Surprise Daddy: A Billionaire Doctor Accidental Pregnancy Romance

by Hunter Rose

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Tell me honestly, son. It doesn’t strike you as the least bit coincidental that this woman you had a connection to years ago, shows up on your doorstep, out of the blue with a child she claims to be yours?” he asks. “Have you asked yourself the question honestly?”

  “That’s not how it happened.”

  He shrugs. “I think you need to have a paternity test done, Roman,” he goes on. “For your own sake.”

  As I stare at him, it hits me that this isn’t about Scarlet at all. It’s about him. My father’s need to be in absolute control of me. Of all things. He controlled everything about my life until I joined the Navy. I’d hoped that once I went away, that he saw I wouldn’t be cowed by him, his need for total control of me and my life would end.

  But when I rotated home, he picked up right where he left off. I was to work at his hospital, under him, doing everything he told me to do, when he told me to do it. I could only eat his shit for so long before I couldn’t deal with it anymore and ran to California. And here we are today. Here we are, and he still hasn’t learned that lesson.

  His objection to Scarlet has nothing to do with her. It’s not her he doesn’t like. He doesn’t even know her. And what’s more, he has no interest in getting to know her. No, his objection to Scarlet is simply because she isn’t somebody he picked and approved for me.

  That’s all this is. That’s all this is about. Control. Period. Plain and simple.

  “Always great to spend time with you, Dad,” I growl.

  I turn and leave the room. He wants to get a rise out of me and bait me into a fight. I’m not going to give him what he wants. But oh, it’s not easy. It’s really not easy.

  I stomp down the hallway, wanting to put as much distance between us as I can.

  31

  Scarlet

  I lean back against the wall and let the jacuzzi jets wash over me as I watch the tendrils of steam rising into the darkness of the nighttime sky. Groaning with pleasure, I look out at the lake beyond, still reeling in disbelief – part of that disbelief stemming from the fact that we’re sitting in the jacuzzi completely naked. I’m not usually the type who indulges in something like skinny dipping – I’m usually a bit too reserved for all that – but hey, when in Rome, right? Of course, it helps that there are no neighbors anywhere near us.

  “So, this is Winnetka, huh?” I ask. “I think I could get used to this.”

  “Yes, welcome to lifestyles of the rich and fucked up.”

  I laugh. “For being a rich guy yourself, you’re pretty cynical about rich people.”

  Roman flashes me a roguish grin. “Maybe it’s because I grew up rich that I’m so cynical about the rich,” he says. “Trust me, they do a good job of branding, but this is no place special.”

  “Oh my God, shut up. This place is incredible,” I beam. “I never thought I’d end up in Winnetka. I mean, I’ve seen it in movies like Home Alone and whatnot, but to actually be here? It’s pretty amazing.”

  I turn away from the lake view and look back at the house we’re staying in for the weekend, the waves of disbelief washing over me as steadily as the cicadas singing their songs into the night air.

  Zeke is letting us use his house for the next couple of days, giving us a chance to get away. Giving us some much-needed time alone together to bond and reconnect. His mother was excited and insisted on keeping Kinsey for a few days while we came out here, all but kicking us out the door as she sent us on our way.

  I love that Marjory and Kinsey have taken to each other so quickly. I love that they’re building such a tight bond and are already so close to one another. It’s a thought that fills me with warmth and happiness. But then my mind starts to turn toward Roman’s father, and that happiness starts to fade, so I quickly try to banish those thoughts. He’s the last person I want intruding on my happiness high right now. This place is too beautiful and too amazing to spoil with thoughts of that asshole, so I try to think of something else.

  I look over at our weekend retreat and take it all in. While I still prefer Roman’s family home, Zeke’s place is beautiful. Made mostly of steel and glass, with hard lines and sharp angles, the place is thoroughly modern in design. From the outside, I would have guessed it was a museum if Roman hadn’t told me this was Zeke’s house.

