Double Dare(265)

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.”

But Cleo was just tired now.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Drake,” she said. “You slept with Marie, you got her pregnant, it’s that simple.”

“No, listen to me,” I said forcefully. “I never had sex with Marie. I never put my penis in her pussy. That’s how I knew that everything Lorena said was lies.”

At this, Cleo flushed again.

“Well, even if you never had sex with Marie, what happened with the baby?” she asked slowly. “There was still a zygote from your sperm. Where is your son or daughter now?”

“That’s the thing,” I said slowly, “I don’t have a son or daughter. Marie was pregnant, sure, but it’s some other dude’s kid. Honey,” I said taking a deep breath. “I had a vasectomy ages ago. It’s something that I did when I was young, there were so many women out to get me, to catch me in their web. I fucking hated it, all these bitches wanting to be my baby mama, get a nice payout for life, so I had a vasectomy,” I concluded simply.

And here, Cleo drew in a deep breath.

“I’m confused,” she said slowly. “Whose baby was Marie pregnant with then?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Who knows?” I asked. “Lorena was a fucking manipulator. She figured that if I had sex with Marie, I wouldn’t even question the pregnancy until it was too late.”