The Monroe Project Chapter 1

Chapter 1

You get the feeling that your boss was undressing me with his eyes?” I asked as I exited the club, knowing Arrow was not far behind me, I grabbed a cigarette from his package of smokes and lit up one, I had lied about my last job but I was faithful to one man and only one man, his boss was hungry for a female to mount, I knew that Erikson carried some weight in Vancouver anything to get him off my ass would have done just nicely.

I took a heavy breath inward catching the toxic smoke of the cigarette, and holding it in my body before expelling it, I looked to the six foot two man who green eyes held my eyes in their light, He too was blowing smoke out. An unattractive thing about a man was smoking but on Matt it was calming. He was my gentle giant, whom loved every little thing about me.

Arrow stood there and shrugged, “Maybe but I didn’t think so that how he is around all the other women, I didn’t see it, if I did I don’t care how far I am here I would have laid his ass on the bar floor, and the boys in the back know that.”  I nodded and I waited for his warm arms to take me in but tonight they didn’t, oh well next time. I looked up the street to make sure no cars where coming on Pender street and Arrow and I crossed. We cut up to Burrard Street not holding hands on the hot, muggy, Vancouver night I took longer to puff on my cigarette watching Arrow stomp his out, we were quiet as we walked to the train station. The last one was due in few minutes if not we would have to cab it home or call a friend to come and get us, and likely if that happened, it would be not to kind ex-boyfriend Paul. There we were walking to the station and there was Vicki, the woman whom was always waiting for us before she shut the gate…I hauled as I saw the gate was already closed, I looked at my watch and then at my phone for the time, we were on time! “What the fuck Vicki! We are here!” Only to see the woman turn, only it wasn’t Vicki, “Vicki is on Vacation, sorry, maybe you should get here 5 minutes earlier, and not smoke.” She turned and I watched her disappear down the stairs to the trains, I flicked the last of my smoke towards the street, the only train to get us home from downtown and not make us wait until three am for a bus was locked behind a gate. I turned back to Arrow for an answer, he was already looking into his phone for a friend to call at this point, I looked up the street, and there was an Audi 500 Spyder coming up the road. The sinking feeling turned into a brick when I saw the license plate say Donley. The purr of the engine came to a low purr as it pulled to the curb. The window rolled down and there sat Matthew, I watched as his lips begin to move, I jumped at the chance to decline his offer. “I think we are ok Mr. Donley, but thank you for your hospitably.” There done, only Arrow had to say “nice car boss, I would kill for a car like this!” I shrugged as I knew it was a hot car but it was out of both our price ranges knowing with my credit and student loans alone I would never be able to afford a car let alone a house. His glowing white smile came a thank you to my finace’s kind words.

“Here, why not borrow it for the night, drive her to my house drop me off and you and your woman can borrow it for the night.” He was making a move to get out to let us in, I had to stop this.

“No that is nice but I am sure that Jeff the head chef can come and get us.” A white lie Jeff was in Toronto this week.

“please I insist,” He looked to Arrow, “do you drive?” about to throw him the keys, Arrow’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights, I knew that look.

“No sir,” he turned and pointed at me, “Alice drives.”

“And I have been drinking it isn’t wise I be driving such a nice car.”  I was almost pleading he not give us a ride.

“I trust the both of you, it’s a few blocks away, come on, Arrow take the front, and Alice can take the back.” Arrow was into pulling the black leather chair forward hearing it click into place knowing that once I got it there was no way I was going back to just my mom’s station wagon and  my dad’s PT curiser.

“Fine, I will drive it.” Knowing it was a battle I would never win I might as well make the most of it. I climbed in the tight back seat, sitting on the side, and Arrow’s long back pinning me to the back of the car, I looked as Matthew climbed back into the tin can of a car, it was a nice car.

“I have two of them, one for my girlfriend” he looked at me as he spoke, “if I ever got one, maybe I can show you, it’s just sitting in the garage right now, do you want to see it?” In union Arrow and I spoke, “no.” “Yes please sir!”     

“It’s late Arrow and we have the cat at home, let’s just take the car and go home.” He turned in his seat as we pulled away from the curb, “Awe Alice, you have tomorrow off, you can come in for a look, come on five minutes.” Thinking about it, I did have the rest of my life off because of the cow Christian Erikson found a text on her husband’s phone from me saying I was going to be late, when she confronted me I told her honestly that I thought it was her phone, and she thought I was having an affair with her husband and fired me right then and there. “Yeah you’re right.” I hung my head feeling shameful. He looked behind for a second.

“You unemployed aren’t you?” I swallowed and nodded,

“She found a text to her on her husband’s phone.” I hung my head, “I didn’t even get a chance to explain before she was walking me out of her house.” I pushed my hair back.  He pulled his focus back to the road as the rain became to flow in, like my tears, he pulled into a underground parking lot, I heard garage doors open and close then the car took a sharp turn to the left and the engine revved up and put into reserve. He looked into the back as I was curled up in a small ball, he saw me, the way most people didn’t, he saw me, and the car became dark. “Come on guys, I gotta show you what your finace will be driving from now on.” He pulled his seat forward and helped my black steckers flipflops out of his car, his hand traveled up to my knee fold before letting go and taking my poorly manicured hand, ashamed I looked down, he pulled my chin up forcing my eyes up to his they were green like Arrow’s but they were brighter. He ushered me around me the car and I looked at the white beauty that sat in the garage. “Let’s go upstairs and I can get you the keys for the building and the car”

I turned to him pulling my coat closed, “what makes you think I want a job with you?”

