Dylan, page 9
Three hours later, my uncle calls. “Congratulations on becoming a loving son.”
“What do you mean, Uncle Liam?”
“Have you not seen the news?”
“No, we just woke up from a well-earned nap.” I fucked Harley and me into such a deep sleep that I’d forgotten all about the confrontation with my birth giver.
He chuckles and says, “I’d look that shit up online and check out what they have to say about you and her.”
“Thanks. I will.”
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will. See you soon.” We promise to meet up soon when we have some time, but for the future time being, I want to enjoy all my free hours with my darling Harley, working on our family.
“What happened?” she asks from the bed with her hair messy and the sheet pressed to her chest.
I lick my lips as I stare at the sexy sight before me. “It would seem that our little confrontation got out today. Perhaps we should check it out.”
“Perhaps we should. You don’t know if you need to do any damage control.” There’s a little giggle coming from her lips, so I snatch it up and steal a deep kiss, pulling back when neither of us can breathe.
I pop my ass on to the bed with my back against the headboard and search my name on my cell phone. Immediately it pops up with hers, talking about a long-lost son. As if on cue, my phone starts ringing. I send it to voicemail when I don’t recognize the number. I call my tech guy because my number isn’t public information.
“Sorry, it’s out there. I can reroute all your calls first, but it’s probably easier to just change your number. Someone doxed your information, sir. Luckily your new property hasn’t been listed, but the old one has.”
“Good. Get me set up with another number quickly, please.”
“The company has many available numbers, so I can have it done in two minutes. I’ll text it over. Is there anything else you need?”
“No, I’ll have my security team handle the rest. For now, Harley and I are in the hotel and aren’t leaving until it’s time to go back to the office on Monday, so we’re good.”
“Yes, sir.” I silence all the noise, powering off my phone and snuggling up with Harley.
“Let’s forget everything else, love.”
“Sounds wonderful to me.”
It’s the way we spend the rest of the weekend, but the peace doesn’t last.
Monday morning rolls around, and we wake up to the sound of my alarm. I need to go into the office, and I’m not leaving Harley alone to face these vultures so I’m taking her with me.
“I can stay inside all day and avoid them.”
“No, I don’t trust that one won’t get to the door when room service comes or one won’t pretend to be room service.”
“You could always send security up as room service, my husband.”
“I could, but I don’t know how long my day is going to be.”
“Exactly, so I’ll be bored at the office unless you’re going to give me some work to do.”
“If you want things to do, I’ll give you something.” I hold her gaze and then raise my brows.
“Fine. Then I’ll hurry up and get ready.”
“Good girl.” I pat her ass as she sneaks off to the bathroom.
Once we’re ready, we take the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel. The moment the doors open, we’re bombarded with cameras. Of course, they knew where we were at, and I’m sure my evil beast of an egg donor didn’t hesitate to share that information.
“Mr. Hunter, do you have anything to say to the allegations that you’re the son of actress Veronica Blake?”
“What makes you believe that?” I ask.
“She’s already threatened to sue you for lying about it.” I smirk but refuse to acknowledge or deny the allegations because I’ll deal with my birth giver privately.
“That’s nice. Excuse me. I have to be at my office in fifteen minutes. Business calls.” My security team leads us out of the hotel and toward our vehicle while I keep hold of Harley, making sure no one is touching her.
“Mrs. Hunter, do you have any comments?” They try putting the mic in her face, but my new head of security moves the device.
“Nope. Now, if you didn’t hear my husband, we’re already running late after spending all weekend working on our real family.” She gives them a wink and clings to my side even tighter. My detail opens the back door, and we slide onto the backseat bench of my SUV.
“Finally, some peace and quiet,” Harley sighs. She presses her head to my chest and we drive to the office, which mercifully only takes five minutes. We enter the parking garage, and then we’re led to the private elevator to my office.
“Good morning, Mr. Hunter.”
“Good morning, Briggs.”
“Your nine o’clock called and needed to reschedule for this afternoon. Their flight was delayed and they’re just arriving in the city now.”
“That’s fine. We could use the break. Could you bring us some coffee, please?”
“Yes, boss. Mrs. Hunter, how would you like your coffee?”
“Cream and sugar, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaves us, and I pull my wife in for a kiss before stepping back and taking off my coat.
“Please take off your coat and have a seat, my love.” I take her coat and hang it on the rack with mine. When I look at her outfit, my mouth falls open. She’s wearing a gray pencil skirt with a white dress shirt that only buttons to the top of her cleavage, leaving just enough to entice me. Her long hair lays over her shoulders, framing her chest, and I bite back a growl. How did I miss it this morning? “Wow, are you trying to get bent over my desk today?”
“Maybe. Is there anything I can help you with today, Mr. Hunter?”
The phone on my desk rings, stopping any thoughts of taking her on my desk. “Hold that thought.” I walk over and answer, “Hunter.”
“Hello, son.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I want you to fucking fix this mess you made, you little lying sack of shit,” she screeches on the phone.
“I didn’t do shit. Did you call the reporters the second we left the lobby and start this shitstorm?”
