Billionaire Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 6-1: Under the Influence of Alcohol.

ABIGAIL POV:

As I step out of the bar, this tall man suddenly scoops me up in his arms, causing me to let out a low scream.

"Relax, baby, I'll take you home," he says.

My head feels heavy from the alcohol, so I lean against his chest and ask, "What about Giulia?"

He lets out a soft laugh and tells me, "Don't worry, Archer will take care of her."

Archer? I'm not sure if I can trust this person. I think it's best to bring Giulia along. But as I try to suggest it to him, the alcohol takes hold once again, making my mind dizzy and my cheeks flush. I gaze at his captivating profile, unable to remember anything else.

Next thing I know, he places me in the backseat of a car, and in the confined space, our breaths become rapid and heated.

"Hey, baby, do you mind if I take off your glasses? I'm worried they might hurt you..." he says.

I hear him say that, and then I reach out and remove my glasses. When he sees my entire face, he marvels as if witnessing a miracle, saying, "Jesus... you're simply... unbelievably beautiful."

He can't help but cup my face, his eyes, green like the sea, brimming with devotion and desire for me.

I feel his call, my gaze fixated on his enticing lips, unable to look away.

Then, he leans in, his scorching breath and feather-light kisses descending upon me, causing my body to tremble slightly.

He passionately sucks on my lips, reluctant to let go. I close my eyes and willingly extend my tongue, our wet and supple tongues exploring each other, entwining together. We exchange saliva and softly moan, and when he lightly nibbles on my tongue, waves of tingling pleasure wash over me.

He kisses me deeply, refusing to give me any breathing space.

My heart is about to burst from my chest, and I have to push him away momentarily to catch my breath. I'm not completely drunk yet, so when I lift my eyes to look at him, I recognize him! He's actually my boss—Mason.

"Oh my god, you're..." I don't even get to say "Mr. Greenwood" before he kisses me again.

This time it's more intense than before, as he vigorously explores my mouth, making my tongue tingle.

"No, Mason, we shouldn't..." I try to call out his name after he briefly leaves my lips.

But he seems oblivious, shifting his focus to my sensitive ears, his nimble tongue caressing every inch of skin inside, delicately teasing every crevice.

"Mmm..." I let out a pleasurable moan as he kisses my neck.

He pants heavily but doesn't give up kissing my lips. While he kisses me, he asks, "Poor thing, where is your home? I feel like I should take you back."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't do something to you..." he adds with a seductive smile.

I'm dizzy from his kisses, too captivated to fully understand his words, and all I manage to say is, "No, no, don't go." I'm intoxicated by the joy he brings me, so I tell him that.

But then I realize the grave consequences my words might bring.

Desire ignites in Mason's eyes, a flame that only wants to consume me.

"Miss, this is what you asked for," Mason responds in a husky voice.

He locks me in the back compartment and quickly takes the driver's seat. After speeding through several streets, he brings me to a completely unfamiliar place.

We ride the elevator all the way up to the top-floor apartment, and in that split second before the doors close, he starts kissing me passionately. He lifts me up, gripping my buttocks as I wrap my legs around his waist. As his hands slip under my clothes, I feel my panties getting wet.

Mason carries me into the apartment, and we continue our heated kiss, forgetting to turn on the lights.

He undoes my buttons and eagerly sucks on my breasts, savoring my taste. Soon, he strips off all my clothes, leaving me naked on the cold wooden floor, right next to a floor-to-ceiling window. Through the window, the bustling streets of Los Angeles are on full display.

A shiver runs down my spine as my back touches the chilly surface. When I look at Mason again, he's already undressed himself.

Moonlight streams through the glass, casting an ethereal glow upon Mason's naked Greek god-like body. His curly hair is lush like seaweed, and his skin glistens. The V-shaped line from his side waist leads to his firm muscles, radiating a subtle golden hue. I have to admit, my throat feels dry and tense.

Then, he uses his knee to part my legs, claiming the space between them.

His posture resembles kneeling on one knee. He grabs one of my hands and looks at me with lustful emerald eyes. I feel a sense of familiarity.

He gently kisses my wrist, and suddenly, my dormant memories come alive. He's the man I had a one-night stand with five years ago!

"Is it you?" I ask instinctively.

He leans closer, his gaze slightly puzzled, not understanding the question I just posed. But soon, a mischievous smile appears on his face, and he replies, "Yes, it's me, Mason Greenwood."

Unaware of what I truly meant to ask, he goes on with a self-introduction. That brings me back to some semblance of sobriety, realizing that I'm lying completely naked in the home of my boss, Mason Greenwood.

A wave of embarrassment hits me, and I try to cover my breasts with my other hand, but Mason swiftly removes it. He lifts both my hands above my head, pressing his scorching member against my intimate area, then kisses my lips like he's tasting a cherry.

