The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(150)

I ordered a drink for the two of us, and Devlin shot me a look of empathy, I think he knew what I was in for, so he made my drink extra strong.

“Alright, what’s on your mind, Jake, I know it’s a tough loss,” I said, pushing the beverage across the table.

“Loss I can deal with, its women that drive me crazy,” he replied before taking a large sip of his drink.

“Women? I’d think you’d be more concerned about your prospects for next season. If you throw up another loss this season, there’s a good chance you won’t be back next year. And, we’re only half way in.”

“I know. It’s Monica. She’s driving me crazy. She came to me with an ultimatum after the game. It was either get married to her so she can start a family or she was going to leave.”

“That’s rough, what did you do?” I asked.

“I opened the door for her,” he laughed, “she just walked out and said she’d be back for her things.”

I giggled. “Wow, that’s rough, pal.”

“She’s been harping on my since the beginning of the season, it’s driving me insane, it’s been all I could think about. I don’t want kids, not right now.”

I took another sip from my drink. He did the same.

“So, what are we going to do about it,” I asked.

“I’ll probably meet up with some random girl and f*ck her brains out tonight,”

I spat out more scotch, soaking his shirt for the second time tonight.

“This is going to make it difficult to meet someone. Thanks, Angie.”

He sighed and wiped what he could off the shirt. I leaned back, and could tell the alcohol was starting to affect my judgment, but I was drunk so what did I know.

“Give me one minute.” I walked to the bar and paid my bill. Devlin shot me a wink; I think he knew what was going to happen. I gestured for him to keep his lips sealed. He nodded, but I knew that there were plenty of other people that came to him for gossip. I tipped him well, hoping that it would give me a day before any word got around.

Upon returning to the table, Jake was taking his other shirt off.

I swooned. He had that V-shaped chest that got me wet just thinking about. I bent over and leaned in close to him. It must have caught him by surprise because he leaned back, trying to avoid me doing more damage.

“If you want discreet and fun, I already said my place was just down the block.”

I rubbed along the length of his leg, and I could see a smile devilishly form on the edges of his mouth.

“Come to my address in ten minutes. Don’t get up until after I leave.”

I wrote my address down on the back of a business card, slipped it into his hand, and left.



3.

It was a busy night out for a Sunday. Being a block away made getting home pretty easy, even though my heels weren’t helping in the slightest.

I was on the 12th floor, it was the second highest floor of the building, and my neighbors liked to constantly remind me of that. The view was still excellent.

I always liked to keep things tidy, but it was rare for me to spend more than a couple hours at home, so being messy was difficult anyway. Once inside, and with the door shut, I sloughed my dress. I hadn’t expected to be this excited.

Jake was one of my first clients, which was probably why my boss always had me watching out for him. He was always so intimidating to stand next to, his large and well-built frame made me feel so small. That was part of the allure, though.

I picked up my dress and hung it nicely in the closet, taking the chance to throw my heels in there as well. I had barely closed the closet door when I heard a knock at the door.

I hopped my way across the cool floor, only realizing I was topless when I came to a stop in front of the door. I threw a hand over my exposed chest and pulled the door open enough to see who was outside.

Jake was wearing his soiled shirt, now a little wrinkled, but I didn’t care. The person under it was gorgeous, and he was all mine tonight. I gestured him in, and he entered.

He took a moment to look around the apartment while I shut the door. With him distracted I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I don’t want to be the only one topless for long,” I whispered in his ear.

I had never seen a man take off his shirt faster, as he nearly knocked me to the floor in his efforts. I couldn’t help my laughter; he was so eager that it was hard for me to keep a straight face.

When he turned around and saw me standing there in my tiniest panties, I could almost see him salivate. He pulled me close for a passionate kiss, and I returned in kind; massaging up and down his muscular back as I did.

He had to lift me off the ground so that I could reach up to his height, and I liked it. It felt like he could throw me around, and I wanted him to.

I reached down and started undoing his pants. I could already feel his throbbing member waiting for release from beneath. He pulled me away for a second and set me back upon the floor. I giddily slid his pants down and was greeted by his erect beast.

Without a thought, I began to stroke his shaft with my hand. I looked up at him with lust in my eyes as I licked the head. He let out a moan of pleasure, and I couldn’t help myself anymore. I took him into my mouth and began to slide it in and out.

He quivered with delight as I continued my task. I could taste some of his juice coming out of the tip.