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.

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Five

Chapter 5 

Typical Mitchell ran. I thought as I put my hand over his side of the bed and  it was uneven and unmade. I sat up to get Victoria, as I focused looking into her crib. Only she was not in her crib! Shit! He kidnapped her! My eyes widen and my blood ran cold as I fully woke up and shot out of bed. I walked out of the bedroom and found both and her on my couch. He was sleeping along with her. Victoria on his chest, her head on his heart. One big hand on her small body, other one on her small head. I let out a steady breath, it's ok Coals, relax she is safe.

I looked around my apartment, it was very cold, and empty feeling. It was only a little over a week before Christmas and I didn't have a tree up. Maybe today I could find a fake tree and put it up. I never had a reason to celebrate Christmas since I was at Melissa's every year. Not this year, no call no email to say when she was having her big annual Christmas party.

I walked into my kitchen and put on the coffee, it was a while since I had any. I rubbed my arms trying to shake off the cold. I opened my fridge and I looked at the milk, it smell horrible. Great Coals, six days in as a mom and you forgot about the milk. My subconscious remarks.

I looked over at Mitchell still passed out. Should I wake him? Nah. He is here, he can sleep, I just have to lock the door. I pulled on my coat over top of my pyjama's and put on my winter boots. I left a note saying that I was going to the store to get milk. I walked out the door and locked it.  

~

Just as I was paying for my milk and cereal, I got a call from Mitchell.

"Where are you? Somebody woke up hungry and she is not happy." His voice full of panic, I smiled at the thought of him fussing over her. 

"Hang on I will be home a minute, I went for milk." I told him as I heard my daughter whimpers over the phone line. 

"Give five minutes I will be home." I clicked off my phone.

Five minutes later I came into my front door, and Victoria had a full on sob going.

"Ok sweetie mommy home." Mitchell cooed to her as soon as I put my bag down.

He handed her over to me as I rocked her for a few seconds. I made my way over to the couch and sat down. I pulled up my pyjama top and pulled my breast for Victoria. Her cries slowed down then stopped. Mitchell sat back beside me and looked into my eyes. He then looked down at my breast hanging out as our daughter suck greedily. 

"Maybe I was wrong, maybe I could give this dad thing a shot. I know how much she means to you, just I can't sleep in the same bed as you. I can help you with her. Just, I don't know how but every time I look at her, she has me under her little spell."

He rubbed her little head with his big hand. 

"You can sleep out here, I can do nightly feedings in my room."

"Why not move in with me?" He cut me as I said it. I looked at him.

"Why? I have my business here, my friends here, my sister, everything my life is here not in Calgary."

He turned his wolfish grinned onto me.

"I don't live in Calgary anymore. I moved out here I do more financial for my family's company out here and my brother takes care of the land and stock. He is more into that slow lifestyle. I'm not." He rubbed Victoria's head again, getting me very uncomfortable. 

"Ok knock it off, I had a baby, I'm just." Mitchell looked into my eyes as he looked at my lips, as he placed his lips on mine. 

Fuck he was good.

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Four

Chapter 4 

I dreamt about the wedding. Melissa my best friend of twenty-three years was getting married. Her and I were nysc, Her and I met when we were five, in kindergarten. We were the same age twenty-seven years old, almost same birthdays. We'd spend every holiday together.

When she found her husband Antonio, the Italian joker. I was in love with him like a little sister is with her older brother. I cried when he asked if I could help pick out her engagement ring. I cried even harder when he repeated his vows to her. Nothing made me cry more when she told me of the bridesmaid dare he set his good friend up to do. I felt so betrayed from Antonio.

I cried the morning when I went to get checked up and found out my shot failed me. That I was two months pregnant.

I was so driven on my company, men and dating wasn't there. I had two other men in my life that left me for other people. I wanted a man to fall out of my romance novels, then when I met Mitchell it seemed all too good to be true and I was wrong.

