Accidentally Perfect (32 page)

“How and the hell am I pregnant?”

“Girl, we both know the how, what we need to ask is the who?”

“The who?”

“Ah yeah, we need to figure out who’s the baby daddy. 
Nathan or Michael. Now lie back so I can do an ultrasound.”

Sitting in my office feels like something I have to do now and not something I want to do.  I always thought work, having my own company would
fulfill
everything I wanted out of life.  Now, it doesn’t bring me the joy that it once did.  I called Troy this morning to discuss the expansion of the company.  “So what
has you all
twisted?  You look like you’re trying to find the cure for world hunger.”  Troy comes in and takes a seat in front of my desk.

“I just wanted to touch bases with you about the Whitmore Assets expansion.”

“It’s going well;
everything is right on track.  We should have enough of our current clients on board along with plenty of new clients to have it a go at the start of the
New Year.”

“You still looking to relocate out west and head it up?”

“Well, about that.  I’m not sure I’m willing to move.  I’ve
kinda been seeing someone, and I know it’s too early to say anything for sure, but I don’t
not
hate her, you know?”

“My, my, my. After all these years knowing you, serving with you, watching your drunk ass puke everywhere time and time again, did I think you would second guess your life for a woman.”

“Hi pot, meet kettle.  Fuck man, I didn’t think I would even consider it after the shit storm I walked away from when I left for our first assignment.  But she’s different, you know.  She’s a
no-nonsense
type of woman.  She says it how it is and doesn’t allow me to pull any shit on her.”

“She sounds like she knows who she is.  The question is
,
does she really know who you are?  Our pasts define us, Troy.”

“You don’t have to tell me that brother.”

“Well, if you’re serious about her.  I want to meet
her;
maybe the four of us can go out soon.  Have some dinner, get to know her.”

“No need for that man, she’s your wife’s best friend.”

“Well, fuck me.”

“Mr. Whitmore,” my secretary, breaks in, “Your father is here to see you.”

“Shit.  Alright, well we need to revisit the west coast deal then.  If you don’t want to go, I’m not sure I trust anyone else to take care of it.  I’m sure as hell not gonna relocate to open it and get it started.  This whole expansion may need to be tabled for a while.”

“Alright, I got it.  I’ll
talked
to Stella about getting together.  Man, I can’t believe Laney didn’t tell you.  That woman can keep a secret.”

I watch Troy walk out and my father stroll in like he owns the place.  “What do I owe the pleasure of your company today?  Shouldn’t you be at work?  I am still paying you to hold down a job, aren’t I?”   

“Please spare me the whole ‘I’m the lord of Whitmore and you aren’t,' I’m not in the mood for it.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Well for one, do you think it’s appropriate to have a woman you barely know walk around wearing the family jewelry?  Don’t you think it’s a bit premature for you to be giving something so valuable to someone you barely know.”

“You mean my wife?  I’m not going to defend my marriage to you or anyone else for that matter.  What I give my wife isn’t any of your concern.  I have every right to allow her to have every single piece of gold my mother owned.  That’s what being her only beneficiary means.   If that is the only reason why you came here, then I suggest you turn back around and get back to the office.  If your job isn’t something that’s fulfilling you any
longer, then I am sure I can find someone to replace you.”

“Please boy, you think you have any actual power?  You hired people to do the job you didn’t want and now you think you have the right remove me or anyone else for that matter.”

“Well, old man, do you want to challenge me?  I would like to see you try.  I may have people running each and every division of Whitmore, but
remember, it’s still mine
.  All of it is
mine.
  Every piece of it is in
my
name.  The office you call yours, well you see, you’re just using it. 
Borrowing it from me.
  Even that chair you sit your ass in every day is mine.  That will never change.”

“Maybe, maybe not, son.
  Time will tell.” I am so tired of hearing the same old shit come out of his mouth.  It’s like a broken record that just won’t stop. 

“Is there anything else?  I do have a company to run.”

“Funny, I am still amazed this one is still afloat.  Seeing as the boss has no background in business, let alone running
one.”

“I have it in my blood. Running a company is second nature to me, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?  Now, either say what you want to say or get the fuck out.  The amount of time I can tolerate you is up.”

“I’ve heard some rumblings around legal.”

“Why are you even over in legal?  Jesus, I bet if you put the same amount of effort in your VP spot as you do
trying to find a way to one-up me and take my company, I’m sure I could find a reason to promote you.”

“Why are you looking into developing the land next to the estate?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“It is when you are throwing away money on some pipe dream of a woman who fucked you into stupidity.”

“Get the fuck out, now before I have you removed!”

“I see I hit a nerve.” 

