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Nicholas Russell
“Nicholas! You finally arrived with your team!”
My uncle Henry let out, welcoming me.
“Hello uncle, how have you been?” I asked, giving them a brief hug as he replied. “All good, son. Let’s go in!”
He motioned to my crew, waving his hands toward them.
“Come on along, your rooms have already been prepared just like Nicholas asked.”
“Thank you, Mr. Henry!”
The luggage, portmanteau, and devices were all carried inside by the working staff.
I removed my black glasses studying the view as soon as I was in my suite. It’s been years and some developments were done, following the installation of new seats beside the swimming pool outside with a beach umbrella shade.
“Emma…”
I muttered with a recall of how beautiful she looked today. Her jet-black hair had a bit of curl, and her white teeth, and the intensity I felt whenever she came around. After that one-night stand, I went back to being the same billionaire. One who chased women and made them spread their legs.
However, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt entirely connected to someone as I did years ago. Or today.
“Too bad you’re married, already.”
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“Good morning, Doctor.”
“Nicholas! You’re back as they say!” he exclaimed, patting my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah... What are you doing in the Country Club?” I asked him.
“I got reports of the flu amongst the community and came to check them,”
“I see.”
I was back in the rehearsing hall, as soon as possible.
“One... two... three... four, five... six, seven, eight. A little to the left, to the right, front and back.”
The dance coach let out, as the actress rehearsed her dance role in my movie series, ‘Romancing the Spinster’.
We weren’t in the main location yet, instead, it was an empty hall in the Country Club so we planned the entire thing out. The walls were soundproof so it didn’t disturb Henry’s business partners and the other elders.
Romancing a Spinster was a cowboy romance mixed with action and lots of drama I was hoping was enough to win the next awards. I had my eye for the gem, that’s why I even started this in the first place.
Through my findings, the movies we had to travel to places for ended up with more ratings due to a good viewer experience.
“And that will be all for today,” I announced, making the choreographers sigh in relief with the other actors.
It’s been hours since they’ve all been rehearsing.
A few minutes after I got to my room, a knock came in.
“Come in.”
I said, even though I wore only briefs and a white robe which flashed my bare chest. Pouring a glass of tequila, I heard a sweet voice, “Mr. Nicholas, your meal.”
It was Emma.
I wondered if the devil planned this because she had this flowery gown whose arms, were similar to the Elizabethan period with a little gold pendant in between her breasts.
Her perfume smelled of a rich rose scent.
“Thanks.” I let out, mesmerized by her sight once more. She made a move to drop the food only for me to see her hands shaking as if she was anxious.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah... yeah, sure.”
Holding my glass, I walked to her and the minute I did, she took a step back. She kept doing the same thing over and over again, till she was pressed against the white wall.
“W-What are you doing? I’m married, remember?”
“I see,” I let out. “Then tell me why the Doctor said you weren’t married, this morning?”
“You met him…?”
“Technically yeah... he came to treat the community. What are you hiding from me, Emma? Tell me, baby. I won’t throw a tantrum or judge.”
“Is that right? Cause that’s like what you do.” she laughed a bit. “Besides, don’t think you should look into my personal affairs, Nicholas dating to the fact that you abandoned me after that night-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there. Did you expect a meal in bed?” I chuckled at her words. “I paid your medical bills and gave you a place to rest till you got better.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought we had something genuine even though we just met and you left!”
Tears suddenly flickered in her eyes. Why was she crying? I walked in opposite directions to my suit’s pocket, got my handkerchief, and wiped off her eyes before carrying on my words.
“Emma, you knew the kind of man I was before we got in bed. This is why I asked if you wanted it. I don’t take a woman twice; I don’t fall in love neither am I looking for a happy-ever-after.”
“So, I heard.”
“You heard what?” Anyway, I wasn’t surprised. There were many publications about me, thanks to the meddling paparazzi. “Does it matter now? You already proved to me how much of an asshole you can be.”
“Emma, is there something more to this-“
“Nope, just thinking about a situation where you love someone someday,” she said. “And when you do, you will be put in a situation where the person has to abandon you. Just like you did to me, Nicholas.”