His hand found the small of my back and as it did, my breathing hitched he had me Arrow never got to me like this, and it was strange, Arrow is my one I fought long and hard to make us work and I made sure all my family had met him got to know him, being of Irish decent made it hard for him to show me his family since he ran away from home with me when he was only 19 years old, as was I. We were together for eight years and we fought, we loved, we made us work, and we were getting married. Now there in his boss’s garage I found myself getting hot and bother by the way his boss touched me. Arrow was all smiles that I was getting keys to a beautiful car, once he found out his boss’s advances he would knock him out.

“Now, now, Alice I know you will take it because I know I am not paying your man enough for you to survive on one income, so why not you come upstairs with me.” He scanned his fob on the door, and there was Arrow ahead of us, He pushed the button like an excited kid in a candy store, if arrow was the girl his panties would have been left in the car, me I was the smart one, making him work for my attention. The elevator went ding and the doors opened there Arrow walked in first, and there was Matthew who guided me in with his hands.

“This is amazing!” Exclaimed Arrow, “who lives here with you? Do you have flatmates?” I smiled knowing his Irish accent was something I treasured and it still made me giggle, that was why I fell in love with him the sound of his voice cooing in my ear. He was always my one, always will be.

Matthew let out a heartly belly laugh as Arrow spoke, “no mate, No flat mates with me,” I looked at his mouth, it sounded Canadian and it was heavenly. I had to break this spell but right now I needed money, Matthew was right, we were crashing on a futon in a friend’s house we moved everything into storage and there was no way we could afford to live in this city. When I got let go it was the same day Arrow got his job, and it was only a matter of time before we moved in with a cousin of mine in Alberta.

The elevator went ding again saying we were on the Penthouse floor, I watched Arrow almost race ahead of the both of us out of the elevator, and I broke free of his hands and followed Arrow. Matthew barley spoke as he let us into his house, “here we are, Alice you will have a spare key to my office, to my home, the car, and the vacation house in Whistler, you job entails you have to make me breakfast, make my coffee, make my meetings happen or disappear if I want them to, you organize the meetings, you hire cleaners to clean all my houses, or if you can’t get anybody you clean it. Got it?” I nodded looking around apartment how beautiful it was, there was Arrow on the deck looking out to the city, the whole apartment had a half wrap deck. “Who owns the other side?”

He laughed, “Nicolas Fairchild and his pregnant wife Angela. They are nice, now if I want to have a party you invite any and everybody in Vancouver I don’t like lots of people in my house but I do it to keep up appraises, also this is yours” walking to the kitchen bar and presenting me with an Apple core processer laptop, “it’s yours on loan forever, I want you to take my notes and my meetings on it, you will be by my side 24 hours a day five days a week, two days off for personal time and a weekend so to speak. I want you in tomorrow morning at 8 am and after I want you here at 6 am and I want you to tell me about my schedule, I will do a dry run tomorrow with you, and my other assistance left because she fell in love with me and I can’t have that.” He pointed to the deck but his eyes never left mine, “Since I know you are marrying my head chef, I don’t have to worry about you doing that with me.” Also if I have strange woman here I want you to act as if they are married to me and if you can scare them off.”

He turned to walk to Arrow to join him in his now sparked up smoke, I called after him “Why not just act like I am your wife and you don’t have to worry about them being scared, they will just run for ruining your marriage.” He slowly stopped and turned to me, with a sly smile that came across his lips he replied.

“I think this will be a beautiful partnership, Mrs. Monroe.” 

The Monroe Project Prologe

Prologue

Why not her?” My brother Michael was helping score girls at the club, then there was the girl in the red dress the one whom looked at me and sent blood racing to my cock as well as my heart, I wasn’t even paying attention to what my brother was saying I was looking at Her. I put down my drink and walked away from my brother. I owned this club and may others in Vancouver, maybe I knew her I had seen her before but really I didn’t care, I wanted her and all of her curves and all of her blonde hair on my pillow and my chest, I wanted her all over me, under me, on top of me, and all over my Vancouver loft apartment. My cock throbbing with a pressure I known before from girls but this one was making me want to take her to the back office and get the deed done quickly.

Then my head chef stepped in front of my line of vision the one whom we just hired, I watched for a moment as the big man overtook the curvy woman in front of him, I looked around to see she was waiting for him, but also I looked at her left hand that had been placed on his left shoulder blade. It had a gold band with a spray of diamonds on it, I knew the fucker had be engaged when I hired him but I would fire him if this man was cockblocking me now to his fiancé, I had to have her and only her, my cock begged for her. I wanted to rip his arms off I wanted her in my arms I wanted to fuck her like she was mine. I manned up and looked at the hand and tapped him hard on his right shoulder, he stood a whole foot taller than me and the man looked like he was mean as they come but really when he spoke of his finace, a softness cooed from his body, like she made me want to be a better man. I straightened up flashed my smile and looked at the man as he turned to me. “Hello Mr. Donley! This is Alice,” He looked to her and his body softened again, “my finace, Alice Monroe, This is the owner of butcher and bullock, Matthew Donley,” She held her hand out, there was fake nails on them but they sparkled, like her blue eyes, she held me captive and I didn’t stand a chance.

“Ms. Monroe, what is it that you do? Arrow talks about you but he never tells me what you do.” I smiled looking at her, she smiled, flicked her ever perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me with the confidence that would make many men want. Her perfect pouty red lips began to move, but all I heard was, “blah blah blah,” I shook my head say something you idiot, say the club is too loud you didn’t hear her, you want to fuck her like the rest of them in your back office, even the ones whom had boyfriends, Donley carried a name in Vancouver and it looked like she was a woman whom a name didn’t sway. Then again so did Erikson, my revel. “Excuse me can you tell me again, it’s loud in here.”

