Bastard Boss(12)

Pulling out of her pussy, he slid back inside, thrusting hard.

"When I get you home tonight, I want you on your knees, ready to take my  dick." He pounded inside her, getting her more aroused about what he  had planned for when they got home. "When you've taken my cum in your  mouth, and I've seen it there before you swallow it down, I'm going to  lick your pussy, get you ready for another wave of cum."

She met his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her  hard, taking what he wanted. He paused in his thrusts, reaching between  them to flick her clit.

Xavier wasn't about to find his release before she did. She was going to come, come hard, and he was going to enjoy it.

"You like this, don't you? The risks, the chance of getting caught. I  don't care if someone walks in. I hope it's a guy. That way they will  know that you belong to me, and no one has a chance with you. Your body  is mine."

You want her heart.

Xavier gritted his teeth, trying to cut off the yearning that had started from the first moment he thrust inside her.

Anya came, spilling her cream all over his cock. When the orgasm started  to subside, he thrust inside her, going deep, claiming her as his own.

He pressed his face into her neck to stop himself from crying out. The  pleasure of her body made it even harder for him to leave her alone. She  was fucking heaven.

Spilling his cum inside her, he pressed a final kiss to her lips.

This wasn't going to end with one child, or even with two. Anya had  always been a dream to him, a pleasure that he never thought he'd find  in a woman.

"Becky is gone," he said. "Every single woman that came before means nothing to me. All there is, is you."


Chapter Seven



"Please tell me he's a meat eater?" her mother, Emma, asked.

"Yes, Xavier likes meat." Anya sat outside of the office building,  eating a sandwich. Xavier was on a very important conference call. She  made sure he had some lunch, and decided to eat hers outside on one of  the walls, watching the hustle and bustle of the city life go by.

"Good, good. I have no problem with people being vegetarian, or whatever  they want to call it. Just not for me. A meal is not a meal without  some meat."

"There are a lot of people who will disagree. I like vegetarian food. You should make the lasagna. Amazing."

She heard her mother's scoff. "Can you imagine me feeding Harold a vegetarian lasagna?"

"Nope. Dad wouldn't talk to you for weeks."

"Now that you say that, I may just make it for him."

Anya started laughing. Her mother and father loved each other very much. "How much does he know of  …  my arrangement?"

"He knows everything, sweetie. You know I don't keep things like that from your father."

Anya groaned. "That's not good."

"I don't lie to my husband. I love your father very much. How does this whole thing work for you?"

"We're trying for a baby. We're going to make it work together."

"Do you like him?"

"Most of the time. He's not a bad guy. Yeah, he has his moments of being an asshole, but don't all guys?"

"Your father's annoyed that we didn't get invited to your wedding."

"No one did. It was done in a courtroom. Documents sealed, nothing  fancy." There was no elaborate dress. They had both been dressed for  work. It had been an office day. In the morning she went in as Anya  Miller, PA. When she returned she was Anya Leigh, PA. Strange even to  her.

"We wanted fancy for you."

"I'm not the kind of person to appreciate it."

"Okay, well, how about him making you happy? Does he make you happy?"

"Yes, he does." She wasn't going to go into detail of the ways that  Xavier made her happy. Spending so much time with him over the past  week, she'd started to see the little things. It wasn't just about the  boys he helped in foster care. He loved them, and his cause, making sure  he did everything for them. Late one night, he'd been making love to  her when his cell phone rang. It hadn't been his work phone. He owned a  special cell for emergencies only. After he finished making love to her,  they had gone in search of a boy who hadn't come home.

They'd found the kid alone at a park, crying. Her heart had broken for  the little boy who had found out that his mother had moved on, and  wasn't coming back for him.   





 

"He's a good man, most of the time." She told her mother about the incident with the boys, and her mother fell in love with him.

"How can this man be considered a bastard?" Emma asked.

"He's not very nice to previous girlfriends, and he tends to cause a few problems."

"Pfft, he sounds like my kind of man. So, do you think you could be pregnant?"

"There's a chance. A slim chance I might be."

"I can't wait. We're so excited about being grandparents."

Anya smiled. She loved making her parents happy and proud.

"We'll see you this weekend. We have the charity event on Saturday. It's  a major thing here for foster kids. Then we'll be driving to your  place."

"How about Harold and I come and see him? I'd love to see him in something interesting."

"I'll ask him, and I'll call you back." She wasn't sure if Xavier would  want to meet her parents while also completing tasks to raise money.

"Call me back. I'll be doing my pot roast, or if it's warm enough, I'll get your father to grill."

"Don't let him burn anything, Mom. You know how he can get with that thing."

"Totally agree."

She said goodbye to her mother, and hung up.

Making her way up to her floor, she saw Xavier was still in his office,  and made her way toward the coffee room to refresh hers. If he needed  anything he'd call her. Martha was standing at the machine, and the  receptionist smiled at her. "Thank you so much. I can come and get my  own coffee now without being stopped."

"I'm glad."

She grabbed a cup, and started to fill it with cream and sugar. Sensing  Martha lingering, she turned to look at the other woman. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Not really. I just, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure."

"Are you dating the boss?"

Those words made Anya freeze. "I'm sorry?"

"I know. It's so embarrassing asking you that. There's been a few rumors  going around about the two of you leaving together, and some not very  nice things have been said. They believe you're the reason he's broken  it off with Becky."

"That's a lie. I'm not responsible for him."

"So nothing is happening?"

Anya didn't like lying at all. This was harder than she thought it would  be. "Don't believe everything you hear." Quickly making her escape, she  got to her desk, and just got stuck to work.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Xavier came out of his office, and rested against her desk.

"Success, we have the Brian account."

"He caved?"

"It would seem the old man doesn't like the thought of working for  companies that simply break them down, and change them. He likes  companies that thrive, and are willing to invest to produce the best for  their clients."

"Congratulations." The urge to hug him was strong. She stopped herself, and simply smiled at him.

"No hug?"

"Not here. Rumors have started to stir up again." She looked around to  see if anyone was staring. Fortunately, no one was. She let out a sigh.

"You're my wife."

"I know. It's just  …  you didn't have to deal with this last time. I did.  I found it really hard, and right now I don't want to start it up  again."

"You really need to learn to trust me. I wouldn't let anyone talk shit about you."

She sighed. "Can we not talk about this here?"

"Fine!"

She watched as he stormed back into his office. Feeling like a total  bitch, which she was, she got to her feet and rushed inside. "I'm  sorry," she said.

"Close the fucking door."

Anya quickly closed the door, wishing she hadn't upset him. She wasn't afraid of him, far from it.

"Look, I know we're a little bit unconventional here. I get that. I know  it's a struggle. We're married, and I don't want to spend the rest of  our lives hiding this. I won't."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me how to get you to fucking accept this, Anya. Do you want to be my wife?" he asked.

Her heart started to race. "It's not like I can just stop being it."

"That's not what I asked. We can divorce. It's simple. I don't want to divorce. I'll do it for you."

"I don't want a divorce."

"Then I want you to head down to human resources with me right now, and let them know that your name has changed."   





 

Biting her lip, she nodded. "Okay."

He moved toward her, taking hold of her hand, and locking their fingers together. "It's going to be okay."

"Wait, erm, my parents. They wanted to know if they can stop by on  Saturday. Get to know you at the charity event where you help raise  money?"