“Are we still talking about the same thing here?”
“What do you think?”
She glared at me, chin up as she strode outside closing the door behind her and making me connect my hands to my waist with a sigh.
“Women.”
I muttered, running a hand over my head.
A situation in which a person has to abandon me…
This couldn’t be right. I mean, not like she got pregnant or something? I use protection, I always do. So, did I that night, five years ago?
“Hold.On.A.Damn.Minute.”
Did I use protection with her? I always used protection with every woman.
Flashback.
“Protection?”
“With you, I want it raw baby.”
Reality.
Was that child my son?
To think of it, she lied about being married meaning she wanted some kind of protection around me. Maybe she was trying to hide the little boy!
I wore my clothes, rushing out the door and the white and black tiled passageway to confront her on it.
“Emma?” I searched around, but couldn’t find her.
“Gosh, he’s so handsome,”
I ignored the teensy-weensy voices of actresses who thought I couldn’t hear them. “Have you seen Miss Emma?”
I asked a servant, who pointed towards the exterior of the Country Club where barbecue and some grilling of meat were taking place. The community people circled each other while she was amongst them talking amongst them. She was clothed in a shiny silver short dress, which complimented her raven hair which cascaded to her shoulder level.
“Emma,”
She looked at me, before facing the other direction ignoring me. “Emma, we need to talk.”
I leaned in dragging her arms with me without even waiting for her to reply to me. There were amazed gazes locked at us, but I didn’t care one bit.
“You think you can drag me out of anywhere, anytime?”
She said, just as we got outside towards the ranch area.
I didn’t talk until we were fully inside the stable, which was void of any horse from the event on the other side.
I puffed out some air, before saying,
“Jonathan. Is he ... is he, my son?”
She stared at me, laughing.
“Why will you think that? Was it because we slept with each other years ago-”
“Five years ago. And, from my findings, Jonathan is around that age so tell me the truth, Emma.”
“Were stalking my son because of a lousy one-night-stand we had?”
“There’s no way you consider that to be lousy...” I seethed, stepping even closer. “... quit playing games, sweetheart.”
Taking her hands in mine, I held the sides of her face taking her chin in my hands and kissing her. “Stop lying.”
At first, she didn’t kiss me back but when I twirled my tongue with hers, she did. My hands palmed her butts, pressing and smooching only to feel ecstasy run through me. My manhood became rock-hard connecting with her clothed entrance which made her moan.
Emma looked into my eyes, making me run my hands through her breasts with her moaning. The next thing I knew, she rubbed my length as we were both unable to contain the fire that threatened to outrage.
I unbuckled my pants, raising her short gown, and with her panties slung to a side, I took her from behind slowly. I heard women felt sex differently after birth. Thus, I didn’t rush until she motioned her hips for me too.
Slamming into her, my hands covered her mouth when she moaned from the intense fucking, I gave her a spanking on her bum occasionally.
“Who owns that pussy now, Emma?”
“You.”
“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you correctly?”
“You...” Her walls gripped my cock as she whimpered in pleasure. I went fast, so rapid as I hit her G-spot holding her black hair as I went inside her. I came inside her once more, not even aware of when I did.
My control was no more, with her… because I usually won’t do this. Have sex in a public space. With her... it was almost like I was addicted.
“Emma?”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you call me after finding out you were pregnant?”
I asked after we wore our clothes. “I could have taken a flight back to town. For five damn years, you didn’t even call me, or at worse write to my social media? What if I never showed up again?”
She stood up, running her hands through her black hair like she was brushing it. I watched as she did the same for her clothes.
“Do I have to answer that?”
“Yep.”
“Gosh...” she folded her hands. “You don’t understand, any of this, do you?”
“How will I when you won’t talk to me?”
“He is not your son.”
“Then how come I have this message?” I showed her the screen of the test results.
“Did you take my son’s blood to prove a point?” she snarled.
“Our son. And, it was just a tiny bit of his hair I sent to the lab, nothing more.”