She pulled her body close to my ear and the scent of peaches came into my nose, as she caressed her words, “I work as a personal assistance to Christina Erikson.” My cock became soft at the mention of the name that might as well be the biggest cockblocking move ever, not everybody knew what happened but her family does. I slept with Christina Erikson whose husband was away on a business trip and he got back and almost casted her out, lucky for her, I gave him one of my prized clubs and he laid off, but still she being a Monroe meant I could fuck her too. Or not… How can I play this? This woman was hot as fuck and I wanted nothing more than just take that red dress off and peel her panties off.

There is a time and a place, just tonight was not it.

The Monroe Project.

A new Novel I am working on called the best girl I have known but it is a lie, I think I will change the title to the Monroe Project, it might be changed after this but this is something I have been working on for the last few days to get my head out of the clouds and into something simple and get back into Writing so here is my next work of art. enjoy

Review of The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby.

Ok I know people are out there reading my work so I ask can I have your thoughts on the The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. or at least give me an idea of what you see happening for Mitchell and Christina? Maybe even baby Victoria? Should I plan an unexpected sibling in there? let me know, I would love to write this in a way to please all of my fans. Whom I love right about now. thanks for reading it.

Ashley Frigstad

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Eight

Chapter 8 

I put my hand over my mouth, I felt sick to my stomach, as I signed the contract. It made sense now. The one night stands, the girls, the birth control, he needed control. Mitchell liked being a dominant man. Who spanked and fucked girls. Our daughter was a blip, in his single dominant life.

He loved freedom for the fact nobody could take it away. He loved the control to do what he wanted. I'm almost in tears. I pressed my back on the wall and put my hands on my knees. I felt sick and dizzy from what I signed. I thought about the next eighteen years. I thought about being his submissive, I wasn't sure I could be a submissive. What did that even mean?

Do I want a family? More kids? Maybe? Victoria's pregnancy was a nightmare. Because of my work schedule and the stress's of my employees and clients made the pregnancy hard and me on bed rest.

I thought of birth control for where I could have it for a long time. I didn't want a shot, or pills, maybe an IUD. I walked back into his office.

"Would you wear condoms?" I asked as I went back in. 

"For a little bit while you got on some protection. ok?" I nodded.

"Ok" I moved out of his office. He followed me out. 

I placed myself to the cold oak paneled wall, as he pinned me to the wall.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. I put my arms around his shoulders. 

"Is this ok?" Referring my arms around him, he nodded.

"She will be down for another ten minutes, can you maybe be that quick?" I thought I might as well make myself available to him now since I did sign. He sank his lips on mine almost to the point of bruising my lips. His hands held my head as he deepened the kiss, I felt his pants poking at me. The demon wanted out. He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine.

"One night we will get a nanny and I will show you my pleasure room, right now, come with me." He opened up his bedroom door to a black room everything black, black sheets, black walls, black bed, everything to the carpet was black. 

"How do you sleep?" I asked. 

He looked at me.

"Peacefully." He answered.

"Ok, how do we start this?" He smiled at me. 

"You don't remember?" He asked, I shook my head. Wrong answer. 

"Can we leave the door open so we can hear Victoria?" 

"Yes." He pushed my body into the wall, and pushed his lips onto mine.

"Lift your arms." He commanded me. I did as I was told, as he ripped off my shirt.

"Spread your legs." I opened my legs only he ripped my pants and panties off. I stepped out of my pants as he grabbed my body and carried me to his bed and pulled his covers back.

"Nobody but you has been in this bed. I don't have condoms here but I think I will do something besides sex, get on your stomach." I rolled onto my stomach.

"Put your hands to the head broad" I put my hands over my head to the head broad.

"Don't move." He said as he put on hand on my back. I breathed so slowly in and out.

"Relax, it is all in your head, what do you like food wise?" I looked back up at him.

"Head down, now answer me." I thought.

"Ice Cream." 

"No, something else. Banana is common, you say it when you want me to stop." 

"Then Apple." 

"Apple it is, now hold still." He clicked something metal, and put a handcuff around my wrist.

"What the hell?" I almost yelped, I tried to withdraw my other wrist but he grabbed it.

"Don't move and don't fight me Christina, or your punishment will be harder and much worse then you want it to be and I will enjoy it." He grabbed my wrist again and handcuffed my wrist. He came to my ear and whispered.

"Fight me again during this, I will flog you so hard you will wish you had not." He placed a build fold on my head over my eyes. "Now, shut up, you are a naughty girl, and if our daughter screams because if you I will tend to her but you will stay put." I felt the cold leather on my butt, with a quick withdraw I felt a hard slap on my butt.

"Ow!" I screamed out. He hit me harder.

"Say it, say how much you like it." He raised his tone with me as my tears poured over my eyes.

"I like it, I like it master!" I squeaked back.

"Good girl" He wound up again and hit me again. The sting of the paddle hurt, it was gone as it came off my body, it still did hurt. The shock of being hit still hurt.

"Say it!" He said again. 

"I like it Master! Hit me again!" He laughed as he hit me. I was crying as he kept hitting my butt and thighs.

He hit me again, the pain of the paddle was to much. He would withdraw it, and he was hitting me harder. It would hurt as the contact was made to my skin, like his energy was one of anger and not playful. He slowed down after a another hit and placed his hand over my sensitive, burning skin. His finger slipped down into my center folds. "See, I'm not so bad."

