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.