The Billionaire's Secret Regret

by Brent, Tara

  Surprisingly, I found that I was worrying a lot less than I ever had in my life. Normally, I would be worried about my reputation, about who would find out and what it would mean for me and my company. But really, I felt like I didn’t care. Everyone was going to find out. They were all going to know that Sam and I had a child, and something awfully secretive had been going on but... none of it mattered.

  Nothing mattered but the little boy who had smiled up at me. Benny. My son.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Samantha

  Stepping inside the house felt different with Rick behind me. This was all so surreal and as I walked inside. I thought about going to the kitchen and making us some drinks. I thought about us sitting at the table or in the garden... but ultimately, it would give us an excuse to focus on other things and I had done that enough. For the whole of Benny’s life I’d avoided this and now I had to be strong. Not only for Benny but for myself.

  I led him to the living room and we both sat down on the sofa next to each other. My hand itched to turn the TV on for some background noise, for anything to help with the silence around us but I knew it would be no good.

  I didn’t know what to say and I looked at Rick, feeling as if the guilt was eating me alive.

  “So, I—”

  “I just—”

  The two of us spoke at the same time and it seemed to break the ice between the two of us and I let out a breath that I wasn’t aware that I was holding.

  “I wanted to tell you... before you say anything,” Rick said, looking at me sincerely.

  “I—”

  “Please, just let me say what I need to. I... I know that what happened was because of me. I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me with this and I’m sorry.”

  “It wasn’t just you. I was scared. I didn’t know where to turn to. I pushed everyone away,” I admitted. “I didn’t tell anyone the truth.”

  “But that was my fault. I should have been approachable. I should have been a good friend to you, a good person, even if you didn’t want me to be your boyfriend.”

  It was a relief to hear those words; a comfort to me to know that he took responsibility for this too.

  “Back then, I was so different,” he continued, “and I want to let you know that I’m not like that anymore. I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you and I really hope that you can learn to forgive me.”

  I felt like I might cry. I took a deep breath and let it out steadily as I processed everything that Rick had just told me. I worried about what this would mean and what would happen now. Did he want to be a part of Benny’s life? Could we ever move past this?

  “I do forgive you. I’ve already forgiven you,” I told him and I was so shocked about how much I really meant it. “After I saw you last night and we spoke, I felt that connection to you that I felt when we were younger.”

  I felt like I was bearing my soul to him and my heart was palpating in my chest as I spoke. I was so worried about what was going to happen now.

  Rick sighed and he reached for my hand, holding it in his own. “I feel exactly the same. The truth is, Sam, I still love you. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”

  I looked up, surprised. I hadn’t expected those words. I knew that he was attracted to me, after all, we had slept together. But I hadn’t expected that his feelings for me would still be so strong after all this time.

  “I...” My heart felt hopeful in my chest. “I love you too. There was never anyone else since you, Rick.” I placed my other hand over his and squeezed.

  He smiled at me and I felt such relief. I couldn’t believe that this was happening.

  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered and then leaned forward and pulled me into a firm embrace and I felt myself melt into it.

  “Rick?” I asked, still feeling worried. “Are you sure about this? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted nothing to do with me after this.”

  “It’s a lot, I’m not going to lie, but... if you want to try and make this work then I’d really like that. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”

  I felt myself getting emotional again and I pulled out from our embrace.

  “I’m so sorry. I honestly don’t know what else to say. There’s nothing that I could do to change this. I can only promise that I’ll be honest with you from this moment on.”

  “I know,” he replied, and he looked like he really believed me which was a big comfort. “I know you, Sam, I don’t want you beating yourself up about this. We can work through it,” he said and it felt like a promise.

  “Together?” I asked him.

  “Together,” he agreed.

  “Rick,” I said, pulling away softly. “Thanks for being so understanding,” I told him. “I can hardly believe that this is real, that this is happening.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. You must have been terrified,” he replied, trying to empathize with me. “Eighteen years old, pregnant, on your way to college... It must have been such a difficult time for you.”

  He linked our fingers together and kissed across my hand.

  “I was. I’ve never been so afraid about anything, but once Benny was here, I just... I found my strength. I realized that it was all worth it.”

  “I’m glad you did,” he replied, “You did the right thing even though you knew it was hard. I’m so incredibly proud of you. Despite the secrets, you’ve done such a good job at raising Benny. It can’t have been easy.”

  “I had help. I had Andrew and my family. They didn’t know you were involved; they were really good about it. Oh, damn... I haven’t even thought about our parents. What is your mom gonna think of me?!”

  I pulled away, our moment lost a little but Rick just smiled and kissed me again. I couldn’t imagine how they might react to find out that they had a grandchild. I really hoped that they would take to it as great as everyone else had.

  “It’s gonna be fine. Everything is going to be fine,” he assured me and he meant it.