I sucked in a breath only for the paddle to come in again and hit me. I tried not scream or yelp. I suffered in silence, for another few times he spanked me.

"I want you to stand, after I release you." He said and he released one hand from the cuff, as I did he flipped me over his shoulder, he placed me in my feet turned me slapped my butt with his hand.

"Kneel on your knees and don't move until I say so." He helped me on to my knees until I was good. He then put the cuff back on my wrist he released earlier and then he left me alone. The pain of the cuffs bit into my skin. I tried to move, I couldn't, it hurt me. The weight of my body rested on my knees and shins, it hurt. I had the blind fold over my eyes and I heard him walking around the house.

Victoria was still sleeping. He left the house, I heard him shut the a door. I listened to all the sounds everything around me came heightened. I listened for my daughter and the door. As I sat, I fell asleep. I wasn't comfortable. 

~

Mitchell returned some time later, he took me by my arms and turned me around, I opened my mouth as he put his dick near my lips, I let the demon rest on my lips.

"Good girl!" He then stuck his demon flesh into my mouth and let my mouth suck and tongue run over him. He groaned and hissed as he enjoyed the sucking. He grabbed my blonde hair in fistfuls and pushed his cock deeper in my mouth. I licked the base of his cock as he groaned.

"Fuck this is too good I don't want it to stop." He pulled out of my mouth and I heard a packet tearing open. He helped me stand, as he did he drew one leg up and pushed my body into the wall, his clothed body on my naked one. He sank into my body the pain of somebody inside of me just made me tense and uneasy. I gripped his cock in a vice.

"God baby you're so tight," I stayed silent, he drew my other leg up and pulled my body close as hugged me he thrusted slowly in and out. I wanted to kiss him, to make him feel me. Before I knew it, he was kissing me. He shortly broke the kiss. 

"Besides handcuffs and leg cuffs, I love kissing Christina it is a turn on for me. So please." He kissed me quickly.

"Kiss me." I pressed my head into his as he kissed me mad, he pushed me into the wall, feeling him coming close, he carried me over his bed and fucked me harder laying down, I was whispering his name into his ear.

"Mitchell, I'm…" I lost my breath as he knew what was next.  

"I want you to come baby." I didn't know how he wanted me to. between the two others and Mitchell there they couldn't get me to come hard, like how I got myself off.

"Can you get me off? I'm sorry, I don't know what or how to do it." I begged as he sighed. 

"Ok fine." He pushed me and fucked me I heard him groan until he was done. Mitchell then when down to my lower half of my body and began feeling and kissing? He started licking my clitoris. I lost my breath, the room spun, I felt like I was on a drug as he continued with his tease.  I climbed higher and higher, I sucked a breath as I was close. "must not scream, must not wake Victoria!" I shook as my world came crumbling down. I let go, without making a sound. My breathing more laboured, my heart racing, I have had sex before but this! They should sell this guys tongue in stores! I couldn't believe how powerful that was, he came to my lips, I tasted a salty sour taste. He took off my blindfold.

"You ok?" He asked as he slipped his full heavy member inside of me. I nodded for his answer. He smiled, "I noticed you didn't scream." 

"I..." I looked at the door he shut, I thought I had heard the front door but it was this door. I looked at him.

"I thought that door was open so I didn't want to wake the baby up by screaming." 

"Ok also I didn't say you could scream either so you did very well for your first time." He pushed himself inside of me.

"My turn baby." He sank into my body and pushed inside of me, squeezing the life out of his demon cock, hearing him hiss as he was close to his orgasm. He was gripping the bed sheets in a vice grip as I was laying there looking onto his body pumping hard and harder into mine, I wanted to join him in his orgasm, but he didn't say I could come with him.

"Oh god I am so close baby!" He breathed out as I looked into his eyes. I put my mouth on his as he came up on his thrust into me. I held his head as he kept going. Feeling his tongue push and work with mine, it felt so good. I wanted to feel my own orgasm. I pulled back as he looked up dazed, "wha?'

"Master, can I come again? and for You?" He smiled as he delved harder.

"I was waiting for you to ask me, yes you may come, and come hard for me." He thrusts into me became harder and stronger, it was one for the record books. I moaned as I felt him go ridged, "Christina! I'm…" He groaned hard, as I moaned.

"Me too!" I moaned into his ear. He stilled within me, I felt him pulse around me, my hands still bound behind me. " Can you take off the cuffs off?" He reached behind me and unlocked the one cuff, then the other one. He then rolled off of me as he was finished I watched him go to the bathroom to take off the condom. I reached for his sheets as he came back to me.

"No, no, come here." He said.

Mitchell helped me off of the bed and opened his door to the hallway.

"Your clothes are in your closet and I want you showered and changed in an hour, we're going out." With that he left me naked in the hallway and he shut his door. I looked down the hallway and walked into my room. Feeling humiliated that I was suppose to walk though naked in his house. I heard a door crack open.

"Dear, impress me, get on your hands and knees and crawl to your room. Now!" I got on my hand and knees.

"Yes sir." I whimper, I crawled into my white room as quick as I could, and crawled straight into the shower. I stood up under the hot water for a few minutes knowing I didn't have long. I cried as I thought about how he paddled and spanked me, made me come to my room on my hands and knees.

It made sense now why he just slept with girls. He would want so much control that the girl would give him the pleasure of sleeping with them. Being disciplined in they're lives that his power over them would be unsatisfactory. It was me who had no discipline in my life, I became what he wanted. A challenge.

