Big Daddy To Go: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  I can’t help but laugh at her confusion as I get down on one knee behind her. I pull the ring box from my pocket as Lexi is still greeting people. She doesn’t see me because she’s chatting excitedly with people.

  “So, I don’t get it. What’s the surprise about? I mean, other than you guys being here, which of course, is a huge surprise …” Lexi trails off, trying to figure out what’s going on.

  “Turn around, sweetie,” her mom says.

  Lexi turns around and sees me kneeling in front of her holding a ring box. A princess-cut diamond ring sits inside the box, which is pointing toward her.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps, cupping her hands over her mouth.

  Instantly, her eyes fill with tears.

  “Lexi, will you marry me?”

  “Hell yes!” she says without hesitation, gleefully rubbing her hands together while throwing out a thousand-watt smile. “Definitely!”

  Everyone in the bar applauds as I slip the ring around her shaking finger. I stand up, but before I can lean in, Lexi is grabbing my face in her hands and smothering me in a loving kiss.

  “I love you, baby,” I say in between her kisses.

  “I love you, Kane.”

  “Now baby, do you think we can stop kissing for a moment so that people can talk to us?”

  She giggles and lets go. As if in unison, everyone comes over to congratulate us. Lexi’s mom hugs me and smiles.

  “I’m so happy my daughter has you,” she says. “You’re glowing, sweetie,” she cups Lexi’s cheek. “I’m so happy for you. I know your father is smiling down on you right now.”

  Lexi is already emotional, and that comment from her mother takes her over the edge. As she and her mother share a cry, I give them their privacy, happy they’ve gotten closer over the past year.

  We hang out at The Drunken Bucket for the next couple of hours, celebrating mine and Lexi’s engagement with drinks, laughs, and a lot of love. Even my parents seem to be getting along for the occasion.

  I call my driver before we start saying goodbyes. Lexi and I head to the car, and the driver smiles at us knowingly.

  “Congratulations, Mr. Jones and almost Mrs. Jones,” the driver says.

  Lexi blushes and puts her head on my shoulder.

  “Thank you, Marcus,” she says and looks at me. “Am I the only one who didn’t know your secret?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “I got excited. It’s all I could talk about at work too.”

  Lexi smiles. “You’re too cute.”

  “Cute? Our puppy is cute. I’m not cute like him, am I?”

  She laughs.

  “Okay, you’re ruggedly sexy. Better?”

  “Thank you,” I say. She motions for me to lean down to her.

  I put my ear to her lips.

  “I can’t wait to ride you.”

  Immediately, my dick strains against my pants.

  “Marcus, can you take us to the Hotel Magnolia instead?” I ask, keeping my eyes on Lexi’s.

  She bites her bottom lip.

  “Of course, sir,” Marcus says, making the turn onto East 92nd Street.

  Within minutes, we’re in the penthouse suite at the hotel. Without wasting any time, Lexi is on top of me, rocking her luscious hips against my lap as my cock fills her up.

  After we’re completely spent, Lexi falls on top of me, her beautiful breasts mashing against my chest. She kisses me before looking at her engagement ring.

  “It’s so perfect,” she smiles.

  “Like you, sweetheart.”

  Her blush spreads across her cheeks, and she clears her throat.

  “Just promise me one thing, Kane.”

  “Anything,” I tell her, brushing her hair off her shoulder. I’m serious about this.

  “Don’t leave me at the altar. If you need to call off the engagement for any reason, just do it. But don’t make me go through that again, okay?”

  I laugh, amused.

  “Lexi, I promise you I won’t call off our engagement. And I definitely won’t stand you up at the altar. I will marry you tomorrow, if you want, and never look back. My future is right in front of me,” I smile, cupping her face in my hands and pecking her lips.

  She grins and stares down at the ring again. I can tell there’s more she wants to say.

  “Everything okay?” I ask. “You’re keeping something from me.”

  She looks up at me with tears running down her face. Concern fills me.

  “Baby?” I ask, wiping the droplets away with my thumbs.

