The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(225)

“I’m talking about some local slut that is just after you for your money. I bet she set this up to record you two so she could blackmail you for it.”

Aiden clenched his teeth, attempting to hold back his frustration.

“Greg, you’re a good manager. You helped make me famous, and I think you for that.” Aiden said. “But don’t think for one second that you can talk about the company that I keep like that.”

That shut him up; Greg might have been the brains, but he certainly wasn’t the face, and he knew that he wouldn’t make a dime if he got fired.

“Take your damn camera, and get rid of that video. We’re on the road again tomorrow morning; I just want to put this behind us.”

He left, still in a ball of rage. All interest I had in being close with Aiden tonight fled from me. I wanted to run out of there and not stop till I got home; I was so embarrassed.

Aiden just pushed a few buttons on the camera, pulled out the memory card, and handed it to me.

“You mean a lot to me, I know we’ve only spent one afternoon together, but hopefully, this helps you trust me. If you wanted to destroy my career, you could. But, I don’t think you want that. So, I’m entrusting this with you.”

I took the memory card and tucked it into my cleavage.

“Listen, I need to get some sleep tonight. I wanted you to come with me, but I don’t know if I could make it happen. At least, Bruce and Liddy are having a good time.”

I looked inside; they were making out already, and I had a feeling that I would be going home alone.

“We’ll be back through here in about two months. But, that doesn’t mean that I want to wait two months before I see you again.”

I nodded.

“Do you want to visit me on the road?”

I thought about it for a minute. Of course, I want to visit that biggest rock star on the road. But, I had too much to do.

“I can’t, Aiden, I’m in school and this next week is finals. If I pass my classes, then I’ll be graduating with a degree in journalism.”

He laughed again.

“You’re telling me that I just gave the biggest story of the year to an up and coming journalist? Wow, do I know how to make decisions.”

I giggled as well.

“Your secret is safe with me; I don’t want to see my face in some tabloid magazine anytime soon.”

“Well, if you can’t visit me on the road, then you should know that we’ll be back through this way in about two months. I want you to come see me then.”

I nodded again; this was becoming an odd habit.

“I will be there,” was all I could say.

We hugged, and he went on his way.

It was a lonely car ride home.



5.

I started getting phone calls the following day.

It was Aiden; he wanted to know more about me. We would spend hours on the phone chatting when he wasn’t at rehearsal, and I wasn’t in class.

Hardly a day passed where we didn’t actually talk for a little while, and some nights I would fall asleep with my phone on while we fell asleep together.

I learned a few things, like how his name wasn’t really Aiden, it was Chris. But, I kept calling him Aiden because that was the name I got to know him by, and he barely answered to his real name anymore.

I spent many happy moments watching our love making session on the beach over again. I would play with myself while watching and would still feel his powerful body on top of mine, driving me into the sand.

Things got a little more interesting after a few weeks, my period was late, and a quick trip to the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. It tied my stomach in knots, and I tried my best to keep my secret, but I couldn’t help myself, so I told Liddy.

She freaked out, as I assumed. I didn’t really mind someone making a big deal about it. But, I needed her to keep it a secret because I didn’t want to impact Aiden’s career.

I had to tell him, though, and I had to tell him in person.

I booked a flight to the city he played in and let him know I would be on the way. He was more excited than I thought he would be.

I met him backstage before the show.

“Aiden,” I said.

“Lela,” he replied.

I couldn’t get out the words; I was choking on them.

“Lela, maybe we could find somewhere a little private and have some fun before the show,” he said.

I honestly felt the same way, and maybe I would grow more of a backbone afterward. We rushed backstage to his dressing room, which he locked and propped a chair against the knob.

I was practically undressed before the door was closed, and he was in a rush to do the same.

I stripped his pants off him and buried my face in his manhood. I slid his long, thick member down my throat as far as I could. I could hear his moans of pleasure as I bobbed up and down.

It surprised me how long he lasted, but he stopped me before I could finish him off, and he pressed me against a wall. I could feel my sex dripping all over him as he pushed himself into me.

I tried my best to avoid screaming with pleasure, but it was difficult. I had to bite down on a pillow to avoid making too much noise.

I felt it again, almost like everything from the last month was leading up to this moment and the excitement and pleasure gave me an intense, earth-shattering orgasm. I felt him releasing inside me. I didn’t mind at all, this time; I had nothing to be scared of anymore.