  It was done. The weight was off my shoulders and although I still felt terrible about what had happened, having Rick support me was a dream come true. I’d worried all this time about it but now had been the right time to come clean. I felt like if we had done this sooner, then it would have ended differently. I felt as if this was the right decision, even if the execution wasn’t a perfect one.

  The two of us sat and talked and before we knew it, the words started to become easier. We began to talk about Benny and I tried to tell Rick as much as I could. I told him about my labor and every little detail that I could recall. I had never been more grateful for modern technology as I showed him a folder on my phone which was dedicated to Benny. It was nice to be able to share the little things that he had missed – his ultrasound, and his very first photo when he was barely minutes old, first steps caught on camera and all his silly little phases and milestones that a parent wanted to treasure.

  I felt good. I could tell how much he had already taken to Benny and I was excited for him to become a part of his life.

  We spent the rest of the day together, talking and eventually relaxing around each other and it felt so good to just be myself and to spend time with Rick with no complicated secrets or lies. Things felt easy again and I knew that he was feeling the same way as I was.

  Over the course of the evening, we talked, watched a cheesy Christmas movie and eventually, as the temperature dropped outside and the night turned dark, we ordered a pizza, unwilling to cook even though I had a freezer full of food.

  “I can’t believe this place is still open,” I exclaimed as I took a large bite out of my pepperoni pizza. We had ordered from the same place that I used to as a teenager and it still tasted exactly the same. It was a nostalgic taste and I hummed in contentment.

  “Yeah, the same guy still owns it,” Rick confirmed. “Me and Charlie go there all the time.”

  “How is Charlie?” I asked curiously, because the last time I saw him I tried to hide
from him like a crazy woman.

  “He’s okay, he’s going to completely freak when I tell him about Benny. When I saw him this morning I was convinced that you were married to Andrew.”

  My mouth fell open in shock. “Andrew? Why?” I exclaimed.

  “I came here this morning, I wanted to tell you that I was serious about this. About us. Except Andrew answered the door and I just got everything wrong.”

  “Wait... so are you telling me that you thought I was married and I had slept with you?” I pretended to be offended when in fact I found it funny. There was no way me and Andrew would ever have something going on, even if he wasn’t completely flamingly gay.

  “Well, erm, yes, I err...” Rick trailed off and then held up his hands. “I was trying not to judge you!” he said before laughing.

  It was nice to hear that Rick had wanted this before being told about Benny. It confirmed to me that he wasn’t just making a silly decision on the spur of the moment just because a child was involved. It was probably selfish, but I wanted him to want me for me too, not just because we had a child together.

  “Well, thanks,” I said, and it came out very light-hearted and it felt it too.

  By the time we had finished eating it was getting late and Josh and Andrew called me to FaceTime Benny.

  “Hi, sweetie!” I exclaimed before immediately being greeted by the ceiling as he took the phone from Josh and began to press the buttons.

  “No, like this,” came Andrew’s voice and the phone straightened so I could see him.

  “Has he been okay?” I asked, even though I would know that the answer was yes.

  “Yeah, he’s been fine. He’s just had a bath and now we’re about to tuck him in.”

  “That’s nice, isn’t it, Benny. Did you have a nice bath?” I asked him. He’d always loved having a bath, even when he was a baby. He was so confident and comfortable in the water.

  “No,” he told me and then frowned, jutting his lower lip out and pulling a face. He looked adorable and very grumpy, clearly tired from his fun day at playing at Josh’s.

  “Why, what happened buddy?” I asked him, cooing at his grumpy face. “I think someone is tired.”

  “Yeah, he didn’t want to get out of the bath, we had to play good cop bad cop.”

  That image was a funny one. There were many times that I’d found myself trying to negotiate with an almost three-year-old until I’d realized I was a parent and I could just scoop him out the bath. Though, I always let him have ‘just five more minutes’.

  I laughed and next to me, Rick was smiling, his eyes glued on Benny.

  “Okay, well Momma won’t keep you up. Goodnight honey.” We all exchanged goodbyes and then it was just the two of us again. Alone and with the house to ourselves for the night.

  “Would you like to stay the night?” I asked, shocking myself at how bold I was being. But it just felt... right.

  He looked at me surprised but then smiled.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Rick

  The two of us went up the stairs, our hands clasped together tightly as we made our way to the bedroom. I kissed Sam softly as she led me through her home and I could feel her smile against my lips. It made my heart feel warm and I felt incredibly lucky to be given this second chance with her.

  As we crossed the threshold for her bedroom door, she pulled away for a second to click on the lamp and then sat down on the bed, crooking her finger at me in invitation.

  I grinned at her and pulled off my sweater and took off my belt to get comfortable before I joined her on the bed still dressed. It was nice to just be here with her. Although last night was wonderful, to be with her now when both of our heads were clear and that there was no more heaviness and secrets between us was a great feeling.

  For a moment all I did was lean forward and kiss her softly, savoring the feeling of her being here with me. I lay her down, the two of us getting comfortable with each other again.