  The front room is almost all windows and has an open floor plan with a kitchen done in black and stainless steel off to the right. Just off the kitchen sits a large steel and glass dining room table surrounded by six tall backed chairs that are functional, but don’t actually look all that comfortable. Off to the left, two couches face each other across a coffee table that looks like a smaller version of the dining room table.

  Beyond the sitting area is a long glass-covered hallway that leads to the bedrooms in the back. The bedrooms have tall windows, but curtains afford us some privacy. If I were the one designing this place, I wouldn’t have used as much glass. I’m not big on getting peeped on by the curious. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

  “Listen, I’m sorry about my dad,” Roman starts. “I did warn you that he’s an asshole. I was just kind of hoping he’d rein it in for a little bit.”

  I laugh and nod. “That you did,” I agree. “Let me guess. He was warning you about the evil gold-digger spoiling to get her hands on your family fortune.”

  He nods. “That’s about right,” he says. “Though, you forgot the hell-spawn child who’s just a prop to help sell your story.”

  “Right, right,” I respond. “How could I forget?”

  We laugh and sit back, doing our best to relax. I take a long swallow of wine and relish the feel of the warm water bubbling all around my skin. The night air blowing in off Lake Michigan is cool, blending with the heat of the jacuzzi, making everything feel just right.

  “You think your dad will ever come around?”

  I set the wineglass down on the edge of the jacuzzi and lean my head back, close my eyes, and listen to the night sounds.

  “It’s his loss if he doesn’t. If he chooses his bullshit over you and Kinsey – that’s just sad. Pathetic and sad,” Roman mutters. “But I’m not expecting much from the guy. Personally, I gave up on him a long time ago.”

  “He’s your dad, Roman.”

  He drains the last of his wine and sets the glass down. “Doesn’t give him license to be a prick.”

  I purse my lips. “No. No it doesn’t.”

  I look up at Roman, the question I don’t want to ask rattling around in my brain. Or maybe it’s not the asking that scares me, but the answer. And yet, I can’t get the question to stop floating through my head. I can’t make it go away. And I know if I don’t ask the question, it’s going to burrow deeper into my brain and fester there, eventually becoming toxic – for both of us.

  He looks at me, a small smile on his lips. I feel my heart flutter. I look around at the house, the lake beyond, and the jacuzzi we’re lounging in, still unable to believe the turn my life has taken. To go from the verge of being out on the street to sitting in a jacuzzi with a lakeside view, from being alone and miserable to having the love of an incredible man – it’s mind boggling to me. It doesn’t seem real. It’s the kind of thing that only happens in movies – not to people like me.

  As amazing as it is and as perfect as it all seems, there are still thin tendrils of doubt that cling to me. There’s some small piece of my mind that can’t fully accept that it’s all real. That’s expecting something to go horrible wrong. I know that I love Roman, that’s not a question. I just can’t quite seem to give one hundred percent of myself over to him just yet. There are still doubts and reservations in my mind. They’re small, and they’re few, but they’re there. Lingering. Like I said, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop as it always does.

  “Can I ask you something?” The question is out of my mouth before I can think to stop it.

  “Anything.”

  I pick up my glass and drain the las
t of my wine. I set the empty glass back down and look at him, trying to find the nerve to ask my question.

  “What is it, Scarlet?”

  I sigh. “I just – there’s nothing I can do to make your dad accept me. Or Kinsey for that matter.”

  He shrugs. “And? Like I said, that’s his loss.”

  “But if it comes down to me or your inheritance –” I bite off my words, trying to find a delicate way to put it. “I – I just want you to know that I’d understand if you chose your inheritance. I would just like to know sooner rather than later.”

  He cocks his head and looks at me like I’ve just grown a second head. “Come on, Scarlet,” he says. “You know better than that.”

  “Do I?”

  He wades across the jacuzzi and pulls me to him. I stand close, trailing my fingertips along the corded contours of the muscles in his arms. Leaning forward, I gently kiss this broad, well defined chest.

