Billionaire Single Dad_A Billionaire Romance

by Claire Adams

  “I was running from what I thought I was scared of,” I admitted. “I was scared to love like Dad, only to be left behind. But I realized something only recently…”

  “What was that?”

  “It wasn’t Dad that I was scared to become,” I replied. “It was Mom.”

  “Huh?”

  “You said it yourself; hell, everyone said it. I took after Mom. I was most like her. I guess I figured that one day I would get married like she did, realize that it wasn’t enough for me, and leave my family. And knowing how much it had hurt when she left us, I knew I did not want to do that to someone else. So, I decided to skip the family and just…travel.”

  “That’s why you were so against relationships?” Sophie asked in amazement. “Because you were scared that you’d do what Mom did to us?”

  “Yes.” I nodded.

  “Wow,” she breathed. “So, what changed?”

  “Natalie,” I said. “Natalie changed everything. She made me realize that I was more like Dad than even I realized. I don’t have it in me to do what Mom did. I’m not scared anymore.”

  “That’s quite a revelation,” Sophie said. “But I’m glad you finally realized it.”

  “Me, too.”

  “So, when do I get to meet her?”

  I had been expecting the question, and it didn’t bother me anymore. “Soon,” I promised.

  Sophie seemed content with that answer. “I’ll hold you to it.”

  “I have no doubt you will,” I laughed. “Now I’ve got to get going. Natalie’s meeting me by my car and we’re heading home.”

  “Strange…”

  “What is?” I asked.

  “Just life,” Sophie said simply. “See you soon, little brother.”

  I smiled. “See you soon, big sis.”

  I hung up and made my way to my car. I had parked just outside the campus, far away from my allocated spot in the faculty parking lot to avoid being seen. On the days that Natalie accompanied me home, I always made sure to park somewhere discrete. It was a longer walk than usual, but I enjoyed walking, especially on cool, crisp days like this one.

  I turned the corner where my car was parked and spied Natalie standing on the sidewalk next to the car. I paused immediately, realizing that her face looked a little troubled. I realized in the next second that she was not alone. The man with her shifted his position, and I recognized him as Jason.

  They looked to be having a conversation, but it didn’t look as though Natalie wanted to be having one at all. Her body language was stiff, tense, and nervous. Jason, on the other hand, looked much more self-assured than I’d ever seen him before. But he also looked slightly aggressive. I hung back, wanting to see what he wanted with Natalie.

  I was annoyed at how persistent the boy had turned out to be. When he had first come to me asking for help with women, I had judged him to be harmless, but now I wasn’t so sure. Natalie had made it clear to him in the past that she wasn’t interested, and it seemed he still hadn’t gotten the message. As they moved a little closer to the car, I could hear them a little better.

  “Jason, please… I don’t mean to be rude, and I certainly don’t want to hurt you, but I’m just not interested in you. I’ll never be interested in you, and I don’t know how much plainer to make myself. I just want you to leave me alone.”

  “I don’t get it,” he said, shaking his head in frustration. “We would be so good together.”

  “Based on what?” she demanded. “You barely know me.”

  “I know you,” he said. “I know you better than you think I do.”

  He said it in a strange tone. Apparently, Natalie noticed the inflection, too. “What does that mean?”

  “I know that you and Missy go for lunch every Thursday between classes. I know you like to visit the library on Mondays for a couple of hours in the night. I know you like to sit on South Lawn under the big oak by the drinking fountain and do your research. I know all that and a hundred other little details that no one else does.”

  I froze, and it seemed Natalie did, too. “Have you been stalking me?” she demanded, and I detected a note of panic in her voice.

  “Life is so fucking unfair; you know that?” Jason said, without answering her question. “It’s just so fucking unfair. I’m a nice guy. I’m a good guy, and we would be so perfect together. I would treat you really good, but no, you refuse to give me even a chance. One chance is all I’m asking for. Why is that so hard for you to do?”

  “Please, please, Jason,” she said imploringly. “Just leave me alone.”

  She tried to turn away from him, but he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. He spun her around to face him, and his face turned hard and angry. “I don’t know why I’m trying so hard with you,” he spat. “You’re just a whore; a cheap, worthless whore.”

  I had heard enough. Furious, I rushed towards them. Jason didn’t see me coming until I was shoving him away from Natalie. He dropped her hand and turned to me with venom in his eyes. “You,” he said.

  “I’m going to report you to the cops for stalking and harassment,” I informed him, putting myself between him and Natalie.

  Jason puffed himself up and looked me in the eye. “Oh yeah?” he asked confidently.

  “Yeah,” I said, a little thrown by his reaction.

  “If you do, I’ll report you to Dean Mueller,” Jason said haughtily. “I’m sure he’ll be very interested to know that one of his staff is fucking a student. I believe it’s against university policy, which means you will lose your job.”

  I gritted my teeth, and my hands balled into fists. “You think I give a fuck?” I asked. “I’ll find another job.”

  Jason’s eyes narrowed. “It’s very noble of you not to give a shit about yourself. But what about Natalie, huh? Do you give a shit about her future?”