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Seven

Driving though the busy Vancouver city. I watching people shop and get everything they need for Christmas. I looked back at Victoria who was quiet, and sleeping still. Mitchell put on my classical music. I watched how Mitchell drive with grace in my truck. He looked into my rear view mirror, and looked into my eyes.

"You ok?" He asked on the drive to his house. I shook my head. 

"No, just I had a different plan, and babies and men were not apart of it. Don't get me wrong I love Victoria, just," I looked at him as he nodded to let it all sink in. "never mind." 

"Look." He glanced at me as he answered, driving though a busy part of Gastown, Vancouver. 

"What do you want? I can do anything for you, I just can't sleep in the same bed. I have my own problems sleeping with somebody." He then continued to watch the road. 

I looked at him again.

"It's a good thing Victoria doesn't have a problem sleeping with anybody." There I saw it, Mitchell smiled at my joke. 

As we enter the building surrounded in by glass and steel, I pull my daughter out of the truck still her in her car seat and towards the parkade door. I held my daughter close as we went to the bank of steel elevators.

Mitchell put his hand on the small of my back to guild me into the first elevator that became available. His strong hand knew how to guild me. He had had practice at whisking girls and ladies off they're feet. I was simple one who got knocked up.

"Come on." He mumbled under his breath as we walked out of the thirty-third floor. His hand still on the small of my back as he guided me out of the elevator. We walked up to a big oak door as he produced some keys to let us get in. He opened the big door in front of us, as we came into a dimly lit hallway, Mitchell turned the lights up. Coming into full view of a concrete prison.

It's not mine, I thought. Of course not Coals! My subconscious snapped at me. You opened your legs and he is letting you in because you fucked up! My subconscious barked at me. He held his arm up to show me in.

"Welcome to your new home!" He said happily. I wanted to cry, my old home was gone, this was my life now. 

"It's nice, can you show us our room please?" I asked trying to make my voice not crack. He held his hand up to the way to my room, it was white, I hated white. I hated my new room, I hated Mitchell for doing this to me. 

I put Victoria on the bed and took her out of her car seat, as Mitchell came behind me. 

"This is your room Christina the painters can come by to paint it however you want. Her room is down the hall and mines at the far end." He turned as I followed him out. The room for Victoria was a princess's dream, pink, pink and more pink. It was all with the princess from Disney. It smelt a little like fresh paint. Mitchell made it clear in her room, Daddy's Princess. He took her from my arms and laid her down on the change table as I took the hint and helped him change our little girl's diaper. 

"Do you like her room?" He asked me and I nodded. 

"You didn't do this all last night did you?" 

"I um, I wanted her to live here so I called a friend of mine and said I need an ASAP paint job and to make it like she was my princess." I nodded and swallowed hard knowing my dad thought different about me, always did. It wasn't I was bad, it was just he was a single dad trying to do right by his three angels.

He worked as a crane operator. The hours he put in made it so he could give my sisters and I a life where we'd be happy.

Our mother died when I was young, and dad found out he was having another child with another woman, my younger half-sister. Shortly after she was born that woman had an affair and ran off. We never saw her again, maybe that's why he thought the best part about her was my youngest. I never knew why.

My dad passed of a major heart attack while working. He was climbing down the ladder at work and when his heart gave out, he let go, as far as I knew he had a bad drop down to the bottom. I was only eighteen at the time. Hearing how he died from his foreman, just ripped me in half, in fact I dropped to my knees and all that came out of my body was a hollowing whaling cry. Besides finding out I was pregnant that was the one of the worst days of my life.

I looked at my daughter, Victoria, I named her after my father. Maybe she was my blessing in disguise, a gift from my father. Never ending family love.

I finished up changing and carried Victoria to the rocking chair. Mitchell watched me as I sat in the rocking chair by the crib. I looked at my daughter, our daughter. I still could not believe she was only a week and half old, and yet she looked like Mitchell. Her hair was black as night, and her eyes were green as Jade. She had round cheeks like me, ten fingers, ten toes, two ears and a short button nose. Fair skin like mine, I loved how her head fit into the crook of my elbow joint. As we rocked she looked up with her big Jaded eyes and I watched her mouth make a O shape and close again. She move her head back and forth looking at Mitchell and I, pointing around the room. I was in love with my child, she brought a new sense of peace to my darken soul. Mitchell brought a blanket from her crib, and wrapped around her.

"Can you take her? I will be right back." He scooped her up in his arms as I walked out of her room and into my white cave. I went to my bathroom. I found the tissue paper and I sat there and sobbed.

My life was over before it began. My father was gone. My sister and my friends didn't know I had a baby. I knew this little girl would look up to me, and love me. How could I tell her to never depend on a man when I sold out to let her father take care of me? I sobbed as I thought of my processions, my photo albums, my clothes, everything. In one morning, all of it was gone.

Mitchell hadn't let me taken anything but he lead me to believe I was coming home. Everything again in one breath came out in a sob, he must have heard me because he came in without knocking. 

"You ok?" I shook my head. 

"I fucked up didn't I?" I asked him.

"Yeah we both kind of did, Christina you are a wonderful mother, just we can work though what we have to as parents." 

"Can I have a hug?" Still wiping my eyes.  

"I don't," he saw my pain as I sobbed. "Fuck come here." I stood as he grabbed me forcefully. "Ok? I don't hug other girls because I am not that kind of guy, I don't want a relationship, but with you it's different. We have a daughter together, just I don't know what to do. I am in uncharted territory." He braced me in an awkward hug. 