  “You should know better. If I had to choose between my inheritance or you, I would choose you every single time,” he whispers, the deep base of his voice rumbling through his chest and into my lips. “You’re mine, Scarlet. I’m yours. And Kinsey is ours. Nothing and nobody – not even my father or his money – are going to get between us.”

  His words make me feel better for the most part, but they don’t entirely dissolve the thin threads of doubt worming around inside of me. I know they’re my issues. My own insecurities and self-doubts sabotaging me. Logically, I know they’re my own weaknesses working against me, but for whatever reason, I can’t shut the voices of self-doubt up. They’re always in the back of my mind, whispering to me.

  Roman squeezes me tighter to him, and the firmness of his body pressed to mine sends a rush of desire flowing through me. He looks deep into my eyes, his expression earnest and sincere.

  “I mean it, Scarlet,” he says. “We belong to each other.”

  Roman leans forward, pressing his mouth hard against mine. The feel of his tongue in my mouth, swirling and dancing with mine, makes my skin burn with a heat that has nothing to do with the water in the jacuzzi. My pulse races as our kiss deepens, the feel of his hands on my bare skin igniting the fire between my thighs.

  I get to my feet, the water in the tub coming to just above my waist. I feel Roman’s hard length pressed against my stomach. As I feel the heat blossoming within me, I bite his bottom lip and reach down, gripping his shaft, squeezing it tight. I move my hand up and down his staff, jerking him off. He groans, his mouth crashing against mine. Roman forces his tongue into my mouth, nearly stealing my breath as I swallow the sound of his moans while I work his pole harder.

  He effortlessly lifts me out of the water and sets me on the side of the tub, the stone tiles cool against my bare ass. Roman sinks down into the water and runs his hands up the insides of my thighs, making me tremble as he parts them and lowers his head, pressing his face into the warm folds of my pussy. I cry out as he slips his tongue past my swollen lips, probing deep into the warm, wet center of me. Roman moans, and the rumbling vibration of his voice on my pussy nearly makes me come on the spot.

  Gripping the back of his head, I push his face deeper into me and grind my wet core against his mouth. He laps at my wetness harder and faster, flicking his tongue over my bud, making me shudder with desire. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on it hard as he drives a pair of fingers deep into my pussy, and starts to thrust in and out furiously. My breath quickens, and tendrils of fire snake along my skin as Roman works his mouth and fingers in perfect unison, driving me to the brink.

  I grind my wetness against his face harder, making my body clench tight. And when his tongue slips deep into me, hitting that spot, he unleashes a powerful wave of pleasure within me. I scream his name as my body shakes, the muscles inside of me clenching and unclenching around his tongue as a mind-numbing orgasm rocks me from head to toe.

  Roman gets back to his feet, his mouth and chin glistening with my juices in the moonlight. I still haven’t managed to catch my breath when he leans forward and kisses me, his tongue sliding around the inside of my mouth. I taste myself on his lips and moan as he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back, kissing and biting my neck. His other hand finds my breast. He kneads it and runs his thumb over my stiff nipple before giving it a hard pinch.

  Roman pulls me to the edge of the tub, and without hesitating, pierces me with his thick staff, burying himself to the hilt. My eyes widen as a rush of intense pleasure blended with a sharp bite of pain sears my every nerve ending. My entire body is already vibrating as he starts to roll his hips, plunging his cock into me with a furious abandon.

  I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I hold tightly to him. Our bodies are locked together tightly as Roman thrusts his thick rod deep into me, hard and fast. He fills me up so completely, stretching me open, and hits me so deep, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. My breath is ragged, my heart is hammering against the inside of my chest, and all rational thought leaves my mind. All I am able to do in that moment is feel. I kiss his chest, running my tongue along his nipples as he pounds my pussy with his iron hard cock.

  The pleasure is so intense, I’m practically dizzy, and I only want more. Roman picks me up and turns me around, bending me over the lip of the jacuzzi. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back roughly. I arch my back as he slams his cock back into me. The water splashes up and around us, spilling out onto the deck as he pounds into me over and over again. I push back against him, taking his rigid staff as deep into me as I can, craving more. Needing more.