“I didn’t do a damn thing, and you know it. Why would I want them on me? I’ve kept this secret for your entire life.”
“Well, your career was in the tank, and you were looking for some spark.”
“I don’t need that kind of publicity.”
“It’s a feminist society. People love a woman willing to give up her child for her career, so suck it up and leave me the fuck alone. You can rot in hell or continue living in the lap of luxury for all I care. I’ve done well without your existence, so don’t contact me again.”
“I won’t be contacting you. My lawyers will be.”
“You can try, but you don’t have any grounds to sue me, but I sure can get you for emotional damage.” I end the call, slamming the receiver down for enjoyment.
Harley walks up to me and says, “She has a lot of nerve.”
“She’s talking out of her ass. There’s nothing she can sue for in the first place, so she can be mad all she likes. It was her big mouth and her lies that started all this.” She presses her hand to my chest, calming my racing heart.
There’s a rapid knock on the door. “Sir, your coffee.”
“Come in.” My assistant enters with a tray and sets it down with our cups.
“Thank you,” Harley says, giving him a smile, and jealousy instantly tears through me. I’m not sure why because there’s no reason for it. She’s been here on and off all last week. Her smile isn’t flirtatious, but I’m suddenly in need of my wife.
“Leave us,” I command. “Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day. As a matter of fact, cancel them for the rest of the week. I’m taking my wife on a proper honeymoon.” I grab her hand and snatch our coats off the rack before rushing her out toward the elevators.
“What has gotten into you?”
“Harley, I love you and we married this past weekend, but I didn’t take you anywhere special. I didn’t show you what you mean to me. Hell, we’re living out of suitcases in a hotel when we should be living in a home, but we don’t have one yet. If we’re going to do that, we might as well do it somewhere fabulous.”
“I don’t need anything special but you, Dylan.”
“Thanks, babe, but that doesn’t change my mind. Let’s get going. I want to take you somewhere. Anywhere.”
“How about a quick trip to the Bahamas?”
“We can make that happen.” I kiss her lips and lead her back into my office where I get on my phone and make all the necessary arrangements. Within two hours, I lead us out to the waiting vehicle. Luckily the press aren’t expecting us to leave at this time, and we sneak away without garnering their attention.
I check the news streams for our names and find that the stories are still going strong. Several new ones have been made up, and it’s clear Veronica has taken the lead on them, changing the narrative or at least telling her side of the story. Maybe she’s trying to at least not look so terrible. Fuck, the shrew could have just said she was hurt by her husband’s betrayal and gave up the child in a moment of despair, heartache, and rage, lying about her past to keep it where it should have stayed hidden. People would have understood that she was heartbroken with a lying, cheating husband, but the fact that she made herself out to be a rape victim is another story.
She made me the product of a crime, my father more than a philanderer—he was a monster. I believed I was part monster. Dangerous to women, sick and twisted by blood. I spent my entire life worried for nothing. Her image is tarnished because she made light of what so many women have suffered over the years.
Four hours later, we land in Nassau and I get an alert from my assistant with a message. You’re going to want to see this.
I clicked on the video, and it’s a press conference that my birth giver is holding. She has tears in her eyes that almost seem sincere, but I know the coldblooded woman behind the crocodile tears, so I don’t buy the Oscar-worthy performance she’s putting on.
I’d like to apologize to everyone who has followed my career and my life over the past several decades. It’s with a heavy heart that I have to admit that I’ve kept a shameful secret. A lie that I told to hide a painful, heartbreaking past.
When I was a young girl, I married my high school sweetheart, James Rhoades. We were in love, or so I thought. It was our one-year anniversary when I found out he was having an affair, and I was almost eight months pregnant. He’d gotten into an accident and died with his lover, sending me into early labor. I was distraught, and in a fit of panic and pain, I lied to the nurses and doctors. I told them that I had been raped and that I couldn’t keep the baby. They would take the baby from me and put it up for adoption, and so I left the hospital and told my husband’s family that the baby died due to my grief-stricken state.
It was wrong and I know it, but at the time, my mind wasn’t in the right state. It took a long time to see the right path, but then it was too late. My son had been given away, and I couldn’t just take him back. The choices I made, I had to live with. I never thought in a million years that they would tell him the story I made up, but they did. For that, I’m truly sorry.
She pauses and sobs at the perfect moment, drawing sympathy from the reporters, but I know it’s fake. We encountered each other three times in the past, and not once did she try to reunite. Not one time did she ask me about my parents or anything. There is information about my past in the record, so she would have learned something. She clearly saw the resemblance and always took off running.
I turn off the video because I’ve seen enough.
“Dylan.” Harley lays her hand on my chest. “I’m sorry about her.”
“Don’t be. I’m fine, Harley. I refuse to be bothered by her nonsense.”
“Please stop lying to me, Mr. Hunter.” She jabs my breastbone while staring at me.
“I’m not lying, Harley. I’d rather spend our vacation with you naked in our bed or swimming with your sexy body beside me than even think about that lying hag.”