"Oh, Mason, we shouldn't..." I say to him, but my body trembles under his teasing.

"Oh, Mason..." My resistance gradually turns into moans as my arousal intensifies.

When his huge d**k forcefully enters my tightness, I gasp for air. But soon, his rhythmic thrusts make me feel incredibly comfortable.

He easily finds my sweet spot and relentlessly pounds into me, causing my juices to flow and create a squelching sound. My wanton cries echo throughout the apartment, and I realize I'm having s*x with my boss, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame, yet unable to resist the ecstasy coursing through me.

Time becomes a blur, and my consciousness is lost in pleasure. Mason lifts my hips, initiating the final sprint. Electric waves of pleasure radiate from my spine to every inch of my body. Just before my c****x, I arch my back like a cat, reaching the pinnacle of sensitivity.

With his last powerful thrust hitting the bullseye, I release a clear liquid, and Mason, in deep panting breaths, ejaculates his seed. Abundant fluids trickle down from our connection point as I tremble in the aftermath of my orgasm...

Under the pure moonlight, we continue to embrace and kiss passionately, like two pools of soft milk blending together, reluctant to part.

MASON POV:

It's still not completely bright outside as I wake up next to Abigail, once again amazed by her beauty.

She has soft and lush golden hair that covers the entire pillow. Her skin is smooth like cream, even in the faint light, it has a porcelain-like glow. Her long eyelashes tremble slightly in her sleep, making me want to protect her.

All this beauty of hers is hidden beneath her usual simple looks. It's as if she deliberately doesn't want others to know how attractive she truly is.

Abigail lies on the bed, breathing softly, her rosy lips tempting like cherries on a cake. She's covered with a thin sheet, and through it, I can clearly see her alluring curves.

Damn, the memory of our sweet night together comes rushing back, and I'm getting aroused once again.

I lean against the headboard, gazing at Abigail's face while gently caressing her arm with my fingers.

She drives me crazy, and it's been a long time since I've had this kind of s****l experience. Except for that hot night five years ago... I haven't felt this kind of pleasure since then.

Unable to resist, I grab her hand and kiss it, which seems to wake her up.

ABIGAIL POV:

As I wake up, I find myself lying next to Mason Greenwood, who is passionately kissing my fingers!

"Oh! You..." I quickly pull my hand away, only to be greeted by a headache the next second.

I drank way too much last night.

"What's wrong?" Mason asks in his husky voice.

I see him bare-chested, revealing his strong chest, and I realize I'm wearing nothing but a sheet.

Mason smirks, his captivating emerald eyes icy cool like mint leaves, and I remember the absurdity of what happened between us last night.

My cheeks instantly flush, and it feels like steam is coming out of my ears.

Mason looks at me with an intrigued expression, and I pull the sheet tighter around myself. After sobering up, a strong sense of shame washes over me as I realize I had a one-night stand with my boss. And before this, I never casually slept with anyone!

"You... I... we... last night..." I'm in a panic, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"Relax, Abby," Mason says to me.

I try to steady my breathing and finally manage to ask, "We... we slept together last night?"

Mason nods and gives me a satisfied smile.

I let out a sigh but still feel the pressure. I shouldn't have slept with someone after getting drunk, especially when that person is my boss, and I've heard he's already engaged. I'm also a mother to a four-year-old girl...

"Oh my God!" I scream, realizing that Mia is waiting for me at home. I didn't go home or call her all night, she must be worried sick!

Without much thought, I quickly get up to find my clothes and see Mia before going to work.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry, babe?" Mason stares at my naked body, wearing a teasing smile.

I hastily put on my pants and button up my damn shirt, not bothering to say goodbye to my boss who's still lying in bed.

"Abby, you don't have to button up all the way, you know, your breasts are so beautiful." He doesn't forget to flirt with me.

I couldn't help but give him a cold stare and turned to say, "Hey, Mason, or should I call you Mr. Greenwood? I don't have time for small talk right now. Today is my first day at work, and I need to see my daughter before I go."

"Oh, as for what happened last night, I think we all acted on impulse, so let's not make a big deal out of it..." I pretended to be casual as I walked towards the door and picked up my high heels.

"Maybe I can give you the day off today?" Mason said nonchalantly. He had his arm propped up on a pillow, shrugged, and continued, "Or perhaps I should give you a new position? After all, I believe..."

His words started to sound offensive, and I sensed an underlying meaning.

"Mr. Greenwood!" I addressed him sternly. "Please don't get it twisted. I'm not the kind of person who tries to bribe the boss with my body for career advancement. Everything that happened between us was a mistake, and you don't need to dwell on it."

"And your way of speaking makes me uncomfortable," I added.

Mason was taken aback by my reaction. He stood there in silence for a moment before finally saying, "Okay, I apologize for that, but..."

I didn't let him finish because I was too angry. I opened the door and walked out of the apartment.