Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell
Elijah
“Hey there, little buddy,” I scratch Christian’s chest gently, and he squeals with laughter. He grabs my finger and holds it tight. That’s it, my baby. Know that Daddy will always be there for you.
I look at Allyson and find her looking around. She's still worried about using Christian as the face of my new venture. Our company has expanded to selling mobile houses and trailers. Our target market is low-income families. The marketing department suggested using a small family as models for advertisement. I made sure that they cast my son, Christian, as the center of the ad. He’s my son – my heir. He deserves to be the face of all my businesses.
“Nicholas will not find him,” Allyson turns to me with wide eyes. Shit. His name slipped from my mouth! I force a smile and lie about having Allyson’s background checked for Kelly. “What really happened between you?” I act innocently.
“He’s not my son’s father,” Allyson declares with conviction. She takes Christian from the stroller and holds him like she’s afraid that someone might take him away.
How much did Nicholas abuse her? Allyson panics in terror at the mention of his name. After ensuring that no one is watching us, I gently hold Allyson's hand and massage it to calm her down. She stops shaking and locks eyes with me. Little Fox. My body heats up as I imagine those big brown almond-shaped eyes rolling in ecstasy every time I take her. Her lips shake while trying to hold back her tears. I want to calm them by sliding my lips to hers.
Shit. My cock is growing wild. I’m becoming sweaty and feverish over my growing lust.
“Mr. Smith,” Allyson quickly pulls her hand when someone walks to the waiting area. The marketing staff acts indifferent and points at the baby. “We need the little one now.”
Allyson’s face is red from blushing. Her youthful glow adds a lot to her natural beauty. She avoids my eyes while giving the baby to the staff. She stands like a statue when I stand next to her and watch our son shoot his first ad for the company he will soon own.
I want to slide my hands on hers, but her phone suddenly rings. Allyson smiles quickly and walks to the corner of the room. A message notification sounds from my phone. Delilah? She never sends me a message directly unless it is urgent.
“What is it?” I ask after Delilah picks up my call.
“She’s sold,” Delilah tells me.
"What do you mean?" I want to throw away my phone when Delilah explains that someone bought Allyson as a slave. She tried to convince the young mother to refuse the offer. Allyson insisted and agreed after the buyer raised the bid. "Didn't I tell you to keep her away from that program?"
I slam a fist on the table, making the people in the room look at my way. Allyson stops talking on her phone. "Is something wrong, Elijah?" She looks at our son and adds, “If he’s being a problem, you could just take him out.”
“No,” I hold back myself from grabbing her out of the room and slamming her on the wall. She accepted another master? One man had used her body after I owned her. I will not let another feast on her body again. The moment she bore my son, her body was mine! Damn you, Delilah! “It’s another business,” I look away to avoid glaring at her.
“H-how long will this shoot take?”
“You have somewhere else to go?” My voice is raspy with anger. Is she going to take my son, so she’ll be with her new master?
“I need to go somewhere a little later,” Allyson seems undecided.
"I can take care of Christian," I declare. "I'll watch over him for a while. You can take him from the hotel again like the last time."
“No, I’ll call Debbie.”
“Look, Allyson. I have a lot going on right now,” I declare with dominance. “Leave the baby with me. I’ll take care of him. Just do your thing.”
Allyson's eyebrows curve in shock. I don't give her a chance to object to my offer and walk back to the shoot. She stands in the corner for a while. Stay. I pray softly. If she leaves, I would have to make a decision.
Delilah has once asked me if I am willing to lose Kelly over Allyson. I can't lose Kelly. But it doesn't mean I can keep both of them. If Allyson leaves, I'll have to drop her and take my son with me.
"I'm not trying to ruin the shoot, Elijah," Allyson glances at our son, who everyone finds to look like me. "I'll be back as soon as possible. I'll give your assistant my number. "
“Remember the hotel where I took him? Just go there,” Allyson still looks perplexed by my erratic mood. Before she can think of objecting, I call Terrence and instruct him to drive Allyson to where she wants to go.
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