Page 11 of Damaged Grumpy Billionaire Daddy

“Oh, Carson, I—“ But, I didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to listen. I only wanted her. She was finally not pushing me away. I took advantage and skimmed my hands over her slender form. I quickly divested her of her sundress. She stood before me in white panties, no bra. She gasped as I touched her breasts. Then, my mouth replaced my hands. She started to pant as I sucked on a nipple. Her hands tugged on my hair, but it was to keep me in place this time.

I slipped my hand between her legs and found her wet for me. I slipped in a finger; she was so tight. I worked her slowly. I heard her breathless moan as I managed to slip in another finger, priming her to take me. I’m large, and she felt so small and fragile in my arms.

I felt like a dam had burst. She was finally allowing me to touch her, hold her, and make love to her. I watched her clear gray eyes, like deep pools, turn cloudy with her desire. I felt her first tremors, and she shattered in my arms with a low keening sound.

I grinned triumphantly down at her. I stripped in record time, grabbing a condom from my pocket. Without letting her recover or come down from her high, I carried her swiftly to the bed and followed her down. I eagerly spread her legs wider with my thigh. When she opened her mouth, I placed my hand over her lips and entered her in one smooth stroke.

I heard her gasp and removed my hand. I looked down into her heavy-lidded eyes as I pulled out and then back in as I slowly increased the pace. I reached down, threading my fingers through hers as I rode her, claiming her. It felt right.

We fell asleep together on that small bed, tangled in each other’s arms. Sometime during the night, I woke up and pulled her on top of me. Her eyes wide as she stared down at me. I helped her lower herself onto my hard length.

She took me. All of me. Like we were made for each other, I grabbed her hips as she began to rock. Soon, we were both gasping for breath. As I worked her breasts, she threw back her head, her lengthy hair flowing down her back. When we both came, she slumped against me, and I held her pressed into my chest, still connected. I rolled so we were both on our side and then we fell asleep again, our sweat-drenched bodies sticking to each other.

I blinked my eyes open to find her watching me as she lay beside me, an unreadable look on her face. It made me uncomfortable.

“Carson—“

I cut her off again, “Anna, whatever you have to tell me can wait until after we shower. Tell me over breakfast.”

She closed her eyes in defeat and nodded, “Alright, Carson.” I jumped up and held out my hand as I turned on the cabin shower. We barely fit in the small space, but we soaped and caressed each other thoroughly. I knew I was putting off the inevitable. I had a feeling I wouldn’t like whatever she had to tell me. I wasn’t even worried about what it could be. I arrogantly thought whatever it was, I would fix it.

Once we were dry, I got dressed in my clothes, and she put on shorts and a cute top. Her dark hair was damp from the shower. “Breakfast first? Then we can come back here to talk.”

I watched as she bit her lip and nodded. We walked out of her cabin and turned to see one of the cruise line’s staff, dressed all in white, approaching us. He carried a note in his hand. His face was expressionless as he looked from Anna to me.

“Mrs. Graham Johnson?” Anna turned white as she silently nodded. “I’m here to notify you that your husband’s been taken to the hospital. There’s a car waiting for you now. We’ve already docked, so you’ll be allowed to depart early.”

“Thank you. It’ll only take me a minute to pack my things.”

As the man turned away, I stood there shocked, in stunned disbelief. “You’re married?”

She turned to me, guilt clouding her eyes, “Yes. I tried to tell you. I can explain—“

“What the fuck, Anna? You tried to tell me? That is something you should have told me immediately. That first night before I kissed you.” I swing away from her, furious, only to turn back, shaking with my pent-up rage. “You cheated on your husband—“

She looked up at me, her stricken face showing her remorse; her lips trembled as she tried to hold back a sob, “No. It’s not like that. Carson, you don’t understand. Graham, he’s—“

“What’s there to understand, Anna?” My voice cut through the air, sharp with anger. “You pledged yourself to another man. And then you let me… How could you let me do that?” Shame burned in my gut as my heart ached. “I’m not a cheater. Not like you.” My lip curled as I looked at her, the words dripping with scorn.

Her cheeks glistened from her tears. “Carson, right now, I need to get to the hospital. But I’ll call you later, I’ll explain about—“

I viciously cut her off. “No. I don’t want you to call me. I don’t want to see or hear from you ever again.” Fury choked my voice. In a low, deadly tone, I told her, “You lied by omission, Anna. You’re dead to me.”

With that, I turned and walked away, each step echoing the finality of my words. I pretended not to hear the strangled sob that ripped through the silence, a sound that hammered a painful echo in my chest.

Six

Anna

I blink my eyes open. Immediately, I’m wide awake when I spot Carson sitting across from me. His face like granite, his hands clenched at his sides. I wearily sit up, rubbing my eyes. I lift my chin slightly at the look in his eyes as I try to calm my breathing.

I lick my dry lips as the silence stretches across the room, thick with unspoken emotions and past hurts, and I feel again the sting of his disapproval.

I twist my lips in a grimace. I should have known he wouldn’t make this easy for me. And why should he? He obviously thinks the worst. I square my shoulders and clear my throat.

Finally, I begin to talk in a low voice, “When I found out I was pregnant with your child. I… I tried to call you. But you had blocked my calls.”

I watch as he slowly crosses his arms over his chest, “If you truly wanted to contact me, you’d have found a way,” his voice tight, his eyes unreadable.

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