It was still early in the evening. The sun was just starting to go down and the sky was turning to fire above the tall buildings. I got into my car, which was parked on the street, and watched as Carter's limo drove away. Even though I was driving home alone to my empty apartment, it didn't matter. I was on cloud nine. In that moment, I had everything I could have ever wanted. My sexual desires had been relieved and I'd shown Carter once again that I would be better as his girlfriend than as his employee. Oh, and I also ate a pretty good meal too.
My plan was to head home, maybe eat some ice cream, definitely watch some of my favorite reality shows and then eventually go to bed. It was going to be the perfect end to the perfect evening.
I drove across town with the windows down and the radio turned off. The sound of the wind was all that I could hear as it rustled through my hair. It felt like I was on the brink of something great in my life. It was the same sensatio
I took the skin-tight dress off, hanging it on a hanger as gently as I could. I still needed to return it if I could get the stains out of it. I peeled my panties off, the sticky remnants of my sexual encounter with Carter making themselves known. I knew I was risking a lot not taking any precautions, but I didn't care. I just wanted Carter. I wanted him to claim me as his. And what if I did get pregnant? I wanted a baby. Maybe not right now, but I did want one. And I most certainly wanted it to be Carter's. I wouldn't want anyone else's. He knew the risks just as well as I did. He'd made the same decision to take the risk and mark me as his. I rinsed off as quickly as I could, then threw on some comfy pajamas. I checked my phone, and had no messages as expected. I ignored the thrum of guilt at how I had treated her. The anger still ran hot enough that I could pretend I was entirely in the right. I thought to myself a few more moments, letting
My arms were overflowing with shopping bags. It was all I could do to juggle them and at the same time, reach into the front pocket of my jeans to pull out the key to my apartment. I pushed the door open with my butt and walked inside, setting the bags down onto the kitchen counter. I'd gone on a serious shopping spree. Most of my money was spent at the grocery store, but I'd also made a special stop at the mall. I'd bought some new underwear and shirts to wear to work. It felt like such a simple thing, but it showed I was changing. I had planned on wearing my shapeless, boring clothes until the day I died. But, I didn't want to with Carter around. I wanted to tempt him, just a little. I wanted him to take the risk with me. To choose me. The groceries were still on the counter and I began putting them away. I'd bought all sorts of goodies, including my favorite Rocky Road ice cream. It was a guilty pleasure, but one that I refused to sacrifice. In add
I'd checked my phone at least a dozen times over the course of the weekend, wondering if I'd get a reply from Carter. Now it was Monday morning and still nothing. There was no way for me to know if he just hadn't gotten around to reading it or if he thought ignoring it was a better option. Regardless, I felt a combination of nervousness and annoyance as I walked into work that morning. Why can't he just man up?I thought.What kind of man doesn't call a girl after he sleeps with them? Just to torture Carter, I'd worn my tight black dress. The same one I'd had on during our first date. I'd gotten up early and taken my time doing my hair and makeup too. I wore a cute blazer with it, just to make an attempt at making it business appropriate. My cleavage poured out of the dress, which was exactly what I wanted him to see what I got to his office. I wanted to remind him what he was missing out on by ignoring my message. “Hey Cindy,” I s
Two weeks later... Everything almost felt the same as it did my first day of work at Winthrow Financial. Carter would greet me in the morning, tell me what work I needed to get done for that day and then disappear into his office. Occasionally, we went over stocks, although now that I was figuring them out, we discussed them less. I missed the way he used to quiz me, trying to push me. If he actually did have feelings for me, he was doing a very good job of hiding them. It seemed that this time, he was serious about what he had said. He wasn't going to mix business and pleasure. It stung a bit. It was tough when I finally realized he had no intention of being my boyfriend. However, I hadn't done anything to try to change it. I hadn't attempted to cross the line at all. Each day, Monday through Friday, I simply swallowed my emotion and went to work. Besides, I now had bigger concerns that stock tips. My period was late.
