women refusing him.

  God, I wish I could tell him the truth…but I’m bound to secrecy.

  I try to focus on unpacking but my mind is pulled into a different direction...Kieran’s direction. What do I have to lose by imagining myself with him?

  I deserve a little time to unwind.

  I go to the bed and crawl under the soft duvet. The stress melts away as I lay my head down.

  I think about Kieran, this handsome stranger, going down on me. His head is between my legs and OMG, is it hot. I imagine him devouring me, picture his mouth sucking on my clit like I’m the most delicious thing in the world, his lips glistening with my pussy juices.

  I glide my fingers over my clit just thinking about his mouth on me, circling and teasing my clit the way that I wish his tongue could right now. In my mind, he slides two fingers into me to prepare me for when he fucks me. I’m so wet just imagining it.

  Moaning into a pillow now, I try to contain my exploding desire.

  Then, I go from imagining his mouth on my pussy to imagining so much more.

  He climbs on top of me and spreads my legs wide before unleashing his ten-inch cock. It’s thick and hard, already starting to drip with his own arousal, and I want to lick it off.

  My mouth goes dry as I moan at the thought of him entering me, filling me up and stretching me to accommodate his massive cock. Oh my God, I want the bulge I saw in his pants to be free, the real deal right in front of me so that I can wrap my hands and my lips around him.

  I want him to take me against the wall, on the balcony, in the bathtub, o
n the grass, in the bed, on the floor...everywhere. Suddenly, I imagine this expansive estate as a checklist of places I want Kieran to ram his cock in me.

  I know I might be moaning loudly, but I don't care because I’m lost in the idea of Kieran, the handsome blonde who stood up to Percy. My lust takes over and I’m an animal giving in to my desires.

  If Kieran would come in here and take me now, then I would be far less opposed to staying here. I start to imagine being married to him instead of his monster brother.

  Because I’m alone and anything is safe in my mind, I imagine Kieran and I at the altar, and then on our honeymoon in some fantasy beach location.

  I am lost in a chasm of euphoria, about to lose my mind and come so fucking hard.

  And then a deep voice interrupts my daydream.

  "I can help you with that, you know?"

  What the fuck?

  I open my eyes, and instead of seeing Kieran, there’s a chiseled, dark-haired man who’s equally as hot. I didn’t know it was possible to be as attractive as Kieran, and now here’s another man that’s so good looking I could almost ride the wave of my orgasm to completion just looking at him.

  His brown eyes are serious and full of mystery.

  I should feel embarrassed about being caught in the act, but for some reason I don't. At first, I think I’m just too far gone with lust.

  Then I realize that maybe I am starstruck.

  I recognize this guy.

  He’s a champion polo player.

  I pause and don't know what to say.

  What a sight I must be, legs splayed open, moaning and rubbing my slippery pussy.

  With no shortage of inspired sass, I say to myself that this is what he gets for walking into my room uninvited.

  Carter

  I'm standing at the door of one of the guest rooms, witnessing the most fucking awesome sight I think I've ever seen.

  She really should've locked the door before going at it, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about that.

  I came in to grab some of my stuff but I never expected to walk in and see such a fuck-hot woman like this one sprawled out on the bed, giving herself God knows how many orgasms.