Royce's Fate

by Annelise Reynolds

“It’s not a big deal.”

  Now it’s not. I almost had a panic attack when I realized someone was following me that night. I looked for the most crowded place I could find and went there to call a cab. It ended up costing me damn near thirty dollars to travel that whole way back to campus, but I hadn’t ventured out since.

  “One thing we need to get straight right now, Narina, is that I don’t tolerate lying. Evading questions or leaving information out is the same thing as lying.”

  Royce was intense and his tone brooked no argument. He was a man in control and one that liked getting his way. This whole situation was dumped on him—I was dumped on him.

  “Okay,” I agreed. He was right because for better or worse we were having a child together, even if it was a complete accident.

  Chapter Six

  Royce

  She got lost in Harlem. The thought of Narina out there on her own, late at night in this city, drove me crazy. She was too sweet, too innocent, and everything she was thinking was easily read on her face.

  I wanted her, and I was going to keep her. Originally, I planned to put the surrogate up in an apartment near me. I already had a lease on the space, but I was going to sublet that shit because Narina was staying with me. I didn’t want to let her out of my sight.

  It was crazy to feel this intense of a connection to someone, but for some reason, I knew she was it for me. I couldn’t wait to explore each and every inch of her beautiful body, and for her stomach to grow round with my child.

  The clinic had messed up, but it was a happy mistake because I found what I’d been looking for in Narina. She was shy and the way she kept looking at me through the screen of her lashes told me that she was on the submissive side which was perfect. She was my match. I just had to convince her of it.

  “The contract I brought with me today was for the surrogate. I was going to put you up in an apartment near me, so I could make sure you and the baby were okay and being taken care of, but now we are in a different situation. I’m assuming you want access and rights to the child?”

  “Yes, of course. The baby is mine, too.”

  “Then that settles it.”

  She looked wary like she was trying to figure out what she was agreeing to.

  “Settles what exactly?”

  “We’re getting married, Narina, and you will live with me.”

  I almost laughed at the utter shock written on her face. Her jaw dropped, and she sat back speechless, staring at me like I’d just sprouted another head. It was cute seeing her confused and flustered.

  “I’m not marrying you,” she finally spoke, fire lighting her eyes. I liked seeing that spark of anger. Giving her something to be heated about kept her from looking scared. “We hardly know each other. Hell, I don’t even know your last name.”

  “It’s Cavanaugh, and watch your language.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Very. I will never joke when it comes to you, me, our child, and rules.”

  “Rules? You do realize I’m an adult, right? I may be young, but I am eighteen. That’s a legal adult.”

  I nodded. “You are an adult, sweetheart, and that’s why I can’t wait to get between your lily-white thighs.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, her pupils dilating slightly. I wondered if anyone ever talked dirty to her before because the flush that stained her cheeks said she hadn’t. I needed to know.

  “How many boyfriends have you had, Narina?” I hated any man that had her for any amount of time, but I wanted to know what experience she had with men.

  “It’s not important. What is important is the fact that we don’t know each other well enough to just get married over a baby neither of us planned on!”

  “You come from a small town, right?”

  “Yes,” she confirmed.

  “I believe it’s referred to as a shotgun wedding…”

  She was going to speak but Cara chose that moment to interrupt us with our salads. I gave her a nod of appreciation, and she left quickly, sensing that we needed space.

  “A shotgun wedding is for two people who love each other and accidentally get pregnant. Not two people that don’t know each other and never had sex to get pregnant in the first place.”

  “Usually, but we can certainly rectify the sex part. I’m ready when you are.”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “When it’s something I want, yes. I am.”

  “And you want me?”

  “More than anything.”

  Chapter Seven

  Narina

  How did I get here? I took another sip of water, my empty stomach rolling because the stress I was feeling was beyond compare. I was sitting across the booth from a stranger. Royce Cavanaugh was so sure of himself and calm. I hated and loved that about him. I wished I had an ounce of the confidence he exuded.

  “Okay, let’s talk this out rationally, without any hasty actions. Marriage is huge and not something to do lightly.”

  “I agree which is why I’ve never done it before.”

  I sighed, well at least there was that. “We would have to get married for the right reasons, Royce. As much as I love this baby, I want to be able to love my husband and have his love in return.”

  My stomach was in knots, and my appetite diminished. Royce was sexy and there was something about him that called to me, even his commanding tone made me want to crawl in his lap and beg for more. It was a new reaction for me. I never had a boyfriend before. A few guys asked me out back home, but I always said no because I didn’t want to stay there, now I was wondering if I made a mistake coming to the city and participating in this crazy idea my friends and I had planned out. Guilt ate at me. Disappointment sat like lead in my chest.

  “I have a proposal for you then, but you have to keep an open mind.” I looked up at him again. God, he was beautiful. His lips were full, his shoulders were thick, and his chest looked like a perfect place to rest my head. I was exhausted from the baby and the emotional rollercoaster I’d been on today didn’t help any.

  “Okay.” I hesitated. He’d already suggested getting married, so whatever he was suggesting this time, couldn’t be that bad.