"Ok stop, let's try again let go and drop your arms." He did so. I walked into his arms and let my arms encircle his back and I put my head on his shoulder. He then placed his arms around my back, I rubbed his back a little more. He followed suit, and rubbed my back. He sniffed my hair, he gripped me tight, as I stopped rubbing. 

"Ok Christina, what do you want?" Mitchell asked as we pulled back from each other. He looking into my red puffy eyes.

I looked into his eyes, with the same hope I had when I would look into my father's eyes. The hope for what I wanted my father to say to his daughter. "I'm proud of you Christina."  The words I never heard, not even on my graduation day.

"I want you try, at everything, being a dad, being a boyfriend, just try." I asked, as he nodded. 

"Ok I promise to my best Christina."

He rested his head on mine, as he kissed my fore head, feeling his soft lips on my head. Feeling his hair fall around my head. He wanted to do this, for our daughter, he wanted to do it.

"Do you want lunch? I am sorry I made you miss breakfast, I can make you a sandwich or a salad, or anything you want." Mitchell ask as I heard whimpering coming from Victoria's room. 

"Anything sounds good, I have to check on her." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

He let me go as I walked to Victoria's room, she was in her crib. I picked her up and rocked her in my arms and sat down in the rocking chair with her and began nursing her again. Six to eight times a day and I'm sure my nipples would fall off.

Mitchell came back in with a salad in his hand, I lowered my feet as he sat on the rocking foot rest.

"Here open up." As he held the fork up I rocked forward and took a bite of the sweet leafy green and the sour balsamic vinegar, it was divine.

I chewed on the mouthful as I watched him get another forkful ready for me. I swallowed the tasty salad bite and opened my mouth for another piece. He served me slowly letting me enjoy the food. I watched him with intent of what he was doing to me. I somehow felt aroused from a man feeding me. It was something I was not used to before, the way he would look at me when I was ready for another bite. Letting the sweet juices of the leafy greens envelop my mouth, the way it crunched in my teeth. The soft flow of the lettuces leafs, mixed with the soft tomatoes and  crunchy celery pieces. He knew how to make my mouth sing in heavenly tones without trying. How I would look at him with the hunger in my eyes for him to keep feeding me. He pushed my hair back from my face anytime I had a lose strand come lose from my ponytail. When he finished feeding me my lunch, he put the fork back in the clear glass bowl and kissed my cheek.

"I'm going into my office to work, if she is napping afterwards. Come by and we will talk about what to do about your stuff. Where to move it and rent out your home." A ping of guilt and loss hit me, my home. 

"Ok." I said numbingly as I watched him walk out of the room with the bowl in his hand. I burped Victoria and rocked her to sleep. 

I found Mitchell's office as he clicked away on his computer, his blue tooth was in, I lightly knocked on the door. 

"Yes." He paused as he watched me come in and slid into a chair in front of him.

"Yes I understand, and that the contract she signed?" He paused again.

"I want to take the mortgage over, and pay it off. No, not to sell the condo, but pay it off and make sure she is has a home in a few years in case anything happens. Is there enough in the family funds to do that?" He smiled.

"Great push the paperwork though, and I will talk to you soon. thank you." He hung up as I came into his office. 

"Hey, so your condo is paid off, being cleaned as we speak, and your clothes and anything sentimental value will be dropped off this afternoon." I looked down at my hands, holding in my tears again.

"You ok? I know this is fast, but I would like it if nobody knew about Victoria right now. Just press can be ugly even in the best of times."

I got up from the chair and walked over to his chair. I slid into his arms as well as his lap.

"Thank you for it all." I whispered into his mouth as I kissed his lips. I pulled back in a heartbeat, it was meant to be a light peck on his lips. Only he looked at me like I shouldn't have pulled away. I got up as he grabbed my wrist.

"Nobody gets away with just a kiss with me." He pulled me into his lap and curled his left arm under my hip. The other one under my shoulder blades. He pulled my body to his head. Feeling his strong lips press down onto my lips. His tongue pushing into my mouth looking for a way in. I opened my mouth by a little bit and he pushed in and deepen the kiss by pulling me closer. His left hand traveled up the crease if my jeans. I felt his hand in the middle of my jeans.

"Stop Christina! Before it's too late." My mind screamed. I pushed his hand away. He came back slowly, I then pushed it away again. He pulled back from the kiss, lips swollen, breathless as he was looking into my eyes.

"Why? I'm doing all of this for you, can you at least give me some hope this isn't all for nothing?" Feeling his erect demon. The reason I call it the demon is because I felt like hell the next day. Hence the name demon. 

"It's too soon to get into bed but here." I grabbed his hand, I lead it to my bra.

"Feel this then that's it, sex can come later just not now." I put his hand under my bra, as he felt my breast heavy with milk, I felt his demon pushing into my hip.

"Ok that's enough." I moaned as I pulled his hand off. I was turned on. 

"This isn't fair." He whined.

"This isn't over. You will get a chance to fuck me." 

He nodded. "Why not now?" 

"Because I said no." His face dropped. "It's too soon, after a little bit we can have sex again, just give me some time." He nodded. 

"Just I'm used to having my way, where the girls peel they're clothes off to get into bed with me, just your you and not wanting it." He looked at his desk.

"I'm a disciplined man, and when things don't go how I would like them to go, I become very hard to please. Even you coming in, just talk to me. I want to fuck you. I want to show you how to become more controlling. So you and I can become a better team, if not for our daughter, for you." I somehow saw him stand over me as he placed his hands on my face and guided me to the chair in front of his desk, and stood in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"I saw how you eat and it displeased me Christina, if you only knew the things I could teach you. How much easier your life could be. For you to bend to my every need as I would bend to your every need. I can be all you want me to be in a boyfriend and a father." He stopped.