  “Exactly,” she chuckles.

  “What?” Exactly what? Is Lexi speaking in riddles?

  “If you do get cold feet, you wouldn’t just be leaving me…” she explains, taking my hands from her cheeks as she rolls onto her side. She places my hands on her bare belly.

  My eyes widen as I glance from her face to her stomach.

  “You’re pregnant?”

  Lexi nods, and I wrap her into a hug.

  “How did you manage to get me the perfect engagement present?” I ask her. “I’m ecstatic, sweetheart! Shit! We’re going to be parents!”

  She nods happily, with tears still in her eyes.

  “It’s a gift for us both, Kane.”

  “Thank you,” I tell her, overcome with emotion, “for giving me a family.”

  I drop my head to Lexi’s chest and hug her. She runs her fingers through my hair lovingly.

  “Thank you for bringing me back to life,” she whispers.

  I look up at her, both of us in tears. We chuckle at how emotional we both are over this moment before we share a loving kiss.

  As Lexi lies wrapped in my arms that night, I lightly run my fingers up and down her back, lulling her to sleep. I love how the curvy girl fits like a missing piece against me. It’s as if she aligns with my body and soul perfectly. I have waited a long time for Lexi to come into my life, and I will never let her go.

  I have many successes in life, but my biggest one will be making her my wife and raising our child together.

  THE END

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  Nellie

  He’s a bad boy biker dude with a chip on his shoulder and an ego the size of an elephant. Can the curvy girl change his ways?

  Amy convinced me to come to this block party. At first, I was a little hesitant because of who I am as a person. Parties just aren’t my thing, not really. I don’t think I’ve been to one in at least a year. Plus, I always end up being the awkward girl in the corner, looking like a total loner weirdo.

  Amy is more of a party personality. She flits from person to person regaling them with her wit and beauty. Plus, people just naturally pay her more attention. Her long blonde hair, blue eyes and killer body attract eyes, both male and female. I mean, she’s gorgeous. Sometimes, I’ll even catch myself staring at her.

  Not that I mind. I prefer the eyes to be on Amy as opposed to me because I’ve never been one for attention. I absolutely hate it when people look at me and start asking questions. I get all flustered, and then the word vomit comes. Just pure nonsense spews out of my mouth.

  I guess asking and answering questions is regular socializing, but I’m bad at it either way.

  But even with my social anxiety, I came to this block party. Amy really hyped it up, telling me it was going to be so much fun, and how I just couldn’t miss out. Plus, I really love hanging out with her. I knew she’d be upset if I chose to stay in for the night, and whenever we’re together, I end up having all kinds of fun anyways. So there wasn’t too much of a downside.

  Amy even got me to dress a little more flirtatiously than usual. My skirt is a mini, and my top is a halter, so there is a whole lot of exposed skin. I don’t think I’ve ever been outside in less, not even at the beach. Most of the girls here are dressed in even less, to be honest, but they all look amazing. It just feels so weird being so racy myself, but Amy is that good at getting me
to do things.

  “Are you having fun?” she asks. My best friend pops back up from her little drink excursion with two cups in her hand. She gives me one, taking a quick sip from her own.

  “Yeah, of course,” I answer, hiding my white lie with a drink from my red Solo cup. I’m not having the worst time, I’m just a little bit intimidated because of my wallflower tendencies.

  When the amber liquid touches my tongue, I make a face because it’s cheap beer. I’m not much of a drinker to begin with, but I can tell this is something that probably cost less than five dollars for a six pack. And, when I do choose to indulge in the devil’s juice, it’s usually a crisp glass of white wine.

  I guess that’s a little too fancy for a block party.

  “Oh no, you don’t like it,” Amy deflates at the sight of my displeased expression.

  “No, no, I just wasn’t expecting beer. I like the drink. I really do. Thank you for getting it for me. I really appreciate it.”

  I don’t want her to think that I’m miserable because I’m not. It’s just that I’m more of a homebody, so things like this always make me a little uncomfortable. I’m sure once I get a few drinks in me, I’ll become the social butterfly I need to be in order to enjoy myself.

