The Billionaire's Love Child

By: Cj Howard





Kevin blinked a moment. “Of course, my love. You know I want to make you happy. Of course.” His groin was solid and stiff, aching with need for her, and his heart was beating against his chest a mile a minute.



“Promise?” she asked, releasing his hands and slipping her hand down to massage the bulge at the front of his pants. “Get it today for me?” She pulled her head back and looked at him.



He closed his eyes as smoldering flames of desire burned through him and his breath caught. He ran his hands over her thighs to her hips and squeezed his fingers on her body.



“Yes, Ellen… yes… today…” he leaned forward to kiss her and she pressed her red tipped finger against his lips to stop him. He opened his eyes and looked at her.



She smiled her Cheshire cat smile at him. “Good. Let me know when it arrives and maybe if it gets here quickly, you and I can pick this little rendezvous up from where it left off.” With that, she slid off the desk and straightened her robe, smiled again at him and touched her fingertip to his nose, then turned and walked out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her.



Kevin stared after her, panting, hard, aching, and frustrated. It was the click of the door closing that snapped him back to reality. He closed his eyes. She had used him. Again. He took a deep breath and walked carefully to the small refrigerator in the minibar set into the bookshelves of his library. He poured himself a strong drink and sipped it slowly as the fires of passion that burned in him began to die down to a dull roar and finally slip away like smoke from a doused blaze.



The days that followed his encounter with Ellen were torturous for Kevin. He focused heavily on his work, and true to his word, he had a Lamborghini ordered for Ellen, though it made him feel nauseous to do it. He was always a man of his word. The astounding price it cost him didn’t bother him, it was the fact that she had used his desire for her to get it, and he had been left wanting her desperately, like an animal in a cage, starving.



One month after he and Jacob drove to Santa Cruz to meet Marina, Mac came into Kevin’s office with a less than subtle grin and a thin file. “Sir! Sir… I have some news for you.” He sounded as though he might burst with the news if he couldn’t tell Kevin right away.



“What is it?” Kevin asked, taking the file from him and pausing to smile at the excitement on Mac’s face.



Mac couldn’t hold it in. His hand shot out toward Kevin and he grinned like an elf at Christmas. “You are going to be a father, sir, the tests just came back, and they are positive. Congratulations! Oh! I couldn’t be happier for you, sir! Congratulations!” he repeated, grasping Kevin’s hand and shaking it vigorously.



Kevin was in shock for a moment, absorbing the news. Marina was pregnant. It had worked… the procedure had worked and he was going to be a father. At long last, he would have a child; a legacy through which he could pass on his life’s work and his enormous estate and wealth. He would have someone to love and raise, someone to cherish and lavish with all of his time and attention. Happiness welled up in him like a volcano of light, and it exploded in giant grins, tears on his cheeks, and a heart that pounded with joy.



He wrapped Mac in a quick embrace and then released him. “Thank you! Thank you so much, Mac! I couldn’t have gotten it this far without you! I… wow… a father! I’m going to be a father! That’s… wow… Fantastic! That’s fantastic! Let’s have a drink, Mac. Let’s celebrate!” Kevin stepped quickly to the bar and poured them both a short nip of liquor, and they toasted Marina and the baby’s good health, and Kevin’s future as a dad.



“So how is she doing? Do we know anything? Do you have any information?” he asked, searching Mac’s face excitedly.



Mac emptied his tumbler and sat down at Kevin’s desk, opening the file, and Kevin sat across from him to look at it.



“She’s definitely pregnant, and we know that it’s one child. Sometimes in cases of in vitro fertilization, there may be more than one, but this time it is a single embryo. She is almost one month along, as she did the procedure right away for you. She’s healthy and feeling well, no morning sickness or complications as yet. Her body is in excellent condition and she’s very healthy and fit, so the doctor expects this to go, in her words, 'Like a textbook pregnancy.' So we have eight months to go and everything to look forward to. How are you feeling, sir?” Mac asked, concerned.



Kevin had to stop for a moment and gauge his feelings. He was elated beyond measure and there was a happiness in him that he had never known. It was as though his whole world and his whole life had suddenly opened up and wonderful possibility was his. He had no idea how to answer Mac.

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