Anonymous Encounters(60)

     



 

But I wasn't about to go to Starbucks just to be ogled by passing riffraff.

Instead, I pushed her into my waiting car at the sidewalk, scooping that curvy figure into the backseat of the limo.

"Wait!" she gasped. "There's a Peet's around the corner, we don't need to drive, I can walk."

But it was too late because I was already in the backseat with her,  directing the driver to head to my condo. "Home," I growled before  raising the partition between us.

And it was then that I turned to look at the redhead. She was gorgeous,  even curvier than I remembered. The years apart had allowed her to fill  out into a woman and what had previously been Double Ds were even bigger  now, those creamy, luscious curves practically falling out of her the  vee of her dress. And her legs  …  oh god, those legs. They were revealed  through a high slit in her dress, smooth, long, with the meaty thighs  that I liked, the kind that you can bite into. In fact, the slit went so  far up that her snatch was practically bared, which only made my cock  punch out harder.

"Baby, we've got a lot to discuss," I said smoothly, my expression giving nothing away despite my body's heated reaction to her.

"But why are we here?" she gasped, trying to arrange her dress to cover  her legs, the miles of smooth flesh. I found it funny, kind of. After  all, you could find her in her birthday suit on her website, in  countless vids and pics, all available at the click of a mouse. But I  guess real-life is different for everyone, even strippers. They don't  want to be on display if they don't have to be.

So it was endearing to watch her scramble, pulling the glittery fabric  over her knees. Except that there wasn't enough material, so she just  held what she could in place, crossing her legs to cover as much as  possible.

"Honey, don't you think it's too late for that?" my eyebrows arched. I didn't mean to be cruel, just realistic.

And that really set her off.

"You have no idea," she spat, a beautiful flush crawling over her chest. "You have no idea!"

What was the redhead talking about? She'd left a life with me, a life in  the lap of luxury, to dance at a seedy joint. Suddenly, I was pissed  too. What the fuck?

"You better get a grip girlie," I warned, my expression grim. "Because you've had more than enough chances."

"More than enough chances!" she shrieked. "What are you talking about?  About the time that you booted me out of your house, too cowardly to  tell me about your other woman?"

Okay, at least we were on the same page. Neither of us was interested in  discussing Hustler, we were interested in re-hashing the past.

"What other woman?" I growled. "And I never kicked you out of the house  …  you left."

That made her pause for an instant.

"Don't pretend," she said tightly. "I know all about her. About Marie."

"What about Marie?" I said, my expression frozen, willing myself to give  nothing away. There was a lot of history surrounding the dog-walker,  but I wanted to figure out what Cleo knew first to minimize any damage.

"She's the mother of your child," said Cleo scornfully. "What, you won't even acknowledge that?"

Now I knew things were really off course.

"Cleo," I said slowly. "It's true Marie was pregnant, but it's not what you think."

But upon hearing those words, the redhead had flushed again, her  expression so hurt, so pained, that I had to continue immediately, I  couldn't stand putting her through this. Best to yank off the band-aid  in one fell swoop.

"Marie was pregnant with a child which she thought was mine," I said slowly, "but I never fucked her."

"Drake," said Cleo woodenly, looking out the window, unwilling to meet  my eyes. "You don't have to lie to me. I know how babies are made. You  don't have to make up some crazy story."

And it was then that I seized her shoulders, gripping the narrow frame,  forcing her to look at me, my eyes flashing. I had to make her  understand.

"Lorena's lies have messed shit up so bad that it's impossible to  disentangle," I growled, "but I'm going to try. I have to try."         

     



 

"Baby," I said slowly, "you know your mother was insecure right? That  she was getting older, starting to sag, that she was worried I was going  to divorce her and kick her out, right?"

But Cleo wouldn't even acknowledge me, instead staring out the window,  her expression frozen. But I saw a single tear streak from the corner of  her eye, and that tear broke my heart, a great surge of emotion running  through my big frame. My girl hurt and I had to fix it asap.

"Cleo," I continued, more gently this time. "Lorena and I never had a  real marriage, you know that. Back then, I just needed easy twat and  Lorena was it. She never expected anything, never bothered me, so I  married her for convenience," I said. "But she started getting insecure  because her body was starting to go to shit, sagging, showing her age."

Cleo still wasn't looking at me, but I could tell she was listening,  biting her lip while staring out the window, that one tear still  streaming down her cheek.

I tried to explain some more.

"Lorena wanted my lifestyle," I said slowly, "and she was afraid that  I'd kick her to the curb, divorce her once she started getting old. So  she turned to all sorts of shenanigans to keep me hooked."

That got the redhead's attention finally. She turned to me with a hurt expression on her face.

"She pushed me towards you, did you know that?" she said softly. "Her  own daughter, she offered me in her place, as a replacement for her. Did  you know that?"

And I nodded slowly.

"I'm so sorry honey, it's some fucked up shit," I said from the heart.  What had happened to Cleo wasn't fair, not by a long shot. No one  deserved Lorena as a mom. "I didn't know at first, but I figured it out  after a while and when I did, I wanted to stop but you were so  beautiful, so tempting, and we'd already started the sex  … " I rumbled,  pausing, unsure.

Cleo flushed, biting her lip again. I have to admit, the word "sex"  aroused me too, my john instantly coming alert, the blood beginning to  pulse in my groin. But there was too much to say, and I commanded my  body to behave for the time being.

"But if we were sleeping together then Lorena had succeeded, she had a  golden ticket already," said Cleo slowly. "Why would she try to break us  up?"

And here, I took a deep breath.

"Because I was falling in love with you baby," I said gently. "If I fell  in love with you, who knows what would happen next? I'd want to marry  you, have babies with you, which meant I'd definitely divorce her, kick  her to the curb."

And here, Cleo's eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened but before we could get into the heavy stuff, I interrupted again.

"Baby, let me finish," I said. "When Lorena realized that her plan with  you had backfired, she hatched another, even more diabolical plan. She  wanted a baby with me, just for the money. Because even if I divorced  her, I'd probably still have to pay a shit ton of cash just in child  support."

Cleo looked confused at this point.

"But how were you going to conceive?" she asked, shaking her head.  "Lorena knew you had no interest in her body anymore, there was no way  to make a baby," she finished.

And this was the most twisted part.

"Through Marie," I said slowly, "that stupid dog-walker. She convinced Marie to be her surrogate."

Cleo gasped.

"What? How?" she asked. "Being a surrogate is no joke, and where would she get the sperm, anyways?"

Here was the despicable part, the part that made my voice curdle with rage again.

"Your mother," I said, my voice choking at how amoral the slut was,  "saved my sperm from years ago, froze it, and asked the clinic to create  a zygote from my sperm and her egg. She had the zygote implanted in  Marie's uterus."

But Cleo was incredulous.

"She saved your sperm?" she asked, gasping. "How did Lorena do that?"

I shook my head, still stunned by the woman's sheer tenacity.

"From used condoms," I said simply. "There were a couple times after I  fucked her when I'd find used condoms lying around, still filled with my  jism. Your mom didn't throw them away on purpose. She was saving my  sperm so that she could get a zygote made."         

     



 

Cleo gaped at me before her face shuttered, turning away.

"I don't believe it," she said stiffly. "This is so complicated that  it's unreal. Maybe Marie got pregnant from the sex you were having, like  normal people," she said bitterly, not looking at me still.

But this was where Lorena's plans had gone off the rails.

"No Cleo," I said forcefully, putting a big finger under her chin to get  her to look into my eyes. "I knew the child wasn't mine. I knew they  were lying all along."