“Well, then, let’s change into our swimwear so you can strip me out of it soon.”
“Then you better hurry, wife,” I growl and then reach for her ass, but she moves quickly, running away from me while giggling. I give chase, pouncing on her and sweeping her up into my arms. “Wife, I don’t think we’re going to make it to the water today.”
“As long as you get me naked, I’ll be happy.”
“That’s something I most certainly can do.” We stay naked for our entire vacation.
Epilogue
Harley
“Good morning, Mr. Hunter. You have an appointment at noon with…” He rounds his desk in a flash, scowl on his face. He passes me up and moves straight to his office door, locking it.
“Harley, what have I told you time and time again?”
“Um…but I’m serving as your temporary assistant.” He’s on me, his large, strong frame crowding my slightly smaller one. “Dylan.”
“Oh, now you remember.”
“When you’re this close…it’s hard to forget.”
“Wife, turn around.”
“Why?” I ask, knowing exactly what is coming.
“Because I said so.” He spins me around when I don’t move fast enough. My hands grip the back of the chair in front of his desk, tilting my ass slightly upward. “Damn, it’s like you’re begging to be punished. I might not let Briggs come back from vacation.”
“You’d never get any work done, Mr. Hunter.” His hand comes down on my ass with a cracking sound and my cheek vibrating. I let out a yelp, followed by a moan as the pain shifts to pleasure. Shit, I am so turned on. It’s only ten and I’ve made four trips to his office, each one teasing him a little more. Each one becoming bolder.
The first time, I lost my blazer, leaving just my white dress shirt, then the next time, I undid the first two buttons. Before I came in again, I tied my hair in a ponytail high up and slid on my reading glasses. Now, he’s finding out what I took off this time.
“No fucking panties, Harley.”
I turn my head and stare at my husband, letting my tongue peek out of my parted lips and answer, “Nope.”
“Such a bad assistant.” He pops my ass cheek again before dropping to his knees, diving face first into my ass and pushing his tongue into my pussy. I gasp and push back, moaning and begging for more. He slaps my flesh again, causing me to shiver. “Take what you’re given, bad girl.”
“Fuck, Dylan.”
“No, it’s Mr. Hunter to you, you naughty little assistant.” Fuck, my pussy loves that so much more.
“Yes, sir.” He plunges one finger into my hole, drenching it, and I mewl, dropping my head over the chair, fighting to hang on. “Oh my goodness.” He pumps in and out, harder and faster, drenching his face with my wetness.
“Come for me, my pretty little assistant.”
“I’m coming,” I shout, thighs shaking violently. Dylan pulls my core down harder on his face, using it like a fucking napkin.
“I need you every second, every moment of every day, Harley.” He stands up as I catch my breath, sweat beading down my forehead. The sound of his belt buckle sends a jolt of excitement through me. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
He leans over my back, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear and says, “I am.” The smooth head of his cock glides along my wet slit, teasing my entrance. “I should just fuck that pretty little mouth first, but I need to be inside this tight hole and can’t wait.” He slams deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re still so damn tiny,” he grunts.
My husband places one hand over mine, and I see our wedding bands touching as he rails me from behind. “Take me, Mr. Hunter.”
“Such a bad assistant.” His fingers tease my breasts, pinching my nipples through my shirt while the other hand has our fingers locked together.
I tilt my head and stare into his darkened eyes. “Yes, but you can’t do without me.” His hips move in time with mine, and we rock in rhythm until we’re on the verge of coming.
“I suppose I’ll just have to find a way to keep you.” He bites my ear and then down to my throat, marking my neck. “I know just the thing.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes,” I moan as he strums my pussy, bringing me to the edge again. I’m so close.
“How?”
“I’m going to put my baby in you,” he answers. He rubs my clit and I cry out, coming on his cock. “Fuck, just like that.” He unleashes his orgasm, filling me with his release, a wave of seed coating my walls.
I lean back on his broad chest. “Well, boss. You already did the job. I’m pregnant.”
He pulls out of me, turns me around, and stares at me with wide eyes and his handsome mouth slack jawed. “What?”
“Like I said, handsome. You’re going to be a daddy.” He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me fast and hard.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He starts to walk toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to shout it to the world.”
“Um, you might want to tuck yourself back in and wash up.”
He looks down at his still semi-hard cock. “Oh shit.” I’ve seen my husband disheveled and a mess before, but his staff hasn’t. He’d always been crazy respectable until I came around.
“Yes,” I giggle, pressing my hand to my mouth.
He kisses me and rushes into his private bathroom. He sticks his head out of the doorway and asks, “Are you coming?”
“In a minute.” I want to clean up the area just in case we made too much of a mess. Although most of the staff are men around here, the cleaning crew that come in at night are a mix of men and women. He might think he’s the only jealous one in this marriage, but he doesn’t know that I’m nearly as possessive as he is.
I look for any of his leftovers and wipe any with cleaning products that are stored in the supply cabinet. This isn’t our first sex-capade in his office, so I make sure we have things in here, even if it’s just disinfectant wipes.