  “Has anyone caught your eye?” my friend asks. Amy is scanning the crowd, checking out all the potential hookups. She’s so much more charming than I am. She goes out and can have any man she wants. It’s her magic way. By contrast, it’s always felt awkward for me to go out and approach guys.

  But maybe tonight can be different. The problem is that no one has caught my attention. Most of the men here tonight look pretty average, so I’m just not interested in any of them.

  I shrug.

  “Not really. I’m feeling kind of blah,” I say by way of excuse.

  I don’t even really mind going home alone tonight. I could curl up on my sofa, and put on a romance. I’ve been meaning to re-watch Pride & Prejudice for a long while now. I think I have one more bag of microwave popcorn somewhere in my pantry, and Mr. Darcy plus buttery popcorn would hit the spot just right.

  “Oooh, look!” Amy hits my shoulder with the back of her hand, her eyes intently focused on two hot guys not too far away. They’re clearly here together, talking to one another. Maybe they don’t even want to be bothered. There are a few girls hanging around them, tossing eyes in that general direction, but they’ve been ignoring everyone up to now.

  “They’re cute, but I don’t know,” I hesitate. I want to keep Amy from dragging the two of us over there. I hate the idea of being rejected or worse, ignored.

  I’m about to tell Amy to not even bother with going over there, but I take too long. Soon, we’re already halfway to these men, her grip tight on my arm.

  By the time I’ve come to my senses, we are face to face with Hot Guy Number One and Hot Guy Number Two. I feel so unprepared for what is about to happen that I clam up. I don’t even know what I’d say if I wanted to talk.

  “Hi!” Amy chirps brightly.

  The men turn to look at us.

  “Hey,” one of them says in a cool tone. His friend has moved off to the side, and the two of us watch the flirting commence.

  Amy is all smiles, putting on her best sexy girl routine.

  “Are you guys from around here?” Amy twirls a piece of her bright blonde her around her finger.

  “Yeah, Nash and I both live and work around the neighborhood,” Hot Guy Number One answers. I look back at his friend whom I can’t see that clearly. It’s twilight, and he’s half-hidden in the shadows. I can make out a huge frame with broad shoulders, and a tight black t-shirt that skims a muscular chest. I know those eyes are a piercing blue because I can feel their heat on me, even if I can’t see them myself.

  “That’s cool,” my friend chirps. “Nellie and I are in the same boat. My name is Amy by the way.” She holds out her hand, waiting for him to shake it. He smirks and wraps his massive fingers around her palm.

  “I’m Colton, but my friends call me Colt.”

  “Are you saying that we’re friends if I call you Colt?” Amy asks flirtatiously.

  “If you want to be.”

  She simpers.

  “I think I would like that. I might like it even more if we could be more than friends.”

  “More than friends, huh?” he smirks again.

  Amy has gotten rather close to Colt at this point. Her hands go to his shoulders, and she gets a look of mock surprise on her face.

  “Wow, you’re so muscular. Do you work out a lot?”

  At this point, I look away because it’s getting a little too cheesy for me. Do people really do this? Evidently, yes. Embarrassed, I look back over at Colt’s friend, Nash, and the air escapes my lungs. Goodness, he’s still looking at me. Did he ever look away? Maybe I have something in my teeth or on my face? Oh boy, that would be beyond embarrassing. There’s no way for me to discreetly check, but I purse my lips and quickly brush my hand down the side of my face to remove any potential crumbs.

  Here’s this hot guy probably secretly laughing at me because I’m a legitimate mess. I keep glancing at him, my eyes wandering between the cup in my hand and his face.

  This all feels so very, very awkward. I need to get out of here.

  I look back over to where Colt and Amy are flirting but like magic, the two of them have disappeared. How is this possible? I do a sweep around the party with my eyes, but they are nowhere to be found.

  “Really?” I mumble to myself. “Where did they go?”