  Roman growls as he pounds my pussy with his hard shaft, fucking me for all he’s worth. His body is tight, and his fingers are pressed deep into the flesh of my hips as he grips me, pulling me to him as he drives his length into me in a hard, steady rhythm.

  “Yes, baby. Give it to me. Harder,” I cry out.

  The crack of his hand meeting my ass is loud. I let out a yelp, feeling the sting of it reverberating through my body. He slaps my ass again at the same time he plunges as deep into me as he can go, hitting that sweet spot deep within my folds. A quivering cry that’s loud and high-pitched passes my lips, and he sends me toppling over the edge of bliss.

  My entire body shakes hard, spasms of pleasure rocking every inch of me. The intensity burns brighter than the sun as he continues fucking me through my orgasm. I can barely catch my breath, but Roman keeps fucking me, his cock seemingly somehow even more rigid, but his body is tight, and his movements grow erratic. I know he’s close. I push myself back against him harder and squeeze his cock with the muscles in my tight pussy. Roman groans loud as I squeeze him with the muscles deep in my core harder.

  “Come for me, baby. Give me your come, Roman.”

  He throws his head back and lets out a sound that’s more animal than human. He pulls himself out of me and starts to stroke its length, slick with my juices, in his fist. A moment later he cries out, and I feel thick ropes of his hot come spurting all over my back and my ass.

  Roman slips down into the water and pulls me onto his lap. Our bodies intertwined; I lay my head on his shoulder. Our breathing is ragged, and our hearts beat wildly in our chests as we ride out the currents of ecstasy together.

  “I love you, Scarlet,” he gasps, barely catching his breath.

  “And I love you,” I say. “But I am not cleaning out this jacuzzi tomorrow.”

  The sound of our laughter rises into the air like the thick clouds of steam coming off the surface of the water.

  32

  Roman

  “No way, Roman,” she says. “I appreciate the thought, but I can’t let you buy this.”

  I look at the dress and smile. It’s a red style dress with quarter sleeves, a heart-shaped neckline, and a wide flared skirt with a petticoat underneath. It’s red with white polka dots and looks absolutely amazing on her.

  “Do you like it?” I ask.

  “Well, yes, but that’s beside the point,” she says,
pointing to the price tag.

  Admittedly, it’s a bit overpriced, but it’s to be expected of specialty boutiques. You don’t exactly come here to do discount shopping. Besides, I want Scarlet to have the best of everything. I give her a small shrug and walk away from the dress, and she lets out a sigh of relief as she falls in step behind me.

  I stop before a hunter green dress she tried on a little while ago. It’s very similar in style to the last one, and I think the shade of green really goes well with her cool alabaster skin and makes her eyes stand out.

  “What about this one?” I ask.

  “It’s beautiful,” she admits. “But then, almost all the dresses in this shop are beautiful.”

  I nod absently. She’s tried on half a dozen dresses – all of them I consider to be hits. She has a knack for picking out clothes that really complement her figure and look amazing on her. I know I have no fashion sense of my own, nor the time or inclination to learn, so I rely on personal shoppers to dress me. That works for me.

  She grabs hold of my hand and starts pulling me toward the door. “Come on, let’s get some ice cream.”

  I give her a smile. “Hang on a second; I thought we were shopping?”

  “We are. We’re window shopping.”

  “What fun is shopping if you don’t buy anything?”

  She kisses me on the cheek. “The fun is just playing dress up,” she says, then leans close and whispers in my ear. “Besides, I bet I can find dresses similar to these a lot cheaper back home. I’m a ruthless discount shopper.”

  In that moment I know that Scarlet has spent her adult life denying herself the things she really wants. I know she does it for Kinsey, to make sure our daughter has the basic necessities of life. But because of that, she has spent her life looking at the things she wants but has never been able to get them. And knowing that makes me feel like shit. If I’d known about Kinsey earlier…