The Playboy's Baby Mama

2. PIERCING SUNLIGHT

Rhea groaned, and wondered why she didn't close the damn curtains before going to bed the previous night.

She snuggled further into the fluffy pillow trying to hide her face from all the light, she was still shifting when she felt the presence of another body beside her.

Why on earth is another human being in my bedroom?

Have I been robbed?

Have I been kidn*pped?

All those questions flew through Rhea's mind before the events of the previous night came back to her. She remembered meeting the stranger at the bar.

She remembered finding him very attractive, she remembered kissing him. She remembered screaming his name.

Jason

She couldn't help but feel embarrassed as she remembered how wanton she had acted the previous night, like a woman with no home training, like a bloody slut.

No matter how much she would have loved to blame all the alcohol for her behavior, she just couldn't.

She only had two drinks and was only slightly tipsy. She was very much aware of her actions.

She lifted her head slowly from the pillow, planning on stealing a single glance from the Greek god she had slept with the night before.

She opened only one of her eyelids and she was met with the most beautiful sight, beside her lay the handsome male specimen, with dark tan skin. She had never really slept with a white man previously, but it seemed like there was a first time for everything.

Rhea moaned as she stared at his lean yet muscular arms, his broad chest with his flat, light brown n*****s. He didn't look like the type that slept at the gym or was over involved in muscles, but he had a not so defined six pack, which seemed so inviting to Rhea.

Rhea followed the sight of his abdomen to his V-line and the light sprinkle of dark hair, leading to the most alluring part.

Which was unfortunately covered by his moss green, silk sheets, but the tent it made was so obvious and it certainly couldn't be ignored.

Rhea licked her lips thinking of all the naughty things she could do to it, she looked up at his beautiful face and found that his eyes were closed, his kissable lips slightly apart and he was certainly asleep.

So Rhea straddled him, taking the sheets with her. She was careful not to wake him, and she bent her lips to his left n****e, giving it a lick.

A bit scared about what to do next, she raised her head up to look at him. He was still sleeping and it seemed as though he hadn't felt a thing.

She bent her head and flicked her tongue on the other n****e, using her teeth to scrape it lightly, he still didn't give any indication that he was enjoying what she was doing.

She groaned and tried to get off him, tried being the key word. Before she could even move and inch, his hands which lay useless at his sides before, gripped her to his body.

She was shocked, her heart jumping to her throat, she hadn't really expected it, she looked to his face, his eyes were still closed.

He obviously didn't want her to stop, so she bent her head and continued her onslaught, sucking and nipping.

Moving her head down slowly, down to his delicious abs, running her hands round them and then even lower.

By then she could hear his moans and groans of appreciation, she could feel herself getting drenched on them.

As she moved to unwrap her present which was covered in the same moss green that was the color theme of the entire room, she licked her lips in thought of what was to come.

She lifted the sheets slowly and his gloriously hard shaft lay underneath, she hadn't seen too many of them in her entire lifetime.

It was about six if she could be exact, but that was the most erotic one she had seen. It was thick, hard, with a drop of precum on the tip, showing his arousal.

Her s*x clenched at the thought of his thick length filling her, without thinking too much about it, she brought out her tongue and used it to wipe away the drop, savoring the taste, she couldn't wait to go back for more.

She wrapped her fist around his hard shaft and began pumping it.

"Honey, I am home!" A light skinned, blonde said as she walked into the room.

Rhea froze, she didn't know what to do, whether to stop or not.

Jason the Greek god, had a girlfriend.

Or a fiancée.

Or even a wife.

Rhea felt guilt wash over her, coupled with disgust for herself, she had just been totally screwed, she helped the lowlife cheat on his girlfriend.

She immediately removed her hand from his d**k and extracted her body from his.

"I am sorry, I am really sorry," Rhea said, standing up and using the green sheets to cover her naked body, shame wracking through her body. She was utterly and totally ashamed of herself.

"You slept with my fiancée?" The slim woman screeched, and Rhea felt even more embarrassed. He had been engaged.

"I am so sorry, I didn't know," she said, giving an excuse, but Rhea knew that there was no excuse for what she had done.

"Get out!!" The woman screamed and Rhea picked up her clothing that was scattered all over the room, not even sparing a glance at the Greek god, who was silent throughout the entire ordeal.

Rhea picked up her high heels and basically ran out of the apartment, she was in a cab on the way to her house when she just realized something.

She had just s*x with a stranger, a man that didn't even know her name.

She had no idea what to do, and she could barely hold the tears, it was as though her tear ducts were dams and they were threatening to burst.

There were tears nestled in her eyes, filling them and they would soon overflow.

When she got to Richardson's Mansion. Rhea was absolutely glad, she couldn't be more happy, it seemed like everyone was out and there was no one to ask her questions.

Her daddy wasn't there to ask where her baby girl went and her annoying brothers weren't there to ask her questions.

The guards opened up the familiar, huge gates that enclosed the big house within. Rhea absolutely loved her father's house, and although she was already twenty two, she had never thought of moving out.

Rhea entered into the house, her shining gold stilettos hanging from her hand, tiptoeing and trying not to make any noise, she needed the keys to her car.

Immediately she got into the room, she took up the keys of her SUV and came out of the house, walking into the parking lot, ignoring the greetings of the several house keepers and guards, she truly wasn't in the mood to talk.

