Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(65)

"Mess? I don't see any mess," he says, going down on his knees in front of me. "You look fucking beautiful like this."

"I do, don't I?" I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to me,  his mouth going straight my tits. He wraps his lips around my cum-coated  nipples, and using his tongue, starts licking me eagerly. "I love you  so much," I say, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I feel his  tongue running all over my chest.

"I love you too," he tells me, his tongue sliding all the way up from my  neck to my chin. He goes further up, pressing his mouth against mine; I  slide my tongue inside his mouth and he sucks on it, taking every last  drop of cum inside of his own mouth.

I look at him with a wide smile, lips glistening from all of the semen.  He's smiling back at me, the kind of smile I know he saved for a woman  like me.

I rest my hand against his cheek and lean in for one final kiss. "What  do we do now?" I ask, not wanting to let the real world back in, but  knowing that I have to do it all the same. Stroking my hair, he simply  smiles.

"Don't worry. I have a plan."





53





Lance





When you love someone, and I mean really fucking love someone, there are  no limits to what you'll do for that person. And now that I love two  people-Jocelyn and my unborn child, my heart feels like it's ready to  explode. Back at the Plaza, where happiness flooded my entire body when I  learned I was going to be a father, I smiled and scooped Jocelyn into  my arms, spinning her across the room. I was fucking euphoric. One  minute, I thought I was losing the love of my life, getting ready to  pack my entire life into a suitcase with a one-way ticket to Europe-it  was like first being in a room where the walls are literally crumbling  all around you-and then the next moment, when I learned I was gaining it  all back and so much more, my entire emotional landscape was reversed. I  had never been fucking happier. I promised Jocelyn that I had a plan. I  wasn't lying, and now I'm ready to execute it.

I walk into my dad's house. I still have a spare key so there was no  need to knock. When I enter, I don't see or hear anyone, but I know he  has to be home. He's always home at this time. And when I called his  office, I was told he wasn't there. So I decide to walk to his  study-slowly, carefully-I don't know why I'm trying to be so quiet. Once  I walk down the hall toward his door, I see that sure enough, the light  is on. I hear him fishing a conversation on the phone and I wait until  he ends the call. I don't want to interrupt. I need his undivided  attention. Now's my chance. I take a deep breath, turn the knob, push  the door, and enter my father's study. The room is filled with swirls of  blue smoke, and I can see a cigar smoldering on his desk, smoke curling  around it's tip in lazy half circles. Since when did he pick up smoking  again? As a kid, I remember he'd smoke cigars in his study, sipping a  glass of scotch. His study was always off limits. That was his personal,  private zone and everyone knew better than to breach it. But I thought  the smoking ended years ago. He must be stressed. It was always a  nervous habit of his.

These days, it seems as if he's always here, networking and either  buried in email, or nose-deep in a self-help book. He's throwing  everything he's got into this campaign and he seems tired. The bags  under his eyes give it away. He looks up at me, momentarily annoyed that  I've broken his concentration.

"What is it?" he asks.

"I need to talk to you."

"Lance, can't this wait? I'm in the middle of an important project."

"What's new? You're always busy. The mockery of your entire campaign is  that family has never come first for you. Please tell me that irony  isn't lost on you?" I say.

"If you were planning on telling me how awful of a father I've been to  you over the course of your life, spare me the sob story."

"Look, this can't wait. It's urgent."

The word 'urgent' catches him by surprise. I now have his full  attention, so I take my hands out of my pockets and sit down, and I  steady my nerves and continue, "I have a confession."

"Go on," Michael says slowly.

"It's about Jocelyn …  and the baby."

I watch as Michael sits up in his chair, his body erect. The muscles  around his mouth are rigid. His eyes look like broken glass and are  hinting at violence, but I continue, "her-and I-we-" I'm stumbling,  trying to find the right combination of words.

"You can't be serious," he says, cutting me off.

"I love her."

"You don't know the first thing about love," he growls. "You've dipped  your dick into anything with two legs and tits. Who are you kidding?"

"You're one to talk-sitting in this house married to a woman you never  loved. What kind of marriage is that? It's one of the greatest charades  I've ever seen."

"You have no idea the sacrifices I've had to make. Not just for me. For this city. And for you."

I understand more than you think, and Jocelyn's pregnancy-well, that  baby is mine, and I plan on being more of a father than you've ever  been."

Michael slams his fist down on his desk, flashing his teeth at me. "You  ungrateful little prick! I invite you into my house; I feed you, I give  you a place to live, I give you work, I introduce you to my network-some  of the most influential people in the world-even after you nearly cause  WW III with the president's daughter, and this is the thanks I get? You  have some real nerve."         

     



 

"I didn't mean for any of this happen. I swear it on my mother's grave."

"Ha! You should watch what you say. Do you take me for a fool Lance?"

"No, I don't. You're too manipulative for a fool. Even I know that. Let's face it, we're all pawns in your master plans."

"You're all too stupid to even be pawns," he snarls at me. I can't  believe there are times when I alternate between thinking of him as Dad  instead of just Michael. "You're all a weight on my feet, dragging me  down."

"You're the only weight on yourself, Dad," I say, raising my voice. My  blood is pumping. "Maybe if you were more open and honest people would  help you more."

Michael bows his head and rubs his hands against his temples. His body  language changes, and he seems resigned. "It's a tough pill to swallow  when the world isn't willing to accept you-perhaps can't accept you, or  isn't ready to. Do you think it's easy to live a lie? To wake up every  day and don a series of masks? No, of course you don't. You've never had  an ounce of real responsibility and sacrifice in your life. You don't  know the meaning of it."

"I do now," I say, and when it comes out of my mouth, I mean it. "I have a family to take care of."

"I may not have been in love with Jocelyn, but I was good to her. I hope  you understand that. I tried. I really did, but then I met Kenneth, and  with him, I slowly felt my masks come off."

He stops for a moment and looks pensive, like he's struggling to find the right words.

"There's something you should know about me."

"I think I already do."

"I'm gay, Lance."

Of course, this revelation comes as no surprise. I've known this about  my stepdad ever since I was a kid-at least I suspected it. I always saw  the way he looked at other men.

"I know," I say.

"You do?"

I nod my head yes as if it's the simplest, most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, you should also know how important this job is to me-and this election."

"I know that too."

His eyes resume their fire and he gives me an intense gaze. We hold the  gaze for a few moments, but it feels like it might as well be an  eternity, and then he speaks again.

"I can forgive you for sleeping with Jocelyn-with my wife-but I can never forgive you for costing me this election."

"I don't understand."

"Then listen closely because I will only tell you this once. If you cost  me this election, you will be dead to me, and that is exactly what will  happen if you and Jocelyn are together."

"But I love her-I-"

"Consider what I'm saying to you right now."

"I hear what you're saying. Believe me, I have no intention on costing  you this election. I want you to win and I know you can. You're my  dad-the only dad I know. You've always been there for me."

Michael doesn't expect the sentimental spiel and I can tell it has  caught him off guard, but I continue because I mean it. It's the truth.

"But I do love Jocelyn and she loves me. We're going to start a  family-together. And I promise you that it won't ruin your mayoral  campaign."

He laughs. "Oh to be young and naïve. That's such a foolish thing to  say. Lance, listen to yourself for just a minute! A scandal like this  will rock every news site there is. Reporters will have a field day with  this story, don't you see? They'll be licking their lips as they watch  me bleed and run my name through the mud. My entire campaign has been  built on family values. This will be seen as the biggest joke of all."