"If I show you this, and you leave. Victoria will stay with me and I have everything I need here to keep her happy." He walked to his desk and pulled out some papers.

"I need you to sign this, it says that you will keep everything you see in this house a secret. If you leave me, you leave everything behind. I had paid your house off, you are welcome home anytime. You go back though you no longer welcome here, not even if it is to visit. You are mine, and I will make sure anything you want is taken care of. If you leave you will no longer carry any value or option in our daughters life. I would like you to sign. I want to show you something and it will give a life to everything you want." He smiled, he wanted me to be happy. To him, he would fulfill every dream, every desire, and everything he saw for me, it would be within reach.

I looked at the papers, I read as my eyes filled with tears, I can't believe this. All my power was gone, he would give me all the money I need to enjoyable life.

After our daughter turned eighteen, she would go to college, or university. I would live my own house after that point. If in the case if there was another child then the deal would be done when they were eighteen. I would still move home.

We would never share a bed, we would never cuddle. If he wanted other lovers he was aloud, I was not. If the event we had a relationship we would have sex whenever he saw fit. Not on my schedule, unless I was on my period. I was suppose to be on birth control all the time and not be off it. He was aloud to discipline me however he saw fit.

"What?" I asked aloud. "Discipline me?" 

"Yes, I like to spank girls and make them feel humiliated, and embarrassed. Are you not feeling that way now?" Tears rolled out of my eyes. 

"Yes." I whispered. 

"Yes? What? You don't know this?" I looked into his eyes as he grabbed my chin.

"Say it! Say 'yes Sir' or 'yes master' and nothing less. Unless we are in public you can call me Mitchell." I couldn't say it. His hand tapped my face.

"Now say it!"

My mouth hung open. Unsure of what to say, how to feel. I felt his hands on my face, scared for my life, I mumbled "yes sir." He smiled, and let go of my face, but still cupped my chin. Everything felt like I was on a tilt-a-whirl, just kept spinning and not slowing down. He pulled my chin to face his vision.

"You're ok, come here." He said as he placed his mouth on mine. He pulled my body towards his. I unlocked my lips from his.

"Christina, you sign this, I can grantee you this I will not leave you. You can trust me and I will learn to trust you." I nodded and swallowed.

"Do you have a pen?" He smiled, as he placed his mouth on mine again. 

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Six

Chapter 6

The kiss was one to write home about. It was a fire burning slowly, building up to the fire works show. My lips parted a little. His tongue pushed a little in, I let him into my mouth. His tongue danced and laced with mine. He knew how to kiss. If only we hadn't jumped into bed, if only.

I broke the kiss as I looked at Victoria who's nursing turned into napping, she still sucked and pulled hard on my nipple.

"I can't just I can't," I said breathlessly.

"You can't what?" He said almost in a whisper pulling closer to me.

"I..." I looked into his eyes, he leaned in again. Wanting to kiss me and leave me aching for hours if not days for those lips.

"No stop, I can't have sex now, not again, I want only one child right now. That kiss was a mistake, we don't know each other and yet we both want different things for ourselves." I pushed him back a little. I felt hollow inside, as I said what I did. I wanted to be kissed, by him. The timing for us was not right, or at least not right now. 

He looked hurt as I carried on talking.

"I'm not on birth control, I have a baby, I just want." He looked at me, listening. "Safety." My voice cracked. "My business is failing, I have no money, I can't afford my house, and I am a mom." I wiped a tear from my eye knowing Mitchell couldn't help me. I had to prove to myself, I could do it on my own. I looked at him as I took Victoria away from me and burped her. He sat closer as I switched breasts and I covered my sensitive nipple. I looked at him, he kissed my hair. 

"Close your business, rent this place out, and move in with me. That way I can protect you, I can watch over our daughter. We will have our own sleeping quarters. You and I will co-mingle. You take care of our daughter but we don't date or sleep with each other. Unless you change your mind, you can see who ever you want. I will see whom ever I want, and if you come to a point where you want to live by your self, I will gladly step out of the way. At that point we will talk about our daughter's living arrangements. If I find out you are mistreating our daughter in any way. I will take her away from you, and you will never see her again. Are we clear?" 

"Yes sir." He smiled as I said it.

He put his arms around me to hold me closer as I fed our daughter.  The room temperature did get warmer in the last few minutes that Mitchell was sitting beside me.

"Where you go?" He asked after a few silence moments had passed. 

"Out to get milk and coffee creamer." I sat up as I answered him. He made me nervous being so close to him.

"Ok, I looked in your fridge last night you don't have much food. You go out much?" I shook my head. 

"I have been busy with her, and nobody has stopped by with a care packages. It's hard to put her down and eat food. I didn't tell anybody I was expecting, other then Melissa. Also I was up to two-hundred pounds before I had her now I am down to one eighty-five, and I still have another sixty to lose before summer." He looked at me shocked. 

"What? Some days I could go without a meal and be stressed out to not eat, and not know it. Mind you it was before I was pregnant. When I was pregnant, I would snack and eat everything that looked like food." Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief at my explanation to my answer.

"Ok Christina, I need you to eat please, every day every three to four hours, please. I want our daughter to be healthily and not eating off of nothing like you. Come on, if there is no food here, I will take you to get a hot meal now." He stood as our daughter still nursed.

"I can't, just let her finish, then I get her and myself ready." I explained. 

"Let me help you out with that. Where's her bag?" I looked at him.