Emma pointed her index fingers, demonstrating her words as she spoke.
“You’re infuriating. Pain in the ass.”
She began walking away only for me to bring out my phone. Luckily, I had her details thanks to the fact that she worked for my uncle who gave the worker’s account details in case he was busy or not available to pay up.
[To Emma: Transfer $1,000,000 to her savings account.]
Payment is successful!
Beep, Beep. Emma stopped in her tracks as soon as she got the message. She walked back to me.
“Why did you send this?”
“You both need it. As his father, it’s my responsibility to provide for him.”
“Is that what you think cause he survived for five years without you, Nicholas.”
“I wasn’t even aware of his existence, Emma.”
“Now you’re aware, is this all you can do? Do you have any idea of the pain I was in…” she trailed off only to pause her words.
“W-What are you talking about? Isn’t the money enough, sweetheart? Do you need more?”
“I don’t need your money if that is what you have to offer in your son’s life.”
I watched her walk away this time, without motioning to call her at the realization of what I had just done.
Emma Starr “Are you crazy?” My best friend, Morticia said over the phone. “You’re looking for adoptive parents for a child that has a father?” “I need someone that won’t make him miss me. His dad is far from that, following the fact that he’s been getting on my nerve ever since his return.” “Wish I could help, somehow...” she replied, as I took some cabbage putting it in the shopping cart. I went for the cheaper items because that was what I could afford. “Help raise him?” I bit my lower lips, desperately asking her. This wasn’t the first time I did. “That will be awesome.” “Hell no, I can’t even raise myself to talk less of a kid.” Morticia was a redhead. I met her in this neighborhood at a community party which we both volunteered helping services for. Since then, we became close and inseparable. “God. What do I do now?” I ran my hands through my hair, as I walked to a store to get foodstuff. “Didn’t you say his father showed up in town?” “He did, but he’s hurling money
Emma Starr We got to my house, only to see three paparazzi with their cameras. It seemed like they were already waiting for me. I gulped, glaring at Nicholas. Why did he have to be this famous? “Great, how do we go in now?” I wriggled my brows. Clenching his fists, he hit his hands on his steering wheel, “I will try to find a way, baby.” Nicholas drove in slowly as we studied the entire place. My neighbors were peeking to see what was happening. As if that wasn’t enough, Nicholas had announced me to be his bride-to-be. I wondered if it has reached publication yet... Bringing out my phone, I checked only to see my picture with today’s outfit. The headline read: [Nicholas Russell announces Emma Starr as his Bride-To-Be. Turns out they had a son all along! What could they be hiding?] “Look here, they already made news from it!” I exclaimed, bringing the phone forth so Nicholas could see it. “How fast can they be?” I mean they already settled in my neighborhood, so what were the
7Emma StarrHey Emma, You can’t let your heart melt from this billionaire’s tactics. He’s pretending, gorgeous. He doesn’t even mean any of that.These were the words my head was saying. BLARE! BLARE! Like a warning sign.But... why wasn’t I even going along with that? Why did it sound so genuine? That smile... I enjoyed seeing it on Jonathan’s face. The way he shook his father in an innocent and surreal way. It was something that made me want to stay. That made me hope.It was crazy, God I knew…“Daddy, do you want to see my toy house?”“Sure, where is it?”“Over here, come on daddy,” Jonathan replied to his father who took his hand, guiding them both as they walked to the other side of the room. “My toy house is apart...”“Yes, baby, we had to move so I made it that way so it was easier.”I told him from where I folded the clothes.“Oh...”A sad expression formed on his features. “It’s not the same anymore, mommy. Will Bob the Builder come help put it together.”Nicholas chuckl