  I hesitated a little, and Jason’s eyes lit up, as he realized that I didn’t know the whole story. “You don’t know,” he laughed mockingly. “If a student and teacher are caught having a relationship, the teacher is fired, and the student is expelled.”

  I felt Natalie tense beside me, and I felt anger course through my body. I moved forward, ready to punch Jason in the face but Natalie held me back. “No,” she whispered to me.

  “Jason, please,” she said, turning to him. “Just leave me alone, okay? If you leave me alone, there’ll be no reason to report you.”

  His face was contorted into an ugly expression. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. “I’m warning both of you,” he said. “Don’t fuck with me. Just watch yourselves.”

  Then he turned and walked away. I glanced at Natalie and realized she was pale with worry. I clenched my fists again, shaking with the anger of knowing that I was powerless to protect her.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Natalie

  I was sitting in Chance’s living room, sipping coffee out of a Paris mug that I’d brought on our holiday. It had been a few months since our trip, but I still couldn’t stop fantasizing about it. I had got our pictures developed a few weeks ago, and the images were stunning. It made me seriously consider moving there one day.

  It was very early, which was why I had snuck into the living room to have some coffee. Chance would probably be asleep for another fifteen minutes or so, and I was tempted to cook breakfast for him, but my cooking skills still hadn’t improved, and I didn’t want him to wake to the smell of burnt eggs. Instead, I finished my cup of coffee and put on a fresh brew for Chance. Coffee was about the only thing that I did well.

  The last few months with Chance had been next to perfect. The only little dark cloud over our blissful relationship was Jason. It had been a month since our little run in with him, and since that meeting, I hadn’t seen much of him. When we did see each other, he avoided eye contact, and I did the same.

  Still, I had the nagging suspicion that he was up to something. It was just a feeling, instinct if you will because I had no real proof, but I just couldn’t squash the fe
eling that Jason wasn’t going to go away that easy. Especially considering he had the upper hand.

  I had checked on the rule pertaining to student-teacher relationships, and it turned out that Jason was right. The teacher involved would be fired immediately and the student involved would be expelled.

  I had tried not to be bothered by it, but it did worry me. I had got into North Greenfield on a full scholarship. It was the reason that I’d been able to afford such a good school, not to mention on campus accommodations. If I was kicked out, I wouldn’t be able to afford a college degree.

  I thought of my parents and cringed at the thought of having to tell them about an expulsion. They would be mortified – worse, they would be disappointed, and I wasn’t sure I could bear that.

  Still, a part of me was resolute and rebellious. It was a stupid rule, and Chance and I were both adults. He wasn’t even my teacher anymore. And it felt like I had just found a piece of happiness that was completely my own. How could I possibly give that up, even for my degree?

  I finished my coffee and padded softly back into Chance’s room. I was wearing one of his t-shirts that was several sizes too big for me, but I loved it because it reminded me of my old wardrobe, and as an added perk, it smelled like him. He was stirring in bed when I entered the room. I slipped silently into place beside him and wrapped my arm around his back. His hands came clutched mine for a moment, and then he turned to face me.

  “Good morning,” he smiled.

  “Good morning,” I replied, kissing him lightly on the lips.

  “Have you been up a long time?”

  “An hour,” I replied, with a shrug. “I had some coffee.”

  “Coffee is not breakfast,” Chance said. “I’ll make you something good.”

  “You’re spoiling me.”

  He laughed. “What would you like to eat?” he asked. “Waffles and eggs or pancakes and strawberries?”

  “Mmm, they both sound so good.”

  “Both then.”

  I laughed. “No way,” I said. “I’ll go with pancakes today.”

  “Good choice,” he nodded. “I was feeling like pancakes, too.”

  I snuggled in closer to him and buried my face in his chest for a moment. I loved the weekends. Weekends meant two whole days of quality time with Chance. We cooked together, or rather he cooked, and I read him recipes and passed him things. We had long conversations on his sofa while we sipped wine. We watched educational TV specials and tried to pick out all the inaccuracies. Sometimes we went for walks around his neighborhood and made up stories about all the families, couples, and people we saw along the way.

  We did mundane things together, things that best friends might do or new couples, but it was wonderful for us. Those were the little things that bonded us and kept our relationship fresh and interesting.

  Nearly seven months later, Chance and I still had conversations that lasted for hours and hours. The sex was still amazing. It hadn’t fizzled out in any way. It was still hot and urgent and passionate, but it was also familiar now. I knew his body like the back of my hand. I had memorized all the ripples and muscles of his chest. I knew every one of his scars and birthmarks. The intimacy of that knowledge made the sex new and wonderful.

  “How come you got up so early today?” he asked.

  I hesitated for a moment, and I saw his expression turn alert. The flip side of spending so much time together meant that he knew me so well that there was nowhere to hide. I couldn’t hide my emotions because he caught on, even to the smallest change in tone and expression.

  “Nothing.”

  “Natalie,” Chance said.

  I smiled. “I had a bad dream,” I said, trying to pass it off as nothing.

  “About?”

  “You really want to hear about my dream?”

  “You know I do.”