I made my way out to the hallway and turned right. When I stepped up to Carter's door, I heard the two men talking on the other side. I knocked lightly and Carter responded immediately. “Come on in,” he called out. As I stepped into his office, I saw Carter sitting behind his desk. He had papers laid out in front of him. They were covered in charts and graphs, most likely simple metrics that he was using to impress the potential investor. On the opposite side of the desk from Carter, I saw the cowboy. He slowly turned around in his seat as I approached the two of them. He was an older gentleman, probably somewhere in his late fifties. The gray hair on his face had been trimmed short and perfectly cut to match the shape of his jawline. He was dressed in a light brown suit coat with dark jeans. On his feet, were what appeared to be snake skin boots. They were dyed a dark orange color, which matched the color of the decorative medallion that hung from his neck,
“This must be the place,” I whispered, as I pulled into the dirt parking lot outside of The Rose Wild. I hadn't been this far away from downtown New York since I'd moved there. It was a thirty minute drive through traffic to get to this bar, but luckily the GPS on my phone had given me accurate directions. The parking lot was packed. I drove around, looking for a spot, wondering if I'd be able to find one somewhere in the sea of lifted pickup trucks that surrounded me. Everywhere I looked were men in cowboy hats and cowboy boots. Most of them were wearing tight jeans and flannel. Their giant shiny belt buckles reflected my headlights as I drove past. Where in the hell am I?I thought, shaking my head. It felt like I'd landed on a different planet, or at the very least, a different state. In Iowa, I was used to this kind of scene. I'd grown up with it. Cowboys, red necks, good old boys. Whatever you wanted to call them. It was nor
“Honey, that's enough,” Henry gently chided his wife with a smile. “We just met these folks. Let's at least give them a couple of weeks before you start deciding how their lives are going to pan out.” “Alright, alright,” Nancy said, before taking a sip from her beer. “I'm just making small talk, Henry.” Henry wrapped his arm around Nancy and kissed her cheek. “It's a good thing I love her.” “Oh, get off of me you old fool,” Nancy joked, pushing him away. It was cute to watch an older couple flirt like that. They clearly loved each other and it was so obvious that their marriage was going to last forever. “So, Jane,” Carter said. “What would you like to drink?” I shrugged. “I'd like to start with some water. Maybe a ginger ale, but I'm not ready for the hard stuff yet.” Or for the next nine months, probably. “Are you hungry?” Carter asked. “We ordered chicken wings and onion rings.” “That actually sounds really g
“I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to see Carter make good on this bet of his,” I said, giggling. This was so out of what I considered Carter's comfort zone that I couldn't wait to see more. “I couldn't agree more, darlin',” Henry said, as he stood up and offered a hand to Nancy. “You ready for this, Carter?” I asked. He nodded, took another sip from his beer and then stood up. “Oh, I'm ready. Let me just run my briefcase out to the limo real quick.” The four of us walked around the corner and found the arcade game that Carter had been talking about. On the screen were animated elk and deer, running frantically as the red cross hairs panned over them. Right in front there were two plastic rifles. Henry, Nancy and myself approached the machine and waited for Carter to return from his limo. It only took him a minute or so before he was back. “Who goes first?” I asked. “I'm going to leave that to you guys,” Carter said, s
Carter was still inside me as he began to stroke my hair. “So, you didn’t really tell me if you liked this bedroom.”“I do,” I said.“How would you like to share it with me?” he asked.I figured he would try to get me to move in with him. “Are you sure? That’s kind of a big step.”“So is having a baby,” he said.I thought about it. “I think I want to stay in my own apartment for now.”“Well, I can pay for it for now. That’s not a problem. But I’m going to want you to move in with me by the time the baby is born.”There he was with that patriarchal attitude again. “Or maybe I’ll spend my own money to live the same way I have been living, and you can just buy the baby some gold-plated diapers,” I said. I couldn’t help but overdo the sarcasm a little bit.He shrugged, then moved his hand to my shoulde
I hadn’t even begun to drink in the fact that Carter’s penthouse loft had a helipad before my breath being taken away by the sheer size of the apartment itself.“Carter, this is huge!” I said, looking around the place. There was a piano, a bar, and an entertainment center. That was just what I could see from the main entrance.“You want to see something else that’s huge?” he asked. I slapped his chest playfully, then moved to check out the rest of the apartment. He didn’t let me, though. He grabbed me by my waist and brought me in for a kiss.I squealed in surprise. “What’s that for?”“I know it’s been less than 24 hours since I last saw you, but I feel like so much has happened since then.” He kissed me again. “I found out I had a baby, I found out who the mole was in my company, I had my name dragged through the mud in all the tabloids-”“Carter,
