Epilogue
Richard smiled at the text message from his recent conquest. An amateur model from some fashion show who did a really nice trick with her mouth. She sucked his dick like a lollipop.
It was his lunch break, and he’d already seen Lily and Wayne. They wanted him to be a godparent slash uncle for their unborn son. She’d had the ultrasound confirming sex, and they were already planning a room and decorations. Seeing the love and happiness in his friends’ faces gave him a shred of hope. Even though the Beast was still very much present in negotiations, people noticed a difference in him.
Some people were just made for each other.
Glancing out of his office window, he watched Scarlet Hughes, the young office trainee fresh out of college and a thorn in his ever-loving side, bend over the desk. Her rounded ass was in full view and his dick tented in his trousers. Fucking hell, he was a thirty-year-old man. He did not lust after young women.
There was nothing wrong with the girl other than his growing attraction to her. Everyone in the office adored her. She was so lovable and baked cookies for everyone, even the clients enjoyed her calming presence.
Shaking his head at the horrid, inappropriate thoughts running through his head, he sent back a text to his overindulgent and older flavour of the month.
Want some loving. U available 2night?
Richard knew he’d never get the hang of text talk. He was a lawyer for Christ’s sakes. He shouldn’t be using abbreviations for anything but case law and legislation with note taking.
A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts. Scarlet stood waiting for his call. Turning his phone onto vibrate, he gestured for her to enter.
“You’ve got mail here, and I’ve been told to tell you, your two o’clock is running behind.” She handed him the letters and the note slip.
Scarlet turned to leave, and Richard enjoyed the view of her ass. Not a skinny thing that he usually liked but a nice plump bottom. He thought how tasty it would be to bite into the rounded flesh.
Fuck. Pre-cum was already leaking from his slit. He could feel the damn thing.
“Oh, before I forget,” she said, turning back to face him. “I noticed your friends earlier. Please let me not make a fool of myself but the woman is pregnant right?”
“You mean Lily? Yes, she’s pregnant.” He pulled himself farther under the desk, hoping she wouldn’t see his tight trousers.
“Well, I’ve got a cot and pram. I know some people like to buy new but these have been well-looked after, and I’d love to see them go to a new home.”
“You’ve got a child?”
“Yes, Harry, he’s four in August.” She came forward, pulling out a mobile phone. Even to him, the thing looked dated. She showed him a picture of a young boy.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two, sir.”
This was so wrong. The woman he lusted after had a child of four.
“I think they’ll buy new,” he said and stopped when he saw the disappointment on her face.
“Oh, yes, I understand. Thanks anyway.”
She moved out of the office, and he could breathe easier. He steered away from women with kids. Why would she be any different?
Unfortunately, Richard didn’t have an answer for that question.
The End