Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
The alpha male merely shrugged before shooting me a grin.
“Ainsley is a big girl, Ash. Trust me, my sister knows how to take care of herself, and besides, she’s there for her career. She wants to be a plus-size model, and apparently, Vegas is where it all happens.”
I nod slowly.
“Yeah, my ballet career was supposed to be the same,” I hum. “I was supposed to be a plus-size dancer, remember?”
Patrick reaches for me, his blue eyes going black with desire.
“You’ll always be a ballerina, Ashley. You’re lithe, emotive, and with an incredible way of commanding your body down to the tiniest muscle. You’re a prima ballerina, honey, and there’s no doubt about it.”
His words made me flush with pleasure because Patrick treats me so well. He comforts me when I’m afraid, and lifts me up when I have doubts. Yes, my artistic career is currently stalled, and to be honest, I don’t know if it will ever take off again. But Patrick makes me feel like I’m succeeding, even if I only dance for him in bed.
Unfortunately, my grace and flexibility will be leaving me soon, and I’m not sure what to do about it. After all, Patrick and I have a tacit understanding. The man is obviously virile, and when we discussed protection, he said no to condoms.
“Absolutely not,” he rasped, blue eyes flashing. “That shit feels like shit, not to mention being carcinogenic.”
I shot him a look.
“Latex isn’t carcinogenic! They use latex in lots of things, from plastic gloves to chewing gum to tennis shoes. Trust me, the latex in condoms is perfectly safe.”
The billionaire merely shrugged.
“Well, I need to be fully sheathed in your hot cunt, skin-to-skin. How about this? I’ll only come in your ass. See, I know how to compromise,” he winked.
This man is so infuriating, and I put my hands on my hips while fixing him with a look of mock fury.
“Patrick, you know that even a drop inside me can get me pregnant. I’m young and fertile, and maybe even half a drop will do the trick. I’m not getting on chemical birth control either because I’m a dancer and any change in weight will throw off my art. So condoms it is.”
But Patrick didn’t answer, merely pulling me into his strong arms before seizing my mouth with his own. Literally, he prevented me from speaking, and the topic dropped by the wayside.
But he was true to his word. The alpha male often ejaculates in my ass, and if he’s close to coming in my pussy, he pulls out at the last minute and will spray over my creamy curves. To be honest, I like it when he does that because I love watching my man come. Patrick is gorgeous, bronzed, and muscular, and there’s nothing sexier than seeing him come apart as he loses control.
But now, the proverbial drop in the bucket has changed my reality. I’m pregnant and it’s obvious how it happened. Patrick uses my curves every night, and he’s a virile alpha male, while I’m a fertile young woman. Pregnancy was pretty much a given if our only method of contraception was the rhythm method, and an imperfect rhythm, if I’m being honest.
So now, I’m having a baby, and while nothing shows yet, my hand steals to the curve of my stomach as a smile shadows my features. This baby is going to be loved even if he or she is unexpected, and I have it all worked out already. After all, I’ve become friends with the staff here, and they’re kind and wonderful. Stacks is the perfect butler, while Mrs. Sullivan cooks delicious lunches and dinners every day. There are also dozens of footmen, maids, and housekeepers who keep the massive castle spic and span, and they’ve come to see me as one of their own.
Even more, their cooperation is important because I’m planning the unspeakable. Castle Droghaire is enormous. It’s literally a hulking, black fortress sitting on a large parcel of land, and it was designed for olden times when entire garrisons of warriors were stationed inside. As a result, I’ve discovered all sorts of nooks and crannies, including a secret set of rooms hidden away in the east wing. The space was a tiny bit decrepit, consisting of a sitting room in front, as well as a connected bedroom and small bathroom. But it’s enough. The suite is well-lit and heated, and because of my extraordinary spatial awareness, I was able to detect a special passageway leading from the rooms to the outside of the castle. I plan on raising my baby here, in secret, as Patrick continues with his jet-setting lifestyle, none the wiser.
Of course it hurts because I’ll have to tell him that I’m going back to the States. I’ll make up some bullshit about a new ballet company offering me a job, and I’ll say that the new troupe is located somewhere remote and undesirable, like the middle of the New Mexican desert, or deep in Appalachia without the comforts of modern living. Then, I’ll bid goodbye to the billionaire, but I’ll never actually get on a plane. Instead, I’m going to hole up in my secret rooms and have the baby on my own, with the staff’s help of course. My child will have a safe place to stay for a few years, and from there, we’ll see. I’m not sure exactly what happens next, but I have to do this because I want to keep my child. There’s no way Patrick would consent to being a father, so I’m not even going to put the question to him.