Alpha’s Baby(49)

Oh, shit. Dad’s getting into porn.

I got it, I guess. Evelyn was still pretty well put together for a woman her age, but I’d heard that a lot of men still had urges beyond what their wives would be cool with. Still, whacking it in your office? Not cool, Dad, not cool at all.

Still, I didn’t know what sort of arrangements he and Evelyn had on that side of their lives, and I didn’t want to know. I was just glad I didn’t have to look forward to walking in on Dad with his cock in hand and Dirty Anal Debutantes on his laptop or something.

Speaking of jacking off, I spent a lot of my new spare time doing just that and thinking about Bella. Because I had warned her that we had to be careful while in the house with our parents, I wanted to set an example for abstinence. Jacking off while imagining her lips around my dick allowed me to do that, kind of. And Bella knew about it. She’d approached me with a raised eyebrow and a wastebasket full of gummy tissues one day. “For me?”

“Because of you,” I whispered low enough so that nobody could hear. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, blushing. “I’m doing the same.”

Trust me, it was better for us both for us to relieve tension that way instead of fucking every chance we got. It was far less risky and it allowed me to control my raging hormones so that I could think clearly. And Bella was cool with it too.

Even still, it was difficult. All I could ever think about was how she sucked me off in the pool. Whenever I thought about it, I got an instant hard-on.

One day, I would pay Bella back for all the torment she had put me through with her naughty antics.



I was helping Dad move a new chair into his office one evening when another warning arrived. Evelyn was gone from the house and Bella was off doing some chore her mom had for her.

My dad hadn’t stopped pampering Evelyn with the dinner the night the theater was completed. He had continued to splurge on Evelyn, giving her vouchers to massage parlors and beauty spas.

Evelyn, it seemed, was enjoying every minute of it.

I grunted as we set down the new leather chair exactly where my father wanted it.

“Thanks, Stefan,” my dad huffed, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Don’t know how I'd have done it without you.”

“Pay the movers,” I supplied jokingly.

My dad chuckled. “Yep, you’re right. Good thing you came back from school, huh?”

If my dad only knew the real reason.

“I guess.”

“You don’t sound too enthused.” My dad walked over to his desk and sat down. Then he glanced around as if looking for something. “Hey Stefan, why don’t you go check and see if the mail came today? Usually, one of you three has a stack on my desk right about now.”

A shock went through me. I had forgotten all about checking the mail before work today.

“Sure thing, Dad,” I said quickly. I walked out of his office and made my way through the house. Once outside, I broke into a sprint to the mailbox. I snatched it open and breathed a sigh of relief.

The mail was still inside.

I took it out and then froze when I saw it—a package just like the one that had contained the sex tape. I wanted to throw it away, but I knew I had to see what was in it.

My heart pumping, I stuck the other stack of mail in the crook of my arm and ripped open the package. The only thing that was inside was a folded piece of paper.

The message read:

TIME IS RUNNING OUT FOR YOU BOTH.

Rage ran through me as I stared at the words. It pissed me off because I felt so helpless about the situation. The entire time, I said I would protect Bella, but how could I protect her against a faceless enemy?

On top of that, what the blackmailer wanted us to do was a paradox. If Bella and I told everyone the truth, it was almost like everyone seeing our sex video anyway.

So what was the point?

After staring at the letter long enough, I folded it up and stuffed it into my pocket. I walked back in the house and delivered my father’s stack of mail onto his desk.

“Are you all right, Son?” my dad asked, gazing at me with concern. “You look a little pale.”

“I think I’m a little tired,” I replied. “Been up all night.”

“Get some rest, Son. You’ve worked hard enough and deserve it. Matter of fact, I’ll let you take the entire next week off.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said. “I owe you one.”

I left his office and headed up to my room. My immediate impulse was to tell Bella about the new note, but I figured she didn't need any more stress.

No, if I wanted the threats and letters to stop, I had to do something. I had to go to the source.

I quickly changed into dark sweats and a dark hoodie and then left the house.