His smile and charm lead me into his hotel room, then into his bed and at 5 am when I woke up he was no where to be found. I got up went to the brunch of the bride and groom and he wasn't there. I went to work afterwards and forgot about Mitchell Stalz, only my body didn't.

Before I got the next shot it was required from my doctor to make sure that the shot didn't run out, it did. I sat there numb as my doctor told me the news. I didn't tell a soul until Melissa my best friend called me and I said in a whisper.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure Christina, I can do that." Her voice eager to please.

I sighed "I'm pregnant." After I let the news sank in, I said. "I don't know what to do, my dad is gone. I can't tell my sister, or anybody. I want this baby, and I can't because of who might be the father."

She hummed. "Christina, a baby is a big life changing experience, do you really feel you can handle that? On your own as well?" Her voice had grown quiet.

Knowing that I couldn't I sighed, as a tear slipped down my face.

"I don't want to not have it and never know the love I gave unconditional to my sisters."

"Then have it!" She replied in her chipper can-do attitude.

I prayed for the health and safety of my baby, and she came out like a princess. I couldn't believe she was born two days after my passed away sister's birthday.

I awoke to Victoria's whimpers knowing it was her time to feed her. I awoke into a darken room with a shadow figure holding her. My eyes focused in on the tall and dark body, I knew who it was.

"How the hell did you get in to my house Mitchell?" I looked up to his face in the dark. He rocked Victoria in his arms as I turned on the light, and sat up in bed.

"If you two lived with me your home be more protected, and less likely to have a break in, your door lock was just child's play. Your next door neighbor let me in. Too easy Christina." I hated him now. 

"Get out!" I shot out of my bed, I wanted to yank my child out of his arms as I reached for her he backed up.

"No you listen here!" He said sternly. "She is mine as much as yours, I want her more then you, I can release you from this."  

"I want my child!" I screamed at Mitchell waking up Victoria even more.

"Why you want her? She has no value to you but endless nannies and step-moms. I can provide her with a home and a loving family!" He cunning smiled at me. 

"So you think, I want her and not you. I do want the happy family."

I reached for Victoria again. Now her cries were starting to become screams for food. He passed her back, I lifted my shirt and sat up on my bed. I let my child suck on heavy breast, full of nutrition for her. I looked at him as he watched me.

"So then send a cheque. I want to have my daughter." 

"As do I." He said hoarsely. He was getting turned on by her nursing on me. 

I thought about it. I could do joint custody, but then that would mean I won't spend my every waking hour with my princess.

"You don't want joint custody? We can send her back and forth." I asked tediously, I watched from my dim light as he shook his head.

"Have you even spent a night with another woman?" I inquisition.

"No." He replied.

I looked at the other side of my king size bed I kept made in case there was somebody to come to bed with. It was made up every day since I bought the bed.

"Well then." I pointed with my thumb as he hungrily stared at my breasts engorged with milk.

"Stop staring and crawl in!" I pointed out, he nodded. Mitchell took off his coat, his shoes, as he reached for his button on his pants, wanting to unfasten it.

"Leave your pants on, there will be no sex." I said in a half yawn, he nodded sheepishly.

"Ok." He walked over to his side and pulled the covers back, and slipped in. 

Still in his clothes he watched me switch breasts and burp our daughter.

"I have to pee but can you hold her and burp her while I do so?" I asked. 

"Yes." He answered eagerly. 

After I finished burping her, I handed Victoria to Mitchell. I watched him pat her back as she made a little more of a burping sound. I scooted into my on suite bathroom, I left the door open a crack to listen to Victoria.

"So why Victoria?" He asked.

It took me months to think of my first child's name. The one I picked first didn't seem like it was appropriate for a child that was a mistake. 

"I wanted to name her something stronger, but pretty, like my sister." I replied.

"Yeah, ok, can we change her name? Something more sweet? Like Charlotte? Or Julia?"

