Page 2 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

I nodded, only feeling a little guilty that I’d be hiding something so important from her. “I understand.”

He kissed me again, groaning as his hand gripped my hip and he positioned his dick at my entrance. “Good Christ, you make me needy.” He sank into me, and it was the most glorious feeling in my life.

It was like what you read in romance novels but never believe. He was thick and pulsing with life inside me. And then he moved, and the friction was mind blowing. It didn’t take me long to hit the edge and fly again.

“Yes... Fuck, your pussy is tight.” His head reared back as he drove into me. Liquid heat filled me. Emotion swept through me at the knowledge of this man now being inside me, a part of me, leaving something of his behind. Perhaps I was being a silly young woman, but one can’t help how they feel, right?

And that was how it started. Three months before graduation, I began an affair with my best friend’s father and internship supervisor. As graduation approached, we showed no sign of ending. I’d secured a job with the company in a different department that would keep me close to him.

I had visions of becoming Mrs. Henry Banion, even though he was still adamant that no one, especially Victoria, could know about us. I believed in time, as his love for me grew, we’d find a way past this odd situation. Victoria might think it was weird, but she’d get over it, wanting her father’s happiness and mine.

It was a week before graduation, and I was certain that tonight was the night Henry was going to ask me to join him in his life and business. I hadn't seen him much this week because he’d been very busy. I’d admit, for a minute, I thought he might be ignoring me. But then he invited me to his house in the Hamptons for the weekend.

Victoria was spending most of her time in the library finishing up her senior thesis, so I knew she wouldn't notice that I was gone or ask too many questions. Of course, once Henry asked me to be part of his life, we’d have to tell her, but she and Henry were so close and I felt certain she'd support us.

I determined that Henry's busyness this week wasn't just work-related, but that he’d also been planning a romantic weekend in the Hamptons. Yes, my life was about to be set in the most perfect way possible.

Henry messaged me telling me he was heading out to the house early but that he'd arranged a ride for me once I was done with class. It was normal for us to travel separately unless our time together was work-related.

When I arrived, I entered the house, surprised that Henry wasn't at the door to grab and pin me against the wall and take me right there like he'd been dying to have me.

"Henry?" I set my overnight bag down in the foyer and made my way through the living room to the back of the house. Henry loved to sit out on the deck and look out over the beach. But as I peered through the window, I didn't see him there.

"Samantha."

I turned my head to his voice. He stood at the bar with a nearly empty glass of bourbon sitting in front of him. Both his hands were on the bar, and his shoulders were hunched with his head slightly down.

Worry gripped my belly. "What's wrong?" I rushed over to him as a multitude of thoughts filled my brain. Was he sick? Was the company going bankrupt? Had something happened to Victoria?

When I reached him, I put my hand on his forearm.

He let out a frustrated groan, and then he pulled away. "We need to talk." He opened the bottle of bourbon, pouring more into his glass. "Do you want a glass?"

I shook my head. "I want to know what's going on?" The only other times people had said “We need to talk,” it wasn’t good.

He picked up his glass and walked around the bar, heading out to the living room. I stood where I was with a feeling that all my hopes and dreams were about to come apart. Finally, I made my way around the bar into the living room as well, but I didn't approach him.

He took a sip of his drink and then said, "Why don't you sit down?"

I noticed that he couldn’t look me directly in the eyes. Because he couldn't, I didn't want to sit down. I wanted to go to him and make him look at me. Make him see the woman he hadn't been able to get enough of for the last few months.

But I wasn't a confrontational woman. That was Victoria. She was assertive and often demanding. I wasn't shy, but neither was I outgoing, nor was I prone to assertiveness.

I sank down on the couch and attempted to shore up my strength to hear whatever Henry was going to tell me, knowing I wasn't going to like it. I stared up at him, willing him to look me in the eyes.

He took another sip and turned to look out the large window toward the ocean. "The thing is..."

"Look at me, Henry. I deserve the respect of having you look at me." The words shocked me, as they weren't something I’d normally say. But I couldn’t stand that he was hiding from me. That he wasn’t decent enough to see how his words would impact me.

His head tilted to the side as if he was trying to stretch out his neck. He took a large gulp of his drink and then turned around, looking straight at me.

He swallowed. "Fuck." He downed his drink and inhaled the deep breath. Whatever it was he had to say, it wasn't easy for him.

"This thing between us has to end. Right now."

Even knowing it was coming didn't lessen the searing pain in my heart. The tears welled in my eyes, but I did my best to sit still and listen to him.

"I'm flying to Los Angeles tonight, where I'll remain until Tori’s graduation. You’ll finish up your internship as normal, and after graduation, you have a week to get your things together and start a job at the Pac-News Media Group in Seattle. You will head their online media marketing. Your starting salary will be eighty thousand, but in six months, it will go up to one hundred thousand if you prove yourself, as I know you will."

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