Suddenly, my boss snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Alana," he barked. "Get with it! What's wrong with you? Do I need to have a talk with you?" His eyes trailed lasciviously over my cleavage, and I knew he was going to try and make a move as soon as the event was over.
"Sorry Charles," I mumbled, the spell broken. I quickly refilled my tray with drinks and circulated once again. I snuck a glance at the stranger and saw that he'd paused in his tracks, frowning. He'd seen how disrespectful my boss was, the way Charles's eyes lingered on my ass, how he was rude to me in front of guests. I blushed, wishing I could sink into the floor.
The stranger halted in his tracks, and turned to speak with a distinguished looking older gentleman. I saw them both glance at Charles, and then the white-haired man nodded. Oh shit. It didn't look like anything good was going to come out of this. I busied myself serving drinks again.
Suddenly, the dark-haired man walked over to me and seized my wrist.
"Come on, we're going," he snarled.
"What?" I gasped, my cheeks flushing.
"Let's get out of here," he repeated, his grasp on my wrist like a vise. Because I didn't want to make a scene in a public place, I put down my tray of drinks and followed obediently, trying not to show my nervousness. Surely the crowd noticed a dark, handsome man dragging a young woman across a crowded room!
But he didn't care. He steered me into a darkened entryway and pulled us behind the cover of a particularly large pillar. He looked me over, his eyes lingering over my curves, going up, down and then back up again over my body.
"So," he breathed against the skin of my neck. "What's the drink special tonight?"
CHAPTER THREE
Luke
I could tell that she still hadn't seen me, she was so engrossed in the baby. Alana looked happier than I'd ever seen her. Well, maybe except when I was fucking her. My male ego liked to think that she was most satisfied when her body was impaled on mine, but I knew the happiness she had now was a different kind.
She was dressed in threadbare clothes, but her natural beauty gleamed like a star. Her lips were pink and delicious, pursed as she continued blowing kisses to the baby. I could see a little hand tugging on a long strand of blonde hair as gurgles and cries of "Mama!" reached my ear.
I advanced, waiting for the blonde to notice. When my shadow fell across the stroller, she finally turned her head, shading her eyes to see who was blocking the light. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she panicked, immediately pulling the baby out of his seat and cradling him tightly in her arms.
What the fuck? I was a spurned man, but I was hardly a child molester. There was no reason to think I was going to make off with her child.
But the baby turned suddenly, his hat falling off of his head, and I saw the features of … a child who was unmistakably mine. The boy had the same raven hair as me, the same grey eyes, except his were innocent and wide, while mine were filled with shock and anger.
The blood rushed through my body, pounding like a drumbeat in my head. Fists formed and I could hardly keep myself from slapping the bitch. Only the baby in her arms stopped me from physically harming the fucking whore. Alana had had my baby in secret, and kept him from me for the first year of his life! The fucking bitch had been pregnant when she'd left me and chosen to raise the baby on her own. It hadn't been easy, judging by the used clothes both she and the baby wore. I was gratified though, to see that my baby looked healthy and well-fed. He had pink cheeks and even now smiled at me, his chubby fist stuck in his mouth.
"What the fuck … ?" I growled. "You have some explaining to do."
"Luke," she gasped. "I didn't know you lived in this building complex."
"I just moved," I replied. "I wanted to get rid of that apartment that was our fuck-palace, do you remember?"
Her cheeks colored. For the time we'd been together, "fuck-palace" was an accurate description of my old apartment. It was large, sumptuous, and we'd probably spent 80% of the time in my bed, my cock buried deep in her delicious body, teaching the virgin all about love and lust. And she'd been an outstanding student, her nubile body responding naturally and immediately to me, her breasts and pussy coaxed to full womanhood.
Alana grasped the baby even closer to her, but I wasn't about to be deterred. I reached over and put my hands under the baby's armpits.
"Let go," I commanded.
"No, Georgie's scared of strangers, he doesn't do well with people he doesn't know," she rushed.
"And whose fault is that?" I growled. It enraged me to realize that I was a stranger to my own child. I wouldn't let go of him and he started to squirm, sensing the animosity between me and his mom. He squealed slightly, his face scrunching up. Trying to prevent a tantrum, Alana let go and let me hold my son for the first time.
Embracing him was like coming home, the child trusting and surprisingly heavy in my arms. Georgie wasn't scared of me at all. Instead, it was I who was scared of him. As I looked into his eyes, my heart plummeted off a cliff and I knew I was a goner. He smiled toothlessly at me, and I could literally feel my heart go pitter-pat as the baby gurgled with joy.
I held him close, careful not to squash the child in my arms. He was my flesh and blood, undeniable evidence of mine and Alana's lust … if not love.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alana
My baby looked so happy in his father's arms. There was no denying Luke's paternity. They had the same dark hair and grey eyes, with long black lashes, except Luke's were spiked and angry-looking, whereas my baby's lashes were long and soft, fluttering over his chubby cheeks.
Luke turned to me with thunder in his eyes.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" he spat, his eyes shooting lightning.
I stayed mute. There was no right answer, and I looked down at my hands.
"Answer me!" he raged, holding Georgie tighter. The baby started to wail, distressed at the bad vibes surrounding him. I instinctively reached for him, and this time Luke let me take him in my arms, cradling my sobbing baby boy.
"Don't worry sweetheart, Mommy's going to take care of you," I soothed.
"The hell you are!" spat Luke. "I don't care what rich boyfriend or husband you have, but this child is mine and I'm going to raise him," he growled.
Luke didn't know that I had no one … it was just me and Georgie in the world.
"I don't care if you're the mistress of a fucking czar, you're fucking relinquishing custody of my child immediately," he raged on the playground.
"Luke, please," I pleaded. He was a rich man, and I knew I didn't have the resources to fight him in court. "Remember how it once was between us … ." My voice trailed off.
He glared at me, his brows drawn as if remembering. Our time together had been so sweet, so arousing, the one and only time I'd fallen in love in my short twenty-two years. And the way he was looking at me now, all dark clouds and thunder, reminded me of the virile, stormy, passionate man I'd fallen for … and was still head over heels in love with.
CHAPTER FIVE
Luke
Goddamn her! Of course, she had to remind me of our past, as if I'd ever forgotten the sweet, innocent blonde who'd trustingly given herself to me. After dragging her into the darkened hallway of that cursed reception hall, I'd taken her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe, nubile body.
Possessively, my hands ran over her curves, not even bothering to introduce myself. I nibbled her neck, holding off from taking her lips. Her flesh was sweet, her aroma enticing, like wildflowers on a spring day.
She'd moaned in my arms, arching her back and pushing her breasts deep into my chest. Her jugs pressed maddeningly against my pecs, and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. Without hesitation, I reached through her vee neck blouse and pushed her bra down, baring a pink nub for my delight. I descended on her breast, suckling hungrily, rolling the nipple with my tongue like a piece of candy. She was delicious, 100% womanflesh.
She moaned quietly in my arms, trembling delicately. My little wildflower was innocent and new, pure and sweet as springtime.
Horny that I was, I needed to get into her asap. I drew her deeper into the shadows of the reception hall before tearing at her blouse, buttons clattering onto the floor. Her mounds were creamy and large, overflowing the lacy demi-bra. With a moan, I pushed the cups down and the jugs sprang out, begging for my tongue. Never one to resist temptation, I took as much breast flesh into my mouth as possible, suckling the ripe, creamy mounds. I rolled my face in her tits, losing myself in the sensation of being engulfed in woman.