I finished up and washed my hands and asked. 

"Why?" I came back into the room as he looked up as he said.

"It's my mother's and my grandmother's name." I crawled back into my side of the bed.

"Tell you what if you have another girl you can name her that, I like Victoria." 

"What was your sister's name?" He asked.

"Elizabeth but everybody called her Beth." Thinking back to her smiling face, and her brunette hair, blue eyes, and her crooked smile. With her pink strawberry shortcake helmet on. Her haunting voice, saying, "Wait for me!" I shed a tear thinking back to that day. 

"My father blames me for her accident since we were together when she died. My father ingrained into my head because I didn't get off my bike and walk my sister across the road she won't have been hit. The man in the car didn't even see her as he hit her. I still dream of my sister."

I whispered. I turned and took Victoria in my arms. I got up from bed and laid her down in her crib. I clicked off my bed side lamp as I laid down. It wasn't long until I was fast asleep. 

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Three

Chapter 3

I pulled my Dodge SUV into the apartment building that I had my very first small condo in. I had bought it with the money my father had sort of left me when he passed. I was on my own since I was eighteen. I had worked and slaved at every job, I started my own company when I was nineteen. It wasn't until I was on my maternity leave that I learned what time off was. I was enjoying it until tonight that is. I still worked from home with the baby in tow.

I owned a cleaning business, and it made a little money last year. This year I lost more people due to my pregnancy, and not being there for people. The stress of my business made Victoria pop out sooner. I was still happy with every out come. I pushed Victoria into my warm condo. I took her out of her stroller and put her into her bouncy vibrating chair beside my desk. Put it on a viberate so she could still sleep, seeing she liked movement.

Victoria's father Mitchell Stalz owned a ranch in Calgary and made money off of the meat, it was good meat. He was very wealthy his whole family was. His family struck oil when his grandfather was a baby, and ever since then the family had money. I didn't stand a chance in hell to date him, I did still have the best part of him. I looked down at the sleeping baby with a half smile on my face. The best part? Really Coals?  My subconscious sneered at me. Ignoring her abusive voice, I set my mind to work. 

I looked at my employees hours and made calls to accounting and checking out every girl who had handed in the receipts, and cash. Making sure everybody had an equal and fair Christmas bonus. I looked around at the papers. Again another month and I was struggling to make everything work. I was staring at the screen I closed my eyes for a second. I felt my eyes and body grow heavy with sleep, when my phone rang. I answered with a yawn in my mouth.

"Christina Coals cleaning services how may I assist you?" 

"You answer all your calls like that?" It was Mitchell. 

"No, but I'm tired and the office is closed." I sighed, I hated the business I dived into, since it was better the stripping. 

"Well I called because I felt I owe you an explanation, see I like you, as a person. I just don't want a wife or kids. I like knowing I can do what I want. I like having that freedom."

Ok that pissed me off! I'm tired I have a baby hanging from my body at least seven to eight times a day, freedom left along time ago. 

"Fuck you." I think I heard him stop breathing as I continued.

"You think I have freedom now? I choose to have a child because it would give my life some hope that it's not all bad and it isn't, I still have my freedom, with or without you." I stopped to catch my breath, he somehow made me feel angry. "You do what you like I don't care if you send a cheque. I can do just fine either way." Lair. My subconscious piped up, as I spoke my piece. I waited for him to answer back. 

"What do you want? Me to be there to help hold your hand?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he said it.

"Don't bother, just go away." I almost screamed into the phone. 

"Why don't I sue you for child endangerment. Take away your problem and you wouldn't have to think about diapers or bottles." He would love that control as I thought about it.

"What do you want Mitchell?" I breathed, all thoughts were out of answers.

"I don't want the baby and I want the baby, I don't know it's all new to me. I just know I don't want you to be the mother." I didn't answer back I just hung up on him.

He can go screw off,  I double checked my front door, it was locked. I turned off my iPhone and unplugged the main line. I put a sleeping Victoria down in her crib and I crawled into my bed.