  “Christmas is in three months.”

  I nodded because I was looking forward to my first holiday season in New York. I couldn’t wait to do all the tourist attractions the season brought with it.

  “I want you to move in with me until Christmas. If it’s not working by then, we can discuss a way to raise the baby as friends.”

  “And if it is working…”

  “And if it is working, you marry me before the new year.”

  “Why are you sure this will work?”

  “Because I’m pretty sure I know what you need better than you do.”

  “Really? Like what?” I rolled my eyes because his ego was out of control.

  Royce leaned forward his thick forearms resting on the edge of the table and said, “You need a Daddy.”

  **

  How did I let myself get talked into this? I was riding in the back of Royce’s limo again. His driver was taking us to my dorms so I could pack up my bags. Royce insisted that I go with him tonight because he didn’t want me to get cold feet.

  He was probably right about that. I was already having doubts about this whole situation, especially after what he’d said at dinner. You need a Daddy.

  I didn’t know exactly what he meant by that, and a part of me was scared to find out. The other part of me was curious and wet. I squeezed my thighs together hoping that he couldn’t sense my arousal like he sensed everything else about me.

  When we got to my dorm, he followed me inside the building. I flinched when I glanced over at him and he realized it was a co-ed dorm. Something told me that he was going to be pissed that I’d been living with guys on the same floor as me.

  I felt his arm move protectively around my waist as we walked up the stairs to the third floor. He growled when we hit the second floor and a guy came
down the stairs in a pair of low-slung jeans and no shirt on.

  “How long have you been living in the dorm?”

  “Since I got here at the beginning of August.” I smiled at a few people, aware that the glances I was getting were curious.

  “Never again. Grab everything, Narina.”

  His voice was all deep and growly, and it made me smile because he almost sounded jealous.

  “I will. It’s not like I can have a baby in a dorm, anyway.”

  Room 304 was almost to the end of the long hall, so we were weaving in and out of people who were standing in the hall. Anytime a guy said hi to me as we passed them, Royce pulled me closer to him sending a signal that I was off limits. It felt nice to have someone that seemed to desire me, though I wondered if he wanted me just for me or because of the baby. That was my big fear in all this. I was definitely attracted to him, and he made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  When we got to my door, I reached in my purse for my key. It was down at the bottom of the bag, but I got my fingers on the lanyard and pulled. The pink and white patterned lanyard came out with my key on the end.

  “Um about my room…” I paused before turning the key in the lock.

  “What about it?”

  “It’s pink.”

  “Okay.” He smiled. “A pink room isn’t a deal breaker, sweetheart.”

  I nodded and pushed the door open, letting him into my world.

  Chapter Eight

  Royce

  I wanted to fuck her on her dorm room bed. There were various shades of pink everywhere in her room. Her bedding was pink, her desk had a pink lamp, and a pink laundry hamper sat at the end of the narrow bed. In the middle of all that pink on the bed was a white and pink stuffed pig.

  Looking around her room confirmed for me that she was a little even if she didn’t know what that was or what it meant.

  I looked back at her and saw the worry in her gaze. She was afraid that this would make me see her differently; all it did was make me want her more. I moved toward her slowly, so I didn’t frighten her away. When I was standing in front of her, I slipped my arm around her waist and brought her flush against my body.

  Her head tipped back, and a blush stained her cheeks. I felt her pulse quickening under my thumb when I reached up with my right hand to cup her cheek and stroke the column of her neck.

  “Your room is perfect, but your stuff will look better in my place.” She smelled sweet like the chocolate tiramisu we had for dessert. I watched as her tongue curled around the spoon as she lapped up the sweet dessert. She was unaware of what she’d done to me, and that what she did to that spoon was a crime. She should have been doing it to my dick.

  My control was on the verge of snapping, and I needed to taste her as much as I needed my next breath. “Have you ever had a boyfriend or been kissed before, Narina?”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes deepening in color as desire swirled in their depths. “No.” Her voice was breathy when she whispered her answer, and her tongue nervously licked her plush lips. I’d see those lips wrapped around my cock at some point, but for now, I needed to taste her.

  I claimed her lips in a hard, hungry kiss. My already hard cock tightened even more. I groaned against her softness as she melted in my arms. One taste wasn’t going to be enough, she was ambrosia—sweet and addicting.

  I threaded my hand through her hair controlling the kiss, and she gave me everything. Her small whimpers of need were like music to my ears. Her hands rested on my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my suit, pulling me closer.

  My tongue swept inside her mouth, twisting with hers in the rhythmic stroke of untamed lust. She stood on her tip toes to get closer, and I pulled her tighter against me, fitting my cock against the clothed apex of her thighs. God, I couldn’t wait to be buried inside her so deep that she’d feel me even when I wasn’t there.

  Our kiss raged out of control, each of us taking and giving. I turned us toward her bed and backed her up to the low, narrow mattress. I was about to lower her to the bed, but this wasn’t going to be our first time. I wanted our first time to be in our apartment, with her completely ready to scream Daddy at the top of her lungs and not worry about the paper-thin walls of her dorm.