  It was the opposite to the night before. Instead of fast-paced and hot, our touches were very gentle and soft. There was no rush after all. We were going to have forever to spend with each other. We both knew that this was it for us. There was never going to be anyone else.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel Sam start to melt underneath me. At first, gasping softly against my lips and then beginning to arch into me. She was warm under my hands and I could feel myself growing hard as she began to rock against me, growing eager for me to touch her.

  “Rick,” she sighed.

  It brought a smile to my face and I kissed her deeply, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting her. She was so sweet and I pulled her even closer to me, eager to touch her.

  My hands were on her waist, stroking over the soft curve of her hips and then downwards to her ass.

  Sam nodded and shifted, pulling at her leggings and I grinned.

  The two of us separated to shuffle out of our clothes and to throw them onto the floor and then we were back to each other again. Kissing each other as if we couldn’t bear to be apart because honestly, we couldn’t.

  I unhooked Samantha’s bra and she let it fall forwards before shrugging it off.

  I pushed her back into the pillows and kissed down her neck, my hands on her breasts and enjoying the feel of her under me. Her nipples hardened under my touch and I took my time as I kissed, licked and sucked my way down her body to take one of her dusky nipples into my mouth.

  “Rick,” she gasped again and arousal curled in my stomach at her breathless, precious responses.

  I kissed down her body until I was between her legs. She lifted her hips to help me get her underwear off.

  “You stole my panties last night!” she exclaimed, suddenly remembering and I laughed.

  Oh damn, I’d forgotten about that.

  “They’re a souvenir,” I told her as I stroked my hands up and down her thighs, steadily getting closer to where she wanted me the most.

  She wasn’t shy as she lay there naked for me, her legs open and proudly displaying her pussy to me as if it was mine to do as I pleased with.

  I leaned over and kissed her, slipping my hand between her thighs and dipping two fingers into her heat. She moaned into my mouth and encouraged, I pushed my fingers through the slick feel of her until they pushed deep inside her, stretching her slightly.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned, grabbing me by the hair and kissing me deeply.

  I pushed my fingers into her again, curling them upwards and pressing all the sensitive places inside her and she came alive underneath me.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned and I pressed against her repetitively, fucking her with my fingers until she was soaking wet and my hand was soaked.

  I gently removed my fingers, spreading her lips to expose her clit before I rubbed it in circles, listening to the way her body spoke to me. How she moaned and arched and cried out.

  I made it my mission to make her come. I wanted to make her feel so good. I wanted to remind her that it wasn’t just attraction between us but a real chemistry.

  It didn’t take long until I could feel her start to throb against me, heat pouring from her as I pushed her to the edge. I felt the moment that she orgasmed, her pussy spasmed under my fingers, throbbing rhythmically as she cried out. I teased her through it until she was oversensitive and whimpering under my touch.

  “Please, Rick,” she moaned, squirming and writhing under me. “I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me,” she begged.

  I licked my lips. She looked and sounded so pretty and I couldn’t believe that she was all mine. That I would be able to be with her like this as much as I wanted.

  I wanted to make it my life mission to ensure she was happy.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Samantha

  He wouldn’t stop teasing me. He played with my pussy expertly until I needed him to give me more of his brilliant touch all over again. He made me yearn for more, taking me to heights of new pleasure and making me
beg for him like a slut.

  “Rick, please,” I begged him but still, he teased me, gently pressing against the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of my sex until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  My hole felt so empty as it clenched around nothing and I looked at the hard line of his cock, fantasizing about him pinning me down here and fucking me, or of me in his lap, bouncing on his long thick length until I came all over him. My own thoughts made me feel desperate because I knew how good his cock felt inside me. I knew that it would satisfy me in a way that shouldn’t be possible but it was.

  “Rick,” I gasped, as I felt myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm again. “Please lick my pussy,” I asked him, spreading my legs further for him.

  I hoped that this would help him stop his teasing. He had always loved eating me out and it got him so excited that hopefully, he’d get a taste and then need to fuck me immediately. It sounded like a good plan in my head, and for a moment I thought it worked as I felt him dip between my legs, holding my thighs open.

  But no. Rick had other ideas and once he was there he was licking at my hot, wet pussy like he was desperate for it. His tongue moving in sure patterns as he licked the length of my pussy and then gently sucked on my clit. I thought I might explode from pleasure.

  “Please, Rick,” I asked again, thrusting my hips upwards and trying to get him to touch my hole, to fill me up like I desperately needed to be filled.

  He responded by pushing his tongue inside me, licking as deep as he could and fucking it into me with a crazy precision. It felt soft and warm and just perfect and I watched him unashamed, enjoying the sight of his handsome face buried in my pussy, and the sight of his tongue licking me over and over again.

  “Rick, I need your cock!”

  That was it. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

  I sat up and pulled my legs up, denying him his fun and he laughed at me, a little breathless, his face flushed and soaked from his antics.