“What?” Cammy asked as she stared at him. He was looking into her eyes as she stared at him.
It was like a wildfire at the office, and she was relieved when Christine returned to work, and she could just go back to school. The rumors just kept going around about how much older he was than her and how gross it was that he was her stepfather. Cammy went to school the first day and could tell by the looks on her friend’s faces that they knew as well.
“I knew that you were up to something. You were fucking Brent the entire time, weren’t you?” Lisa asked as Cammy walked to her car that afternoon. “He’s gorgeous, but there’s so much wrong with that.”
“I love him, Lisa. I didn’t plan for this, but it happened, and I can’t change that.” Cammy looked at the disgust on her former best friend’s face and felt whatever ties they’d had breaking before her eyes. Chloe wasn’t too much more understanding about things, and Cammy knew that it was just going to be her and Brent from now on. Eventually, she made more friends that accepted the situation and settled into another life.
EPILOGUE
Cammy rested in the hospital bed as she watched her husband pace the room. “Brent, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” She panted with the new contraction as he stared at her and took her hand in his. “Jesus. This hurts.”
They’d been married for two years and decided to have a baby once they’d done some traveling and single couple activities. It was fun trying since they still practiced the same habits in the bedroom in the process. Cammy was thrilled even though there was a part of her that felt guilty for what she was doing. She was even more shocked when she realized that Brent had acted out her fantasies from her journal that he’d read and as she looked back, he’d nailed them all.
Love came in many forms and Brent was one of them. They were happy together, and he took good care of her like she knew her mama would want for her. The other one of their son and daughter that were born a few hours later at midnight screaming their way into the world. She wasn’t working with the pregnancy and Brent was still running his company and doing just fine.
She held Madeline and Brent sat down beside her with Than in his arms as they smiled at each other. “Hi, Daddy.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her for a long moment and then their babies. “You’re their Daddy. They’re going to adore you as much as I do.”
“I love you, Cammy.” Brent kissed her and looked at his daughter. “I’m so happy.”
THE END
TAKEN BY DADDY’S BOSS
Reginald
Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.
He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.
Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.
He heard the buzz of the intercom.
“Mr. Covington. Mr. Baker is here he needs a word.”
“Send him back Linda.”
He smiled widely as the tall door swung open, and Baker came in. Benjamin Baker had been one of the few loyal employees that Covington Enterprises still had. There from the very beginning he had helped make the place its first million. He stuck his hand out to welcome him in.
“Ben, how was the flight in? I hope it went well.” He arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing at the seat in front of the desk.
“It went well, actually very well.” He tossed a file on the desk. “Twenty-three percent more than your asking price.” Close in age Ben sat a head shorter than his boss, though they shared a camaraderie and respect between them.
Reginald nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. “I knew you were the right man to send.”
Ben tipped the glass Reginald had offered him as he replied. “Thank you boss.”
Reginald made an odd sound. “You’re as much a part of this company as me Ben. Really, thanks.”
Ben finished his drink, and then smiled as they walked towards the doors. Reginald patted his shoulder once more. Running a hand through his hair.
“You ok Covington? You seemed a little put out.”
“Yes, just trying to do the hiring now that Sheila is gone…” He trailed off, and Ben coughed lightly. He gave Reginald a reassuring pat on the back. As he was leaving, he spun to face him once more.
“You know Chelsea just moved back out this way, she may be a good fit.”
“Little Chelsea, I haven’t seen her since she was what 7, 8?” Reginald arched an eyebrow,
Ben laughed lightly. “She is far from little. She is 24 almost 25. Just think about it.” Ben smiled and said his farewells as he made his way down the long hall towards the elevators.
He slid back into his chair and went back to work doing his best to figure out what qualities made for the best assistant. He let his thoughts drift back to Sheila and he smiled once more. He would have to make an effort to check in on her soon. She wasn’t a bad woman; in fact, she was quite pleasant to be around. With her short black hair and striking features she was more than a little fun in the bedroom. She had surprised him in more ways than one with her wanton behavior and hidden talents.
Even now he could feel himself getting aroused thinking of her as she lay before him. He felt his cock throbbing and thought about jerking off on the bathroom. But that’s not what he needed. He wanted something soft, something warm….
Yes, he would have to get in touch with her and see if he could smooth over her broken heart. What she wanted was impossible, but what he could give her had been more than enough for her before. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way down the long hall and into the garage. He knew where she would be and in no time he found himself at her door.
Chelsea
She stood back looking at her reflection once more. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, fringed with dark lashes that enhanced them even more with the paleness of her skin. Her mass of auburn hair was flowing around her shoulders in soft curls and she shifted her focus to her outfit. Scrunching up her nose, she turned ever so slightly to look at the back of the dress, hoping she had managed to put everything where it belonged. The dress actually was flattering to her curvy figure, but she bit her lip as she concentrated on how she felt.
At 24 she had really been sheltered. What experiences she’d had had been limited to some heavy petting and toleration on her part with a few guys who ultimately had no interest in her anyway. Tonight she was going out with her girlfriend, and hopefully once and for all rid herself of her virginity.
Turning once last time she finally gave up. “It’s all I got.” She smoothed down the front, and marched out into the living room of her father’s house. She had been home a week now, and although she had been gone 14 years, it seemed like only yesterday she had played in the front room with Leslie, both having no idea what life had in store for them. It was also in that room when her parents had sat her down and told her they were getting a divorce.
Looking back now it made sense. They were both very different people. In some cases, that was a good thing, but in others it made for drift, and when someone wants to live life and is being held back it can be hard. Even now her mother was off in the Alps somewhere. She had wanted to see the world her entire life and she was finally doing just that. Her father, on the other hand, was content in the family home and working his daily job.
Initially she had gone with her mother, but in time she had grown tired of the loneliness when her mother was gone and gone away to school. It was there that she learned more about who she was and what boys were like. After that she had called her father, who had welcomed her back home. He continually pressed the issue that there was plenty of room for her, but she wanted to get her own place, and to make a name for herself.
Hearing the honk, she made her way outside.
“Bye Dad.” She slid into Leslie’s car and they pulled off just like old times.
“So what's the plan tonight.” Leslie methodically thumped her thumb on the steering wheel.
“I don’t know, I just want to do something crazy and live little. I don’t care just pick a bar or something.”
“You sure you want to give it away this way Chelsea, I mean it's kind of a big deal?”
“No at this point it’s just a thing that makes me different. Yes, I'm more than sure.”
They pulled into a bar, it was a smoke filled waterfront place, full of people who were more than likely regulars. The two of them settled into sets and did a quick glance around the room. The usual blend of people were present, most of which were already drunk. There was one guy in particular, dark haired and staring at Leslie, to which Chelsea nudged her.