  I decided to use an old recurring dream from my childhood. “I was driving my car through the ocean, and the waves were about to swallow me whole. I was driving through a storm, too, so the lightning was nearly blinding me.”

  “That’s the recurring dream you used to have when you were fourteen,” Chance said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow.

  “Did I already tell you about that?”

  “You did.”

  “Oops.”

  “Oops is right.” He nodded, sitting up in bed. “You were worrying again, weren’t you?”

  “Um…”

  “It’s Jason, isn’t it?”

  We hadn’t really discussed our run-in with Jason in detail. We had brushed off the incident and tried to distract each other. And as the days went by and nothing happened, we had decided there was nothing to discuss. Maybe Jason had finally given up? Maybe he had set his sights on some other girl? Though a part of me was uncomfortable with that, too. I was worried about how he might react to another girl.

  I wasn’t surprised that Chance knew what I was worried about, but I also didn’t want him to think I was too worried.

  “I… Well, yeah.” I nodded. “But I’m probably just over-thinking, as usual. We haven’t heard anything from him in a month. The dean hasn’t called you in for a private meeting, right?”

  “No.”

  “Then I’m over-thinking,” I said, with finality.

  “Yeah…”

  “What?” I asked, noticing that he looked a little worried this time.

  “I just don’t know if Jason’s the type to just slink off, lick his wounds, and forget about us.”

  “Maybe he met another girl?”

  “Unlikely.”

  “Are you worried?” I asked.

  “A little,” he admitted, and I felt horrible immediately.

  “I’m so sorry,” I told him. “I know this job is important to you.”

  “This job?” he repeated incredulously. “You think I’m worried about my job?”

  “Well…”

  “I’m worried about you,” he clarified immediately. “I can always find another job, Natalie. But you’ve worked really hard these past four years for your degree. You got in on a full scholarship. You deserve to graduate and to think that you won’t be able to because of me—”

  “Don’t—”

  “No, I don’t think I could live with myself,” he continued. “And in any case, no matter how important any job is to me, you will always be more important.”

  I smiled, and just like that, I wasn’t worried anymore. “I feel the same way about you,” I told him, kissing his brow. “My degree is nothing compared to you.”

  When Chance still continued to look worried, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips. “I love you,” I told him vehemently. “I love you so very much.”

  He smiled and pulled me on top of him. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded.

  “Prove it.”

  I smiled, as I ground my hips against him. A moment later, I felt his cock harden, and I felt the familiar tingle in my groin that always prepared me for what was to come. Chance’s hands slipped under the t-shirt that I was wearing and snaked up to my breasts. By the time he reached my nipples, he was rock hard, and I was wet.

  I raised my hips and lowered myself onto his cock. He slipped inside me easily, and I fucked him vigorously, supporting myself with the headboard, as the sex got more and more passionate. I was bouncing on his dick, screaming in pleasure with my head thrown back as I came. I felt the hot wetness of his cum flow into me and then collapsed onto his chest.

  “That is the perfect wake-up call,” Chance said, after a moment.

  I smiled and lifted myself up to face him. “How about breakfast and then shower sex?”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  I wiped myself off, and then we made our way to the kitchen. Chance started work on the waffles and eggs while I sat down at the kitchen table. It was one of our little rituals, morning sex, followed by a cozy little breakfast.

  “So,” I said. “What shall we do today? There’s a screening of Casablanca a
t the Old Ford Movie Theater; I thought it might be fun to watch it on the big screen.”

  “Haven’t you watched Casablanca a couple of dozen times already?”

  I smiled. “More,” I replied. “But who’s counting.”

  “We could do that,” he nodded. “But I was actually going to suggest something else for today, if you’re interested.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Sure. What’s your suggestion?”

  Chance looked slightly nervous turned to me. “Lunch at my sister’s place?”

  My eyes went wide for a moment. “You want to introduce me to your sister?”

  “And my brother-in-law and nephew,” he nodded.

  “Wow, I was not expecting that.”

  “Only if you’re interested.”

  “I most definitely am interested,” I said, standing up and walking into his arms. “I’m just a little surprised. You always seemed a bit squeamish about introducing me to your family.”

  “I was,” he admitted. “But that was the old me.”

  “The old you?” I repeated, with a questioning smile.

  “Yeah, the guy who ran from commitment and everything it entailed. I’m not that guy anymore. I’ve grown up. I’ve matured. I’ve realized that living life alone is…it’s just not life.”

  I smiled. “That’s quite a realization.”

  “I have you to thank for that,” he said, kissing me tenderly on the cheek. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d probably still be a tumbleweed.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with being a tumbleweed,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to be one myself.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well then, we can be tumbleweeds together?” he suggested. “What do you say?”

  It wasn’t a proposal, but it was almost as good. I laughed to myself and hugged Chance tightly, hoping that we would always be like this, happy and in love.

  “That’s a difficult proposition to say no to,” I said, winking at him.

  He laughed and kissed me hard, before spinning me around towards the table. “Come on now, breakfast time.”

  “I’m too nervous to eat now,” I said. “I’m meeting your family today.”