Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Misty, is that my child? Was that child conceived during our weekend at the cabin?” I demand.
The young woman’s chin trembles a bit, but then she lifts it in an act of defiance.
“Yes. This is your child, Chris, or should I say Cross? Either way, you’re the father, or Brett, or whatever your friend’s name is. But you don’t need to worry because I’m raising Sylvester on my own. He’s mine, and you can’t take him away from me,” she says in a fierce tone, holding the baby even tighter.
“I would never,” I say in return, my eyes drinking in the sight of the beautiful girl with our son at her breast. She looks absolutely delectable, like an angel nursing a baby with that long blonde hair and delicate features. Suddenly, a rush of possession surges through my veins, and I know I’ve lied because Misty and Sylvester belong to me. We conceived this child together, and I’m going to do everything in my power to be a part of their lives.
“Misty,” I say, my voice a bit stronger this time as I try to re-set the conversation. “Where have you been?”
She stares at me.
“That’s a funny question. Why do you care? What’s it to you?”
I pause for a moment, choosing my words carefully. This is obviously a delicate situation with our future hanging in the balance.
“I care because I care about you. You’ve had my child, and in secret I might add. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell us? Didn’t you think Brett and I would want to know?”
Misty’s pretty features are ice cold.
“No, because I was nothing but a random fuck to you, Cross,” she says in a cool tone. “Don’t you remember? You were spending a month at the cabin with your friend, double-teaming a line-up of young women. In fact, when I left, there was another chick arriving to take my place! What were we: numbers five and six? Or fifteen and sixteen? Whatever it is, you disgust me.”
The baby senses his mother’s distress and pops off her nipple to let out a wail.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Misty whispers angrily, her eyes shooting sparks, as she gently directs the pink tip back into Sylvester’s mouth. “There you go, sweetheart. Yes, Mommy loves you.”
I feel ashamed because the month at the cabin was exactly as she describes: a hedonistic thirty days of fucking, sucking, and enjoying female bodies without the burden of names, feelings, or responsibilities. It was what Misty alleges: a month-long fuckfest where women allowed their bodies to be used in exchange for money. But what our pretty girl doesn’t know is that it all ended with her, and I try to explain.
“We sent the next woman away,” I say in a low voice. “Yes, it was a debauched thirty days, but I swear it ended with you.”
Misty stares at me, her eyes filled with disbelief.
“Do you really expect me to believe that? Two forty-five-year-old men planned out a sordid orgy in advance. And then they gave it up because of what? Guilt? Attachment? Remorse?”
I hold up a hand.
“I don’t know what you’d call it, but we definitely sent the next girl away. And no one else came later. We were done after we experienced that magical weekend with you, and you can verify this with Barrett.”
“Oh, so that’s his name,” Misty says in a sarcastic tone. “He’s not Brett. He’s Barrett.”
I take a deep breath because Misty’s obviously agitated, and I need to keep this conversation as calm as possible.
“Yes, he’s Barrett Coleman and I’m Cross Decker. We couldn’t use our real names because we’re powerful, well-known businessmen, and shit gets around. What we did was fucked-up, and we didn’t want the world to know. So we kept it on the downlow, and if you remember, there were a lot of NDAs to sign.”
“I remember,” she spits.
“But now, it’s two years later, and we’re in a different place in life,” I say, managing to speak in an even tone. Misty is an enraged filly, and I’m a horse-whisperer, trying to calm her down. “You’ve had our child, and that changes everything.”
She squints at me but then shakes her head furiously.
“No, it doesn’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Decker,” she says, turning while trying to juggle the baby with one hand while managing the stroller with the other. “I need to be going.”
I stride over in a few steps and block the door with my massive form, looking down at the tiny blonde.
“No, not yet,” I say in a dark tone that brooks no dissent. “You belong to us, Misty Earnshaw. You and the baby both because there’s no turning this ship around. Barrett will want to know that he’s a daddy, and even more than that, we’re going to figure something out where all three of us are part of the child’s life.”