8Emma StarrWhat more horror could that do to a woman’s life?!Engaged to a lady’s man...Thing was, it was a fake engagement. I shouldn’t give a damn about anything or care about his entanglements!“Where are the casting crews?”I could hear Nicholas yell from the rehearsal room as I cleaned the rehearsal’s entrance.“And the actresses? Goddamn, and the lead actress? Where the hell is, she?!”I wriggled my brows wondering why he was angry. Was it due to what happened earlier? Or work stress? Was it something I wasn’t aware of?“I’m sorry sir,” someone replied to him. “We just got a call. She was involved in an accident and is currently bedridden.”“An accident? How did that, fucking happen?!”“A hit-and-run. Sources say she was trying to avoid hitting an animal only to collide with a huge tree.”“Dammit.”Nicholas seethed. “It just had to happen at this moment. The final shoot. Damn, our competitors are ahead. They released several movies and we haven’t even successfully released
9Emma StarrGod, I could feel my entire body heat up at his gaze.I tore my eyes off him with the intent to take off the outfit.“Going somewhere, princess?”A familiar voice tuned in, making me look behind me. It was Nicholas. His hands were in his pockets... and, there was this gaze in his eyes. It was raw and full of wanting.“W-what are you doing?” I started, only for him to surge nearer. “Hmm, why don’t I ask the questions instead? How does it feel to kiss anyone apart from me? I was in your head the entire time, wasn’t I?”I narrowed my eyes at how he knew that.“Nope, I saw it as an act. Why are you getting worked up?”“Worked up? That’s incorrect. I make people work up. For women, it’s rarely the other way round.”I glared at him, wondering why he was a jerk most time.“Then go meet those ‘women’.”He moved to stop me but I was quick to sidestep his grasp. On realization that I did that, I gave myself some sort of inner accolade.Maybe, just maybe… I could resist him after al
10Emma StarrWas it my pre-period hormones?Or it had something to do with the way he taunted me?These thoughts occupied my head because right now, my body couldn’t even control itself. It was like anything related to Nicholas Russell turned it on. I was a grown woman at 28, yes, but this… was becoming so much for me to handle.I think he noticed how aroused I was because he dominantly made his way toward my legs. Sweeping a dark gaze over my lips, he claimed them with me opening up for him.He toyed his tongue with mine, circling them with mine, making me respond to this power he seemed to have over me. God help me, was I becoming a sucker for his kisses? Or holds…Control yourself, Emma.Please do.I tried to tell myself but my body was currently doing the opposite of that, as my hands wrapped around his back clasping around them and clinging to him like he was my dear life.“Mommy?”We disbanded from each other immediately in a quick rush, watching as Jonathan came out from the
11Emma StarrStaring at how good-looking he looked while sleeping, a pout formed in my mouth that minute wondering why he had to be so annoying at times. I mean, there were good sides to Nicholas Russell, but it seemed like the bad side overshadowed the good.God, what am I doing?After a day of hot sex with him, I’m supposed to have a clear head on how we currently were. I mean I was dying but-Right.I’m dying.I thought, looking around. What was I even doing here? I was supposed to be getting everyone ready for my demise. I’m supposed to make them feel like they could do without me.“Dammit.”I whispered, placing my head on the pillows in total frustration. I had a son. Leaving him to the poor world wasn’t fair. “What am I going to do? What, should I do? Talk to me, my Creators. Please, talk to me. Please, please, please.”A yawn brought me out of my daze, making me look back to the sofa to see Nicholas stirring in his sleep. He unconsciously swooped a part of his almond-brown hai
12Emma StarrI searched for what to say only for a certain thought to imprint my mind at his words. It was a flashback of what he said in the past:“I don’t take a woman twice. I don’t fall in love, neither am I looking for a happy-ever-after.”Narrowing my eyes, I thought of how those were entirely separate from each other.“If you don’t take a woman twice, how does not sharing their work? Does that even apply to everyone or just me?”I asked immediately, only for his face to appear flustered like he was caught off guard.“W-What are you insinuating with that question?” he blurted out. To be honest, his expression seemed extremely funny.Who knows, maybe a certain billionaire found a certain woman he met five years ago, fascinating enough to melt his playboy’s heart?I thought.“Who knows?” I shrugged only for him to put his hands in his pockets, commencing to walk forward.“That is all bogus, Emma, and quite tricky. You’re not becoming foxy, are you?”I chuckled walking after him t