  I hear Nash chuckle and turn back around.

  “What?” I demand.

  The word comes out a lot more annoyed than I expected, but I am a little annoyed, so I don’t apologize. Plus, it’s rude to laugh at people in distress.

  “Nothing, but they went that way,” he points, “if you want to follow your friend.” I turn in the direction of his finger, but I don’t see Amy or Colt anywhere. I’m sure they’re looking for a private area to do private things, and I don’t want to interrupt their fun. Even if that means me being a little uncomfortable.

  “No, it’s fine,” I respond. “It just would have been nice if she told me that they were leaving, but it’s fine. I’m fine. I really am fine. Totally fine.” Ugh, I sound so needy and desperate. What is wrong with me?

  The handsome man grins, revealing bright white teeth that gleam in the twilight.

  “Are you sure you’re fine? I can’t tell. If you’re fine that is.” Nash has this amused look on his face. I must have said the word fine like one thousand times. Maybe even more. He must think I’m an idiot.

  It’s not helping that he’s hotter than the fires of hell. His body and his eyes and his face and his everything! Ugh! It’s like my brain is turning to mush.

  Why is he making me so stupid!?

  “Yes, I am fine, Nash. Your name is Nash, right?”

  “It is. And you’re Nellie.”

  I nod. Not going to lie. It’s kind of surprising to me that he remembered my name. I thought I’d be someone to ignore to a hottie like him, but maybe I was wrong. He grins again. The man is so handsome he could make a popsicle melt on a winter day.

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Nellie. Are you enjoying the party?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I answer. I guess we’re having a conversation now. “It’s not my usual scene, but it’s fun.”

  He nods.

  “Yeah, I’m not much of a partier myself. Usually, I’m riding or tinkering with my bike.” With the mention of his bike, it’s the first time I notice he’s casually leaning against a chopper. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. The machine is pretty huge, but I guess I didn’t notice because I was so preoccupied with his physical presence that everything else kind of faded away.

  Plus, these extra tiny clothes make me feel like he’s analyzing every inch of exposed skin that I have. Not that it’s bad. His eyes are making their assessment, and my skin tingles before flaring hotly in my secret spot. B
ut I don’t feel particularly judged. I’m actually breathing rapidly and kind of happy. I should be more intimidated. He’s so much bigger than me, and his eyes flashed for a moment, but for whatever reason, being so close to Nash has me excited.

  Excited in ways I’ve never been before.

  “So, you’re a biker?” I ask.

  Nash tilts his head and takes a swig from his beer.

  “I guess you could say that,” he smirks.

  “I’ve never even been on a motorcycle. Yours looks nice, though.” I could never dream of jumping on one of those things. They’re so loud, and it’s just you against the wind. There’s so much that could go wrong. There’s nothing protecting you in a crash except maybe a helmet.

  Not that I’m going to tell Nash that. I’m sure he’s heard enough about the dangers of being on a bike. He doesn’t need to hear that from some noob like me. He’s probably just talking to me out of pity since my friend ditched me.

  Yeah, that’s probably it.

  Nash asks me a question, but I’m so caught in my thoughts that I don’t quite catch it.

  “Hm?” I ask distractedly. I heard something, but I’m not actually sure if I heard him right. I’m sure he didn’t just invite me to get on that death machine.

  He grins knowingly.

  “I asked if you wanted to go for a ride?”

  “A ride? Yeah, sure.”

  What? Why did I just say yes? And so quickly? I don’t even know this guy’s last name, and I’m already agreeing to take a ride on a vehicle that I’ve been legit scared of for most of my life. Not just agreeing, but basically jumping at the opportunity. I can’t be doing this.

  Nash gets up off his bike and gets two helmets out from a little compartment in back.

  “You sure?” he asks while holding out a helmet for me.

  “Of course!” He just gave me a chance to back out, and I didn’t. OMG.

  I take the helmet from him, doing my best to exude absolute confidence. What I’m feeling on the inside is nerves, but I don’t want to let on.

  He grins.