Page 18 of Massive Size Mountain Man
“Well … well, just because!”
He grinned at me, blue eyes dancing.
“It’s not just because. There’s a lot of value in having you available to me whenever I want, sweetheart. I’d love to have your curves on demand, and your sweetness in my bed whenever I want. Maybe I’m a wealthy man who’s used to getting everything I want, but it’s just cold, hard facts. Sooner or later, it’s going to happen. You’re mine, Avalon.”
To say that my heart took off for the stratosphere at those words would be an understatement. I was breathless with desire and giddy with the knowledge that I belong to Liam. Plus, I knew in my heart of hearts that Liam was right, so I stayed in bed with him that day, and when my manager called, I happily gave him the “I quit” speech that I’d been rehearsing in my head for weeks. It felt so good, and I felt lighthearted and free after doing it. Then, I moved into Liam’s mansion, and have basically become a kept woman. The CEO works during the day, and then comes home for a gourmet dinner prepared by his chef while I sit at his side in lingerie and high heels. Then, we go upstairs for our nightly shenanigans, and I’ve never felt more blissful because I love having the handsome alpha male in me. He’s insanely huge, but I’ve been able to adjust somewhat, although Liam still has to work it in carefully the first time each night.
But I’m in seventh heaven because not only is Liam a dream lover, but he’s also given me my freedom. I don’t have to worry about working, putting food on the table, or thinking about what comes next in my future. I don’t have to stress about my lack of a college degree, nor contemplate going back to school so that I can increase my future earnings potential. Instead, Liam’s given me the freedom to relax, and to choose how I spend my time. I can lounge around by his pool while reading romance novels, or workout in his private gym while listening to music. I can go shopping using his credit card, before coming home and bingeing on Netflix to my heart’s delight. Liam’s provided me a life of leisure, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I love it.
But in the three months since I moved in, things have changed. He used to come home almost every night for dinner, but lately, he’s been staying late at the office more and more. I suppose it’s to be expected because the man is the CEO of two companies, and has to earn his hefty paycheck. Still, it’s disquieting because my life revolves around this man. Liam Carrington is dynamic, powerful, and sexy, and I’m head over heels in love.
You’re so silly for falling in love, Avalon, the voice in my head chides. You know that’s not supposed to happen.
But it did, so don’t blame her, the other voice in my mind retorts. It’s natural because what woman could resist Liam Carrington, sexy trillionaire CEO?
It’s true, and I smile happily. Still, tonight was a special night because I actually cooked the food myself, and have something incredible to share. Liam and I use birth control, but protection is never perfect, and we’ve slipped up once or twice. But I’m young and fertile, and he’s a virile alpha male, and the unexpected happened because I’m now pregnant with his baby! I took a home pregnancy test yesterday, and couldn’t believe my eyes at the two pink stripes. Then, I took another test, and another, just to be sure, but they all came back positive. I am definitely expecting the CEO’s child.
To be honest, I’m not sure how he’d react because he already has two daughters. I have yet to meet Madison or Ellie, but I’m sure they’re sweet girls. Liam hasn’t said much about their mothers either, but I know he’s an integral part of his daughters’ lives.
But still. Disappointment sits heavy in my heart at his absence because I really wanted to tell Liam about the pregnancy. I wanted to make it special too, so I’m already decked out in a sparkly demi-bra and matching g-string, with the special stilettos that look like they have heels made of crystal. But the man isn’t coming home anytime soon, and so I pull on my silky robe before carefully placing one of the pregnancy tests right next to his plate. He often eats after getting home, and I know he’ll see it. Then I march upstairs, determined to get my beauty sleep because I’m an expectant mama and I need to take especial care of myself … after all, I’m shielding Liam Carrington’s baby inside my belly now.
8
Avalon
Oddly, I didn’t hear Liam come in last night, although the sheets next to me were tangled, indicating that he slept there. His pillow was depressed and the closet door was open, so he definitely came home, got undressed, got in bed, and then left again for work. But I suppose I was sleeping the sleep of the dead, and maybe Liam didn’t want to disturb me. Maybe pregnant ladies just conk out more, since we’re tired from gestating a child inside. The memory warms me again to know that I’m expecting a Carrington child.
But still, why didn’t Liam wake me? Usually, he pulls me close to that huge form, my back against his broad chest, and I sigh with contentment. Then, I’ll feel something nudge against the softness of my thighs and before I realize it, that massive shaft is penetrating my wetness, my body obeying the command of Liam’s more powerful one. More than once, I’ve fallen asleep straight after too, and woken in the morning to find his semen sticky on my thighs. It’s a wonderful way to begin the day, and I always smile like a Cheshire Cat, knowing that I’ve pleased my man.
But this morning, Liam was nowhere to be seen and there was no telltale wetness on my thighs so I know we didn’t make love in the grey light of dawn. Puzzled, I got up and got dressed, before putting his mysterious absence out of my head. Then, I ate a solitary breakfast downstairs before retreating to the library to peruse my latest thriller.
The story is amazing actually. It’s about a housemaid who works for a young suburban couple in Paris. Unfortunately, everything’s not as it seems with the perfect couple, and … dun, dun, dun… there’s a murder! I read raptly, consuming the pages at quicksilver pace while eating bonbons and sipping on herbal tea. Then, my phone rings, and I pick up. It’s an unknown caller, but I know that Liam uses a special service that jumbles his number so that it's undetectable. He doesn’t always want people to know it’s the CEO on the other side.
“Hello?” I ask, slightly breathless.
“Is this Avalon Leigh?” a pleasant male voice speaks. Oh, it’s not Liam, and immediately, walls come up.
“Yes, this is Avalon. Who’s this?”
“My name is Jimmy Warren, and I’m Mr. Carrington’s personal attorney. He may have spoken of me in the past?”
I pause.
“No, in fact he hasn’t mentioned you,” I say in a guarded voice. “Why?”
“Well, I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Carrington. I understand that you’re expecting his child.”
My eyes widen because how would he know? Duh, because Liam must have told him. My fingers white-knuckle on my cell as my heart begins to pound. Why is Liam’s personal lawyer calling me about my pregnancy? This can’t be good.
“Yes, I’m expecting a baby with Mr. Carrington,” I say in a tense voice. “Why?”
Jimmy Warren clears his throat.
“Well, I’ve been instructed to discuss your future plans with respect to the child, and to make any settlements as needed.”
“I plan on keeping my baby,” I say in a terse voice. “Why, was there something else?”
“No, of course not,” Mr. Warren says courteously. “Mr. Carrington is more than excited to become a father again. However, as a man of ultra-high net worth, you can understand why it’s important that he settle these matters in a manner that’s both fair to him, and fair to the child and the child’s mother. He wants what’s best for his progeny, and we find that careful planning, collaboration, and goal-setting have worked well in the past.”