The second I was in the door of the SEC headquarters, I went to a pay phone. I was surprised these things still existed.I copied a phone number from my cell phone and punched it in. It rang once before a gruff voice answered. “Who is this?” it asked me.“Carter, it’s me,” I said.He sounded relieved. “Jane. I’m glad it’s you. Somebody else got this phone number earlier and I was afraid they were calling again.” There was a pause. “Why aren’t you calling me from your own phone?”“I’m afraid it might have been tampered with,” I said. “That’s not important. What’s important is that I met with Delaney. Cindy is the mole in your organization. You have to monitor her access in general, but in specific, monitor any emails that you had with Greg about New York Solar.”“All emails are backed up on a weekly basis, and-”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” said Roger Delaney, President of New York Solar Company. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just squirmed in my seat a little bit. He sighed. “Look, you came to me, and now you’re wasting my time. What is it that you want?” I gulped. I really wasn’t cut out for this kind of confrontation. “I... I’m pregnant,” I managed to choke out. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I hear celebrations are in order. Did you want me to go to your baby shower or something?” I looked down at my feet. I was so embarrassed right now that I thought I could pass out. But I had to keep going. I had to. This was the only way that I could keep Carter and support my baby. I looked back up at him. “I’ve also been fired from Winthrow Financial.” He snorted. “That’s what happens when you deal with a snake like Winthrow. You end up knocked up, thrown out on your ass, and the subject of a government investigation on top of
I pulled up the text from Maddy again. You’re on TMZ right now. I tried to put myself in Maddy’s shoes. Every new piece of information in this drama, from the boat ride to my firing to the pregnancy, she had found out by seeing it on TV. I had thought about telling her about the pregnancy a few times, and it had come up against last night, when formulating the plan. Who else did you tell about you being on the boat?Carter had asked last night. Nobody, except... Except my friend Maddy,I had replied. Somebody’s leaking information to somebody, Jane. Somehow, the press or Roger Delaney keep knowing everything about us. Do you trust her? I did trust her. Even when Carter had suggested telling her about the pregnancy first, to see if she would leak it to the press or to Roger Delaney, the CEO of New York Solar Company. I was sure that it would just
I walked into the doctor’s office with a mixture of hope and dread. Hope because I’d finally be able to share the news with somebody else that I was pregnant. Dread because of all the things that would follow. Still, I had to be brave. It was all part of the plan. I had promised Carter that I’d go to the doctor’s office, and he got to pick the doctor. It still seemed a bit too patriarchal to me, but I’d go with it for now. I hadn’t been to the doctor since I had moved to New York City. This doctor’s office was right between the building for Winthrow Financial and Times Square. I could only imagine what the rent was on a place like this. It was late, almost 8 PM, so I expected the office to be dark. It was lit up like it was open 24 hours a day. The receptionist area was like any other, but I could tell that it catered to a wealthier clientele than I was used to. Everything about it seemed to scream “boutique”. I walked to the receptionist and gave her
My heart had been racing just a minute ago as Carter had pounded into my body. It had calmed down as we laid there in post-coital bliss, but now it was pounding so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest.He laid there, looking at me like he didn’t understand what I said. My breathing had stopped and I found it even harder to speak than before, but I managed to repeat what I said. “I’m pregnant.”He swallowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded my head. “I took a pregnancy test.”I braced myself for his next questions.Are you sure it’s mine? Didn’t you say you were on birth control? Are you trying to trap me?I knew I had to give him a few minutes for this to sink in, and I vowed not to hold it against him that he had these questions.His hand moved to my tummy, touching me through the see-through fabric of the purple lingerie. Then he pushed the fabric up my body, press
After beckoning to Carter in my sexy purple lingerie, I didn’t expect to wait long after beckoning him for him to react. He didn’t disappoint me. He had his hands around me before I even got to the bed. I moaned as I felt his lips connect with my neck from behind. His hands grabbed my hips, roughly bringing my ass toward his crotch. I could feel him getting hard already. This would be our third time having sex in 24 hours, but he showed no signs of losing any of his stamina. He turned me around quickly and looked at my body. I could feel him appraising me, but I didn’t mind. His looks, always so intense, made me feel even more beautiful than his touches did. And, especially in this outfit, I knew he’d like what he saw. He licked his lips. “I knew this would look stellar on you,” he said. His eyes moved up and down, but eventually settled on my chest. I smiled. The lacy fabric was just short of see-through, and I knew he could see my excited nipples poking thr
“It’s me. Open up.” Part of me was excited that Carter actually came to see me. Part of me was still mad that he sent me home from work. Allof me didn’t want him to see the current state of my apartment. It was a mess. “Why should I?” I asked, quickly picking up a handful of dirty clothes and putting them in a hamper. “Because I want to apologize. I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up. I really do have pizza.” I smiled. I could use some pizza right about now. “Should you be seen with me right now?” I asked as I sealed up the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “Uh, hello? I know you looked through the peephole. Didn’t you see my awesome disguise?” I laughed. “A hat? That’s your disguise?” “And a pizza. Don’t forget the pizza.” My tummy rumbled, even though I had just been shoveling ice cream into it. “How could I forget the pizza?” “So let me in before someone really does r