Page 31 of The Billionaire's Contract Baby

"Why do you ask that?"

"So, you hate me?"

"I never said that. Don't put words into my mouth. I don't hate you." I discovered I had raised my voice.

She smiled mockingly. "It seemed so. I acknowledge that I did something wrong, and I betrayed your trust. But why did you have to go so far? You hurt me and made everything worse." Her tone was wry and sad. There was no accusation in her voice.

I sighed, looking away from her. It was time we faced the elephant in the room. “I was angry and betrayed. In my anger, I made the wrong choices, and I apologize for that and how you were treated at court. However, this hit too close for me to ignore. I had a son, and there was a chance you could have brought him to me, but you didn't…that felt like an insult. I believed the worst things about you, Crystal. It was so hard not to."

After what I said, a heavy silence occupied the room like an unwelcome visitor. The muted sound from the TV was a bit eerie. Crystal broke the silence, “I guess you're right. We both made the wrong choices. If I were in your shoes, I might have done worse, but what I expected of you was a modicum of empathy. Imagine a young girl with no one in her life. She had big dreams, and her only chance was to have a child for a couple - her body was but a vessel - and it was not out of love. It failed, then like a miracle, the pregnancy came.

"She never expected it, and no matter how much she tried, the child's father was high up in status and powerful. She had no way to reach him. In her foolishness and zeal, she decided to take care of the child without the father. But it wasn't easy. No, Lorenzo, it wasn't so easy for me. I had a birth complication, which made the doctor rush me to the operating room for emergency surgery. I watched them open me up just to bring my child into this world. Even when I was sewn back up, for months it still felt like I was reliving that painful moment. But the child that came as a result – with his cries and laughs - made the suffering worth it. I loved Alfred before he was born and vowed to devote my life to him.

"Taking him away from me almost broke me. I have learned not to blame you, and I would cherish the chance to be with him even if I have to act as anannyas bloody free labor." She said that in a British accent, hitting me with her shoulder jovially. I was shocked that she could tell such a painful story and keep a smile on her face.

"I never knew that. I'm sorry. If it's any comfort, it's clear to all who that you and he share an unbreakable bond. I only wish I had that," I confessed.

She placed her hand on mine, "I can help you with that. You are his father, and I know my son better than anyone else. He has taken a liking to you, and by spending more time with him, soon you'll feel that love here." She placed a second hand on my chest. My heart was beating steadily. I looked into her twinkling eyes and saw the small smile on her lips. Everything about her reminded me of the nights we had been together, our warm bodies keeping out the cold.

I let out a shuddering breath. "You don't have to be a nanny anymore. It was wrong for me to have tried to come between you and Alfred." I placed my hand on hers.

"You've apologized enough. Most times, I wonder why things played out like this. Is fate real?" She was so close to me that I could feel her breath. My eyes were focused on her moving lips.

I didn't notice that I was already hard. Her hands suddenly felt hot on my skin. Her cologne made me want to bring her close to relish more of her. Tentatively, I brought my finger to her lips. They were soft and warm. I leaned in to kiss her. Her head jerked back, and I stopped, feeling foolish. Why would she want to be with me after what I had put her through?

Her hand on my chest went to my back and pushed me. I was surprised to see the mirth in her eyes as my body crashed into hers, pushing her back on the arm of the sofa. "What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly.

"Shhhh…" Her arms went around my neck and without pause, she brought her lips to mine. I took the lead, pulling her waist close to my loins. Her knees lightly brushed my erection, drawing a moan from me. She was soft and willing in my arms. We were hungry for each other as our lips made wet sounds. In our excitement, we rolled off the couch, landing on the pillows on the floor.

I grunted as her body fell on mine. She pushed her hands against my chest and slowly ground her ass on my arousal. Electric currents of pleasure curled my toes in ecstasy. In her eyes, I saw a wildness she needed to release. I promised myself to satisfy her. My hands went to her shirt and unbuttoned it quickly. I pushed myself off the ground, holding her waist and then pushed my face into the soft flash of her bosom. She shuddered in response.

I flipped her to the ground, her back facing up. Expertly, I took off all her clothes and mine included. Her shapely waist curved to show me the beautiful arch of her ass. I slapped both cheeks, rapidly testing their bounce. She cried - not in pain but in enjoyment - wiggling her ass. The area went red quickly, showing my handprints.

"Lorenzo, please… more…" The harder she pleaded, the more I wanted to devour her immediately. I put my weight onto her body. My hard length pressed in between her ass cheeks. I grabbed her boobs and craned my neck to kiss her. My passion was growing too hot, and my mind was consumed with the thought of her. Without haste, I put my hand on her waist, pushing on her back to make her arch her back.

Getting a clear view of her entrance, I took my length and positioned it there. She was wilder than I thought, immediately pushing her ass back to take me in. She stopped halfway because of how tight she was. I was sweating hard. I held my breath, stopping myself from tensing my muscles; if not, I'd be done soon with the way her walls had clamped down on me.

After pausing for a moment, she relaxed, and I pushed my full-length in. I started thrusting hard and fast as I could while we tried to keep our voices down so as not to disturb Alfred. I was tired of just seeing her back. So, I made Crystal lie down and raised one of her legs.

I made her kiss me as I inserted myself into her again. She was so wet now that I didn't have to worry about friction. I held the kiss while I thrust into her. I was so close to cumming, which made me plunge as deep as I could go and released myself inside her. I was a sweating mess. Her eyes were glazed, and her lips swollen, but she smiled nonetheless, "Would you help me finish?" she asked softly.

Still inside her, I spread her legs and positioned myself above her. "It would be my pleasure." I thrust in and out slowly while fondling her breasts. It was slow and intense. She wrapped her hands around my head, asking me to bite her flesh. Her body tensed greatly, stopping me from thrusting as her internal muscles held me in place. She orgasmed with my name on her lips.

Chapter 20

CRYSTAL

Sexthistimearoundfeels complete - like it was meant to be. I had been afraid of what my life would be like under Lorenzo's roof after our falling out. I was surprised when Marie came to me before she left to talk. She was more amiable than before, and although she didn't explicitly apologize to me, there was a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

Confronting Lorenzo had been a move I thought would lead to another argument between us. However, with all that had happened, the tension between us had died down. I took that opportunity not really knowing what would come of it. I was scared and tired, ready to be done with the whole issue. I groaned in contentment as I rolled on my back, looking at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. It was Lorenzo's. I could feel his arm resting lazily on my waist and his steady breathing beside me. I smiled to myself - we had gone all out last night. The state of his bed would testify to that.

I was letting myself feel a measure of happiness at this connection again with Lorenzo. It was more than just sex - it was the way he knew and understood my body. How he held me and looked into my eyes as he went in and out of me. Even after the peak of our passion passed, the sincerity of his emotions stayed the same. What to do with this? Was it too early to go forward with our relationship? That's if we could call it that.

"What are you thinking about?" His rough, deep voice sent tingles up my spine. I looked at him watching as the sunlight danced across his skin.

"Nothing in particular. I just wonder how things turned out." He took his hand away from my waist and sat up, his back resting against the headboard. I joined him to do the same. I pulled the blanket over my chest to cover my bare breasts; I was a bit shy having my body exposed in the daytime.

"I like how things have turned out, and I would like to keep it this way. What about you?" He asked with hope in his voice.

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