Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(115)

"Hey," I whisper, my voice as lazy as my eyelids. God, I feel so sleepy.  I must have fallen asleep in the couch. I take one quick look at the  watch on my wrist-it's 7 am-and I realize that I spent the whole night  in here, huddled under a blanket. Which is good, you know? Since Anna  showed up in our lives that I've been struggling to get a good night's  sleep. Not that I'm complaining; she's the most perfect little creature I  have laid my eyes on, and every red-eyed morning is worth paying just  for having her in our lives.

Oh, right, who's Anna? you're probably asking. She's our baby, of  course, the cute little one asleep in the crib inside our bedroom. We  named her Anna after Mistress Strokes, her real name. I liked the name,  and I also fell in love with the idea that I was naming my baby girl  after a strong woman, one brave enough to fight for what she believes in  and make a real difference in the world. A woman good enough to be a  role-model to my daughter. Because my girl will grow up to be just like  that, you better believe it.

It was actually a shock when the doctors told us we were having a girl.  Both Austin and Strokes assumed we were having a boy, and I kinda fell  for it too. I mean, who wouldn't love to have a miniature of Austin  running around? But it was a girl, not a boy. But it didn't matter; in  fact, Austin was over the moon when the doctor broke the news for us. He  was delighted that there was going to be a mini-me in the house. Can  you imagine him playing with dolls? Neither can I, but I'm betting  that's the kind of father he's going to be.

"She's still asleep?" he asks, laying a kiss on my forehead. I close my  eyes as I feel his mouth on me, glad that he's finally home.

"Yeah, she slept all night." And thank God. I really needed a few hours just to crash.

"That's good," he whispers more self-consciously now, making an effort not to wake Anna up.

"Yeah," I agree, rubbing my eyes and sitting up on the couch. I don't  remember when was the last time I slept an entire night undisturbed.  "How was work?"

"Crazy."

"Like always."

"Like always," he repeats after me. "All the floors were packed, and  some girl got into her head that she needed to go up the stage and have  Maverick dance for her. She just climbed onto the stage and tackled him;  can you believe it? She could have just asked." Just another night,  then. It seems that there's always something crazy happening at Dirty  Python, the hottest place in New York. No, scratch that, the hottest  place in the East Coast.

Since we've opened doors that it seems that we're making headlines in  some media outlet. We climbed out from the seedy columns in newspapers  into the mainstream. Every single day there's a reporter knocking at our  doors, or calling us up trying to schedule an interview or an exclusive  piece. It was fun in the beginning, but we mostly just turn them down  now. Our club is a place where people, both men and women, can enjoy  themselves free of society's prying and judgmental eyes. It's a safe  haven, and we don't have reporters there pestering our customers. That's  probably one of the reasons why we've grown so successful.

Austin used to joke that he wasn't still a few millions away from  becoming a billionaire, but that changed pretty fast. We're making so  much money with Python that we're already considering opening another  club just like it on the West Coast. That is, if you find someone  trustworthy enough to run it. Strokes isn't really interested in running  a club again.

Oh, yeah, you're probably wondering about her. She actually spent half a  year in Barcelona, and then she travelled all over Europe for two more  months. She came back to the States the day she found out I was about to  give birth. She bawled her eyes out when I told her we were naming our  baby after her.

She eventually settled in New York again, the city no longer feeling  like a bad place full of bad memories. These days, she only sees  possibilities wherever she goes. She's gotten into her mind that she  wants to be a lawyer, and Austin promptly said we should pay for all of  her tuition. I agreed in a heartbeat.

"Come here," I whisper at Austin, placing my arms around his neck and  pulling him in for one long kiss. I close my eyes, savoring his kiss as  if it was the first one. It seems like everything happened a lifetime  ago …  Remember when I went to Python just so I could spy for Lester?  Everything spun out of control after that day and, by God, I couldn't be  happier that it happened the way it did. In a twisted turn of events,  Lester was the one bringing us together.

Oh, about him …  He actually did leave New York as Austin made him  promise. He quit his position as the Police Commissioner, and then just  packed everything and moved to Las Vegas. There, he decided it was good a  good idea to try out the roulette and, next thing he knows, he's flat  out broke.         

     



 

Eventually he decided to turn his life around. The last time we've heard  from the people keeping tabs on him, it seems that he had gotten a job  at a coffee shop. That's right, from Police Commissioner to minimum wage  barista in Las Vegas. If you ever come across him, make sure you place  an extra complicated order for him. And don't tip.

"Do you think we have the time before she wakes up?" Austin whispers,  that mischievous grin of his flaring up something inside of me. It's  like this every day, really. You'd think that all that electric lust  would start dissipating after a few months of fucking every single day,  but in fact it's been just the opposite. Sure, it's trickier nowadays  with the baby; I have learned to be quieter, that's one, but we still  can't go a day without sex.

"I think we do," I whisper back at him, my arms still around his neck. I  pull him after me and he lies down on top of my body, his hands going  down to my waist.

"You know …  Sometimes I find myself wondering if all this isn't just a  dream. You, Anna, the club …  How in the world did I ever get so lucky?"

"I wonder the same sometimes," I take my hand to his crotch and then  squeeze his cock, feeling it already hard and pulsing against the palm  of my hand. "But then I just feel you inside of me and I realize that  this is as real as it could be … "

"Well, let's make the test then. Just to be sure," he smiles as I start  unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. Yeah, let's be sure.

But he's right, you know? Our life seems like something out of a  fairy-tale. We're the envy of the whole world. Could life be any more  perfect?

I doubt it, I really do.





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Second Epilogue - Austin





So, that's what ends up happening, in the end. Sure, I'm a cocky fucking  asshole. But I ended up getting my fucking comeuppance pretty good,  don't you think?

I have to say though, I'm a very grateful man. And I've changed.  Destiny's changed me. She's so invariably cute. Like a fucking button.  Then one day, something crazy happens. I see her walking around the  condo in her lace white boy shorts and belly shirt and my cock grows in a  second. But she ends up looking at me with those wide eyes of hers and  shakes her head, "Maybe if you're good and follow instructions," she  says, crooking her fingers. And I growl, like an animal and follow her  around the apartment - being led around like a dog. She sits down on the  couch and turns on a movie. I don't like the looks of what I'm seeing -  a movie called ‘Hope Floats' has never really floated my boat, but  Destiny grabs me by the cock - I swear she grabs me by the cock - and  pulls me closer to her.

I end up cuddling with her the entire movie. Smelling her hair. Holding  her arms. Feeling her ass wriggle and nestle itself in my crotch -  enveloping me with her ass cheeks. Any other girl, this shit would not  be okay. But for Destiny, I actually fucking enjoy it.

Destiny turns over to me as the movie ends and looks deep into my eyes.

"You know my friend Alexis is finishing up her novel about us, right?" Destiny asks.

I've met Alexis a few times. She's a cute girl. She's a bit quirky. I  know she's fucking crazy about being sexy in every part of her life.  Whether that means being outside in beautiful weather, or sitting at  home reading a fucking book, you'll never see her go more than ten  minutes without smiling and saying something fucking dirty.

And let me tell you, when she dirty, she's talking about us.

"So, Alexis writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the  bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is  interested to know, and still very much looking for love," Destiny tells  me.

I nod to her, not sure where this is going as she continues, "Her  favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high  heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets  from buying all that."

This is just fucking strange. But I watch as Destiny talks to me.

"Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York  City," Destiny tells me. "She quickly decided that working for a  faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to  write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card  award miles to travel all over the world."