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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.