Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
He’d sauntered over to me, stalking me like a tiger. His movements were lithe and sinuous, a promise of the pleasure he could give a woman. I’d watched mesmerized, unable to move, the drinks frozen in my hand.
Suddenly, my boss snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Alison,” he barked. “Get with it! What’s wrong with you? Do I need to have a talk with you?” His eyes trailed lasciviously over my cleavage, and I knew he was going to try and make a move as soon as the event was over.
“Sorry Charles,” I mumbled, the spell broken. I quickly refilled my tray with drinks and circulated once again. I snuck a glance at the stranger and saw that he’d paused in his tracks, frowning. He’d seen how disrespectful my boss was, the way Charles’s eyes lingered on my ass, how he was rude to me in front of guests. I blushed, wishing I could sink into the floor.
The stranger halted in his tracks, and turned to speak with a distinguished looking older gentleman. I saw them both glance at Charles, and then the white-haired man nodded. Oh shit. It didn’t look like anything good was going to come out of this. I busied myself serving drinks again.
Suddenly, the dark-haired man walked over to me and seized my wrist.
“Come on, we’re going,” he snarled.
“What?” I gasped, my cheeks flushing.
“Let’s get out of here,” he repeated, his grasp on my wrist like a vise. Because I didn’t want to make a scene in a public place, I put down my tray of drinks and followed obediently, trying not to show my nervousness. Surely the crowd noticed a dark, handsome man dragging a young woman across a crowded room!
But he didn’t care. He steered me into a darkened entryway and pulled us behind the cover of a particularly large pillar. He looked me over, his eyes lingering over my curves, going up, down and then back up again over my body.
“So,” he breathed against the skin of my neck. “What’s the drink special tonight?”
3
Liam
I could tell that she still hadn’t seen me, she was so engrossed in the baby. Alison looked happier than I’d ever seen her. Well, maybe except when I was fucking her. My male ego liked to think that she was most satisfied when her body was impaled on mine, but I knew the happiness she had now was a different kind.
She was dressed in threadbare clothes, but her natural beauty gleamed like a star. Her lips were pink and delicious, pursed as she continued blowing kisses to the baby. I could see a little hand tugging on a long strand of blonde hair as gurgles and cries of “Mama!” reached my ear.
I advanced, waiting for the blonde to notice. When my shadow fell across the stroller, she finally turned her head, shading her eyes to see who was blocking the light. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she panicked, immediately pulling the baby out of his seat and cradling him tightly in her arms.
What the fuck? I was a spurned man, but I was hardly a child molester. There was no reason to think I was going to make off with her child.
But the baby turned suddenly, his hat falling off of his head, and I saw the features of a child who was unmistakably mine. The boy had the same raven hair as me, and the same blue eyes, except his were innocent and wide, while mine were filled with shock and anger.
The blood rushed through my body, pounding like a drumbeat in my head. Fists formed and I could hardly keep myself from slapping the bitch. Only the baby in her arms stopped me from physically harming the fucking whore. Alison had had my baby in secret, and kept him from me for the first year of his life! The fucking bitch had been pregnant when she’d left me and chosen to raise the baby on her own. It hadn’t been easy, judging by the used clothes both she and the baby wore. I was gratified though, to see that my baby looked healthy and well-fed. He had pink cheeks and even now smiled at me, his chubby fist stuck in his mouth.
“What the fuck?” I growled. “You have some explaining to do.”
“Liam,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you lived in this building complex.”
“I just moved,” I replied. “I wanted to get rid of that apartment that was our fuck-palace, do you remember?”
Her cheeks colored. For the time we’d been together, “fuck-palace” was an accurate description of my old apartment. It was large, sumptuous, and we’d probably spent 80% of the time in my bed, my cock buried deep in her delicious body, teaching the virgin all about love and lust. And she’d been an outstanding student, her nubile body responding naturally and immediately to me, her breasts and pussy coaxed to full womanhood.