Before I know what I’m doing, I have my father by
the back of the neck.  “I have never laid a hand on you, you piece of shit, but I am not against it.  I think you need to get your ass
kicked,
so you are brought back to reality.”  I am seething, spitting as I speak to him.  “Do not ever speak
about
my wife like that again.  I will not blink. I will ruin you and I wouldn’t think twice.”  I open my door and toss him out like yesterday’s trash.    

It’s been a week since I found out I was pregnant.  In that
week,
I have taken more ultrasounds and had more blood pulled from my veins than I ever thought possible.  Stella wanted to make sure how far along I was without question.  I guess during my pelvic exam she could see I was pregnant because of the different color and consistency of my cervix.  We have narrowed it down to be barely being three weeks along. The vaginal ultrasound was barely conclusive giving us the answers that we both had hoped for. The very first night I had slept with Nathan, we conceived our child. There is no don’t doubt that it’s
his since I was so busy,
and my sex life with Michael was pretty much nonexistent at the time.  Probably explains Michael’s tongue dig to China. 

That is two relationships that I‘ve put on the back burner.  Two men that chose to cheat because I left them feeling needy, wanting what I wasn’t willing to give them.  Now I live with the fear that it may happen a third time.  How could I survive it if Nathan finds affection somewhere else? How will the girls take it?  What if I’m left with three kids and single having to juggle two different fathers, dealing with visitation and
schedules?

I feel Nathan come up behind me in bed.  The warmth of his arm encases me, pulling me to him. He moves my hair out of the way, placing kisses down my neck, to my shoulder.  His hand moves over my
stomach;
he doesn’t know he has a child growing inside me yet.  I haven’t figured out how to tell him yet.  I can feel him bring my nightgown up, over my ass, over my hips. 
“Baby.”
  He whispers in my ear.  “I want to feel you.”  He kisses my neck.

I can feel the throb increasing between my legs.  I feel myself growing
wet,
and his hand continues over my body.  I arch my back pushing into his stiff cock.  “Nathan, please.”  I rip my nightgown from over my head.

I hear him chuckle in my ear, “Hmm baby, love the no panties.”

“It’s called easy access, Lovey.”

His fingers dive between my legs.  I buck up against him as he massages my clit.  I release a low moan.  He slides his arm under me as he rolls onto his back so that I’m on top of him, my back to his chest.  He knows this is my favorite position; he knows how much I love to ride him this way,
backward
.  “There’s my cowgirl.”  I grab his dick and rub it between my folds wetting his tip with my arousal.  One, two, three strokes between my lips and he
enters
me.  I feel so full like this.  He takes my hips in his hands and rotates my ass.  I rock back and forth rotating around again and again.  “Yes, Laney, fuck just like that. 
Damn,
it feels so good, baby.  Ride me, love, fuck me.”  I continue with my rhythm of rocking and rolling my hips while I hear Nathan; a slur of curse words fall from his lips.

I play with my nipples helping along my climax.  If I could, I would suck on them myself. “Nathan, I need more.  I need you deeper.”  I say as I continue to rock.  I need to feel him as deep as I can get him.  I feel him sit up pushing me forward onto my hands and knees.

“You want it like this, Bear? 
Hmm?
  You want me to make love to you like this?  Rough, fast hard?”

“Yes, please.”

He doesn’t waste any time as he enters me from behind.  I hear his balls slapping my ass as he pounds into me.  “Fuck Laney, I don’t think I can go any deeper.”  I push back in enjoyment as he slams into me.  “Laney.”  I hear my name forced from his lips as he picks up his pace.  Just as I start to grind into
him,
my climax hits me full force. 

“Holy fucking shit, Nathan.”
  My legs shake a
s
my orgasm rolls through my body.  “My God, my God.” I’m breathless.

My arms grow weak,
and I drop my head to the pillows beneath me, keeping my ass high in the air allowing Nathan to fuck me.  “Shit Laney...shit…
I…. ahhh!”
  With one last
thrust, he digs his fingers into my hips keeping pressed to him, allowing his release to enter my body. His breath is ragged, “Fuck me.”

He leans over me, sprinkling kisses along my back while
his body jerks with aftershocks.  “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The morning was full of excitement once the girls emerged from their bedroom.  They were up later than normal, but that was probably because they were too excited to sleep last night.  Today is the day of Amanda and Addie’s birthday party.  They are both decked out in rainbow colored, sparkled tutus and birthday t-shirts.  Nathan picked them up each a pair of pink and purple boots.  I have to say, Addie’s boot looks cute next to her walking cast. 

I still have no clue as to what to expect.  Nathan wanted to do this for the
girls,
and I didn’t have any objections.  It’s nice to be able to sit back and watch and not have to do for a change.  All I know is that Nathan has been surprisingly communicating with Brad about everything. They are not working together, but Nathan didn’t want to hear it from Brad again about the girls being his and not Nathan’s.