  I pulled back from the kiss slightly, her lips followed mine, seeking more, and I couldn’t help giving into her needs. God, she was so responsive to me. Her hips were rocking against me, her pussy was probably on fire needing relief.

  “Does your pussy need Daddy, baby?” I asked when I finally pulled back enough to speak. Her breathing was ragged and choppy, and I was trying to catch my breath and rein in my control.

  Her brown eyes opened, and the deep color shone bright with need. Narina’s already plush, fuckable lips were red and swollen I couldn’t help running my thumb across her lower lip.

  “One day soon, I’m going to fuck this beautiful mouth of yours, but right now, I’m going to give your pussy some relief. You want that, baby?”

  She licked her lips nervously again, and I pushed my thumb into her mouth. “Suck it,” I commanded, and she did. Narina’s tongue hesitantly started to swirl and pulse around the digit. Her cheeks slightly hollowed with the strong pulls she took around my thumb.

  I groaned and closed my eyes, fighting off the urge to fuck her now and let the whole damn dorm hear her screams. Because she would scream—I would make sure of it.

  When I pulled my thumb from her mouth, her eyes slowly opened back up. A blush spread across her cheeks. I lowered her to the bed far enough back so that she could hook her feet on the edge.

  “I’m not going to fuck you in this room, baby, but I’m going to taste that sweet pussy of yours. I want you to be quiet though, don’t make a sound because your pleasure is only for me to hear. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.”

  Her voice was no more than a nervous whisper, but her consent was all I needed.

  Chapter Nine

  Narina

  I held my breath as he reached under my skirt and slid my panties down my legs. He threw them on the bed beside me; the thin white lace with the pink bow mocked me from its discarded place.

  Royce’s lips trailed up my inner leg, placing kisses along the way. Giving me nips with his teeth and licks of his tongue. I held my breath as he got closer to the apex of my thighs.

  When his tongue dragged against my slit, I arched my back and pushed my hips against him. My body was on fire, and I felt like I was running a race because I couldn’t catch my breath.

  He rolled his tongue inside my pussy sucking, licking, and dipping deep inside my needy flesh. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I bucked against him when his fingers started working their way into my tight channel.

  “Oh,” I cried out softly as I felt my body tightening like a spring, coiling tighter and tighter.

  “No sound, baby. Your cries are for my ears only when we get to my place. I just had to have you on this pink, little bed. It was too tempting.” His voice was husky and thick with lust as he lowered his mouth back to my molten pussy.

  I reached up and grabbed my stuffie, pulling it down to my mouth to muffle my cries as Royce lashed his tongue against my clit. When he sucked hard at the little nub hidden between my folds, I bit down on my poor stuffie to keep from crying out as I crested over the edge and into an orgasm. My body shook as the waves of my climax rolled through me.

  He continued to lick and soothe my slick flesh as I came down from my intense orgasm. When I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled away. He followed my movements, not letting up until I whimpered from the painful pleasure he subjected me to.

  **

  I packed up my clothes, anything I might need for school, and my Puff Piggie. Royce told me to leave everything else and he’d have Tony, his driver, come back for it tomorrow when he brought me to campus for school.

  Royce carried my bags down to the limo, and from the way people were looking at us, I swore they knew
I didn’t have any panties on under my skirt, and that Royce had just given me my first orgasm that I didn’t give myself.

  I tried to clean up before we left the room, but the embarrassment riding my cheeks, made it hard to look people in the eye as I said goodbye. When we were back in the car, I noticed some missed calls and texts on my phone, and I cursed.

  “Fuck.” I quickly opened our group chat with my friends and saw that all of them were worried about what happened at the clinic that afternoon. It was now past eight and none of them had heard from me. I left my ringer off after class and been distracted since.

  “What’s wrong?” Royce asked, putting a comforting hand on my thigh.

  “I forgot to call my friends. My phone was on silent and they are worried. I need to call at least one of them.”

  “Go ahead.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. How did I explain everything that happened that day? It was so much, and I was still trying to process it all.

  I thought about who to call and decided Kalera was the best bet. She’d tell everyone else I was fine and fill them in. I quickly scrolled through my contacts and hit her name, still unsure of what I was going to tell her.

  “Oh my God. It’s about time. You had us worried sick, Narina. Are you okay?”

  “Yes. Sorry, after class I went to the clinic and forgot to turn my phone off silent, and I was a little distracted.”

  “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

  “Yes and no. Shit.” I dragged my hand through my hair and closed my eyes as the enormity of the situation settled down on my shoulders. “I don’t know, K. There was a mix-up at the clinic. I was marked for insemination not surrogacy, so the baby I’m carrying is mine not someone else’s.”

  “Oh my God!”

  “Yeah, so I met with the father of the baby, and we are working out an arrangement. I never meant to use my eggs. It was supposed to be someone else’s baby entirely.” I felt my eyes flooding with tears because telling someone else about the situation made everything seem more real.