As she drove her SUV out of her parents home, her mind kept on replaying the events of morning, like a track stuck on replay. She felt tears pour out of her eyes, she didn't believe she did the thing she found so repulsive, she helped a man to cheat.

She just drove around, and after a while she decided she needed some human company, and the only person that came to her mind was Rory.

She didn't think about it for too long, so that she wouldn't second guess herself. She picked up the phone and called her best friend, who picked up on the first ring.

"Hey babe, let's get drunk," she said to her friend, not caring how she sounded.

"Rhea are you okay?" Her friend asked, it was obvious she was worried.

"I'm fine," Rhea said and hoped Rory bought it.

"You know it f**k it, let's get drunk," Rory agreed and Rhea as relieved.

"Yeah babe, let's go to club ecstasy."

"Rhea, it's not even noon."

"Who says it has to be night to go clubbing?" She asked.

"Everybody, it's called a nightclub for a reason," Rory said and Rhea groaned, silently cursing Rory for being so reasonable.

"You know what, I am going to steal some of my dad's whiskey and then we go to our old spot," Rhea suggested. Back when they were in high school and they needed to get away from the world.

When Rory and RM were tired of their parents' hold on her and Rhea was tired of faking a smile to the world, they would go to their place.

"Okay, I will be here when you are ready," Rory said and then disconnected the call.

Rhea felt totally renewed as she drove back to the Robinson Mansion and sneaked into her father's study.

It was a big office which smelt of cigar and whiskey, she stole - or as she would like to say - borrowed the whiskey. She then packed a pair of sweats and a T-shirt in an overnight bag and went back to her car. She began driving to Rory's new house.

On getting to the simple house, she didn't even bother to get down from the car, she just honked on her car. In a few seconds, Aurora Walters came out of her house, looking effortlessly beautiful in her oversized shirt and sweats.

"Rhea, you look terrible," Rory told her the moment she got into the car, Rhea just grimaced at that, Rory wasn't one to mince words.

"I don't want to talk about it," Rhea told her friend and thankfully she respected her wishes.

As they drove to their spot, they sang along to the radio, bringing out their head from the car, letting the wind blow them, only stopping for gas and snacks. Rhea felt far away from her problems, she felt free.

"We should face RM," Rhea suggested to Rory.

"Totally."

And so they face timed their best friend, laughing along the way, and before they knew it, they were miles and miles away, with no high rise building in sight, just miles and miles of green land and fresh air.

Immediately they got to their spot, Rory picked up her sketchbook and began to draw the most beautiful view. Her best friend was very talented in that area.

"Men are very stupid," Rhea said to Rory as she took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle, loving as it burned along her throat, loving the respite she knew it would bring.

"Yes they are," Aurora agreed.

"They are very arrogant and feel like the world should be on their feet," Rhea said, remembering Jason and his absolute rugged charm, how he was so at ease with himself, it annoyed her.

"Yeah."

"I can't believe I let him f**k me, when he had a fiancée," Rhea said, feeling a sob creep up her throat, and downed more alcohol to push it down, she didn't need to cry, not for him.

By the silence from the other end, Rhea knew Rory was shocked, she knew that it was not her style.

"Well, my husband brought his girlfriend to my house," Rory said and Rhea was shocked. It explained why Rory accepted to go drinking so easily, she was frustrated too.

Rhea hadn't expected Rory's husband to do that, it didn't seem like his style either.

"Men are scum!" Rhea declared.

"Yes, they are!"

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"That one looked scared," Brittany said as she laid down on the bed, beside him. She was probably expecting Jason to join her to mock little miss red, but Jason was fighting a mind battle of his.

He was feeling guilty, he felt guilty f*****g her over. He had no plans of taking her home, but she intrigued him, he wanted to know more.

She was like the forbidden fruit that he just had to taste, seeing her face when she thought he had a fiancée showed how incompatible they were.

It just showed how much of a good girl she was. It showed that she was the type that did relationships that wanted happily ever after.

One that involved a loving husband that mowed the lawn, two and half kids with a picket fence. Even thinking about it was nauseating.

Jason had no interest in that life, he had no idea why he felt bad when she left. He didn't even know her name, and he had no idea if they would ever meet again.

"I saw what she was doing to you," Brittany started, wiggling her eyebrows. "Do you want me to..." She continued, licking her lips in an attempt to look seductive, "Finish you off."

Jason had never said no to Brittany, and she was marvelous at blowjobs.

"Come here," he commanded, lying on the bed, gesturing for her to straddle him.

He let her suck him off, if for no reason but to show that he wasn't affected by little miss red.

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"Rhea, Rhea wake up, it's almost noon." Rhea heard Rory's annoying voice say.

"Arrgh, let me sleep," Rhea said snuggling further into the very uncomfortable bed.

"Come on, let's go, Nate has been spamming my phone with calls and messages."

"Awwn, your husband is so sweet," She said gushing, it was so cute that Aurora's husband cared so much for her.

"Well, that doesn't mean I am forgiving him, I am still very much mad at him," Rory said and Rhea just smiled.

She wanted missed calls, but not just from her annoying brothers and overprotective father. She wanted romantic love, someone to hold her. But annoyingly, when she thought of love, her mind went to the handsome devil she had slept with. The one with the fiancée, the one she could never have.