"Doesn't she have a diaper bag or something?" I pointed to her stroller. 

"On the back there should be her diaper bag." He walked over and looked inside.

"Ok looks like she has everything she needs, when she woke up when you went back to sleep I changed her, also I changed her before you came back, that's when I knew she wanted her mom."

He smiled and walked over to the counter and put away the milk and the cereal.

"Ok how long do you think you will be?" He seemed eager to get me out of the house. 

"Why not eat what I brought home?" I asked as he looked up and down at me. 

"I don't like the fact you feeding your body crap glucose foods and passing that on to our daughter! I would like it if you ate a high protein meal like eggs or fruits, none of this." He went to my cup broad and found my cereals. "Rice Krispy vanilla shit, or honey shreddies! Like come on! No wonder your business is failing! You're eating this in the morning, and your brain is trying to think but it's in a fog. Christina, I don't want you eating this." Pointing to the cereals.

"And your fridge that's a sight! Nothing but cold cuts!" He pulled my freezer open. His mood got more foul as he poked his head around my fridge.

"Frozen chicken, only ray of hope. I knew you were horrible to yourself, this just proved it! And look, I can't believe it, 2% milk! The second fattiest milk that is probably loaded up with anti-bodies and steroids! Like fuck!" He slammed my fridge door so fast and hard it made me jump.

"Sorry just I take my health and life very seriously, I look for that in other people, it's hard to find I knew you didn't!" He pointed to me as he said it. 

"Then why you sleep with me?" I questioned him, close to tears.

"Antonio said you needed to get laid, and I did everything I could in my power to get you into bed, and it was too easy. You might have as well painted a sign over your crouch saying." I starting crying, Mitchell knew how easy it was. I was on my fifth cosmopolitan, and well into my sixth as he came around. He could have been mute the whole night and I would had slept with him. However I would have been the smarter one if I remembered the condom or birth control. 

I began a hiccupping sob, Mitchell came to me. "I'm sorry I took it to far. Christina stop look at me."

He pulled my face up into his palms. My tear soaked cheeks moisten his hands. He tucked a strain of my blonde hair behind my ear. I waved him away, as I sobbed. He was right, I had let go, I stop caring for myself, and shifted my focus onto my daughter's health and well-being. Mine fell to the waist side…Again.

"Stop just stop," I sniffed. "You sound like my father, he blamed me for that had gone wrong in my life. My sister's death, mostly he just force fed me to believe it was all my fault." I hiccuped as I continued.

"The food, the lonely nights, the work, I pour myself into it so I don't have to think about how wrong my life is. Victoria." I looked down as Mitchell looked at me, I sniffed again.

"She has given me a way to live again, I found a love so whole and pure, I couldn't think my life would be the same if I took her out of the picture." I looked at him, his green eyes looked deep within me as if to say, 'I understand.'

"Please don't take her away from me." I begged in a sob, he nodded and kissed my cheek.

"I can promise that if you promise to love and respect our her and give her anything she wants." I nodded in agreement to his words. By all means it was a promise I knew I could keep.

Victoria stopped feeding and burped her, straighten up and put on some more winter clothes for Victoria. I quickly threw on my maternity jeans, my favourite red top and put my hair into a quick ponytail. I put on a little make-up and I was ready to go. 

"Can we take my truck?" I asked as I buckled Victoria in her car seat that was mounted onto her stroller. He looked at me puzzled. "It has the car seat holder mounted of it plus I like driving. Please?" I asked again, Mitchell sighed.

"We'll take my Audi, AND I will drive." I thought about it, and used this to my advantage. 

"Your right let's take your car, does it have a baby seat carrier in the back?" He had the hand on my doorknob, as he cursed under his breath.

"Why must I choose to fight with you when you can't see it will be better when I do it?" 

"We'd take your car, had it have a back seat or baby carrier in the back." He looked at me as I locked my door. We walked in silence down the hallway to the elevator. I pushed the button for the elevator. Watching him watching me, gave me uneasy feeling he had a plan. I wasn't going to like what he had to say.

"I want your keys, and I want your fob, as of this moment, Christina Coals." The elevator went ding, oh no, I grabbed the wall for support. No wonder he wanted me out.

"You are moving in with me. That's final. No questions or yes

or no's your apartment will be sub-least I will take care of everything." He guided me into the elevator as he spoke.

"I will buy you anything you need or want. What our daughter needs or wants until she is eighteen." He paused when the elevator came to the underground parking. He guided me out, and to the door to get out, as I pushed our daughter out. As he walked, he talked.

"After that our contract will be over and I will make sure she has a healthily collage fund. You will be free to do what you like, I won't provide you with any funds after she is eighteen. If your apartment is paid for by that point you can move back in then. Ok?" I was feeling numb that this was happening to me, I walked to my truck. We reached my red Dodge truck I bought last year.

"Christina?" Mitchell asked, I looked at him in a blank haze.

"Do you understand the contract?" I locked Victoria's stroller, and walked into his arms. I tried to hold in my tears as I buried my face into his coat. His arms where at his sides as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I understand Mitchell and I accept your offer."  

After he helped put the stroller into the back of the truck. I looked at Mitchell in the rear view mirror, as I got Victoria into the back with her car seat. Locking her in, I settled into my seat as Mitchell started the truck.

"My truck?" He looked at me as I said it. "It won't be taken away from me will it?" He shook his head.

"Unless you want a new one?" I shook my head.

"No, this one is mine and I love her." 

I watched as Mitchell drove out of my old parking spot and out of my old home. Victoria was fast asleep and happy. Maybe this is for the best. I thought.