I laid in bed and thought about the first Christmas which was a half week away. I had kept to myself about this pregnancy since it was an accident. My best friend knew what had happened. My family didn't know. Then again my perfect older sister knowing I had a child out of wedlock would give her nagging rights for a few hours, if not years.

I had little to no money for food or my mortgage next two weeks and Christmas. Thinking of how to pick up extra clients. I looked at Victoria, she can find out next year about Santa. I turned off my light it would only be hour or so that Victoria would be waking up for her three am feeding. 

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Two

Chapter 2

"I'm sorry, mine?" Seeing Mitchell's eyes, I could see the shock knowing the news took him by surprise.

As it did me when the test stick said, "Pregnant." That was a bad day in the doctors office. I nodded, watching his next move. I saw him out his hand over his mouth to cover the intake of breath. The shock I gave him was too much. My throat had closed in, this was a mistake. I turned to keep going in a busy shopping mall.

It took me all of an hour and half to get Victoria ready to see Santa. It will take me half an hour to get back in the truck and drive home.

I walked quickly down the walk way of the big mall it was white and purple from all of the Christmas decorations hung up. I heard his walking behind me coming closer as I moved a bit faster.

"Hey wait up, Christina, stop please." He called to me.

I didn't look up or turn around I moved forward until his hand touched my coat again. I stopped, as he looked into my eyes.

"Stop please, just let's talk ok?" He asked and I nodded. 

"I thought you were on something like a shot or pills? You said yes to something." His face a little out of breath while he asked me. As if he was trying to fit the pieces together of how this happened. I thought back to what my doctor had said when I taken the shot. Sadly my doctor had failed to mention to me that sometimes the shot will run out a week or two early. With Melissa wedding stress's weighing on my shoulders, it was only natural to think I did or didn't get the shot that one or two weeks earlier.

"I was, and it failed me, I was too pregnant when I found out, I counted and doubled checked everything I fucked up it's my fault." I looked down as I replied, I feeling disappointed with myself. No matter how many times I said it was my fault it really wasn't.

Mitchell looked angry with himself, as he ran his fingers though his hair.

"Christina, I don't like kids I never have, I can't be a father, but I can give you money or support or nannies. Just tell me."

I nodded again. I asked as I looked to the floor.

"Can you try to be a part-time father?" Trying hard not to sound like I was begging for help. He shook his head. 

"No Christina, just I never liked holding or touching babies," I nodded again. This was not only a mistake, but a disappointing let down. To both him and myself of how we saw this evening going.

"I see" I said not trying to sound disappointed. He ran his hand though his hair again, growing more angrier as he did. 

"Fuck ok, let me hold her, if she screams, I will send just cheques."

I nodded. I unbuckled my sleeping daughter and lifted her into my arms then to my body as the nurse told me how to do in the hospital. While I was holding her small body only weighting seven pounds somehow turned into twenty. I looked at him.

"Ready?" He held his hands and arms out like he had held a baby once.

"Ready." I passed her to him, and watched as my sleeping baby melted into the strongest man I knew in a second. Not a cry and not a scream came her mouth. He held her head and body in his arms as he got to know his only daughter. Her black hair matched his black hair. He smelt her head as I tried not to cry as I watched them meet for the first time.

"Ok!" He said as he looked at me, he had enough to hold her. He passed her back to me as he did. Barely looking into my eyes.

"I can't do this, not to you, not to her. I will just send you money, I have to." He looked up the hallway we just walked down as I knew the next part. I nodded fighting back the tears.

"I'm sorry to do this to you." He mumbled as he left. I put Victoria in the stroller as our first trip out was ruined by a father she will never know and a mother who was crying in a shopping mall on their way to meet Santa. 

The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter One

Chapter 1

I push my baby stroller in from the icy cold winds of the early December evening. Pulling my red long hooded, fake fur coat around my body as I pushed with one hand into the shopping mall. I look up to see where I am going and I see him. I do a double take as I look at him. I can't believe it, he found me, the son of bitch Mitchell Stalz found me. I have two ways to deal with this, one: run. I look down at my baby in the pink and white stroller. My daughter Victoria is only ten days old. She and him will never know each other. Two: talk to him.

Yeah right Coals, talk to him, we all know how that ended. Just run! My subconscious screamed. I blankly stared at him. I snap out of it as my mind gives me the command to turn around and walk away. As I turned to look away, he lock eyes with me. No!

"Christina? Christina Coals?" He called to me, my body was frozen to the spot. The man had so much power over me. His voice cooed me into a sexual submission to leave me wanting more. His touch left me aching for more, the way his hand ran over mine and danced on my palm, set a fire inside of me, that somehow burns brightly to today. He told me he wanted to give me the world, only to find the world meant until the sun rose. In which case there was a small envelop on the night stand with a thousand dollars cash and a note saying.

I had a great time! Talk soon!

Only he didn't have my number, it was a un-classily one night stand. It was my first and only one night stand. Normally I would let a guy, wine and dine me. I have had only a few serious boyfriends, but nothing like him. I stood still, hoping he would turn and walk away. I heard the clip sound of his business shoes come closer. The closer he came the more I became feeling scared. Mitchell stood right behind me, my thoughts stopped as did my breathing.

"Get a grip, Coals!" My subconscious mind shouted. I turned back towards him as he looked at me. My tired blue eyes with his warm green eyes. He had the face of a sex god, with a five o'clock shadow made him even sexier. He was built too, an eight-pack under his dress shirt, as well as a demon in his pants…oh God why am I craving him now? 

"Christina, how have you been?" I let out my breath as I looked into his green eyes, his eyes held something deep for me as we made well screwed our way though the night. 

"I'm ok, I have to go!" Pointing aimless around me hoping he'd get lost. He ran his hand though his inky black hair that was cut short. Another thing I liked about him in fact the hair my daughter Victoria has turned black. She looked so much like him I was scared for him to notice. 

"You were always busy going places, I never could keep track of you."

What a load of crap! My subconscious snapped back. He never called. Even after I asked my best friend Melissa about him. He wasn't interested with me, he was trying to make himself look better by saying I didn't call because I thought you were too busy to get laid again. Mitchell looked down at Victoria.

"Who is this princess? Is she is yours?" He smiled as he ask the question.

"Vic...Victoria, yes she is mine, it was nice seeing you, I have to go!" I turned to run down the hallway, to get away as fast I as I could. His long hand and fingers reached out and grabbed my coat.

"Christina, why are you running away from me?" He asked me as he caught up with me. I thought long and hard for an answer. I replied.

"You charmed me, you got so far under my skin we spent an amazing night together and sure enough you forgot to take my number down and why bother calling a girl you just boned as a drunk dare. I was left feeling so hurt."

I looked at him, he looked back into my eyes, my platinum blonde hair, my dry fair skin, my cheeks rosy from the cold air whipping at my cheeks.

"Just go, you done enough." I stammered out as I start to push my daughter away the tears threatening to push over. He came beside me.

"I'm sorry Christina your right, but look at you now, you have a family, and I saw you by chance. Maybe if you didn't have a boyfriend or a baby we could have started over, but I'm sorry." He reached his hand out to me, to shake it good bye, a tear slipped down my cheek, before I could stop myself I whispered.

"She's yours." 

this is the blog page devoted to

Hey there, this is ashley the writer so I wanted to let you all know I have another page on blogger.com and that is this one, this is one is more for my care free ideals that have formed into stories. So the stories of Victoria's Father. And one that is untitled but it as formed into a real chapter or anything. This page is meant to explore into my writing skills and for you the reader to see them. Plus I want to Freelance stories of my life, so any things you see and read. Enjoy!