Chapter 5
After his amazing night with Stacy, Jetson knew he couldn’t let her get away. He had to make her his. With that thought in mind, he decided to take a month off work. He offered to take Stacy on a one-month getaway to Europe. She, of course, accepted with glee. During their month together, Jetson and Stacy had a wild time.
They fucked nonstop. They had sex in every place they could think of: the bed, the counter, the floor, against the wall, outside, on the beach, in the water, in the pool, in the shower, in the car—you name it, they had sex there. They had also tried a million different positions. This, of course, included all the basics: 69, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, etc. But they also experimented with some of the more exotic positions, including, but not limited to, acrobat, big dipper, G-spot sniper, pearly gates, pile driver, and tango.
Stacy was the epitome of sex on legs and Jetson couldn’t get enough of her. Just when he thought he would get bored, she would find some way to keep him interested. She was a nymph, there was no other way to explain it. She was the girl of his dreams. He had to make her his.
So Jetson got serious. The only way to make a girl like her stay in his life was to put a ring on her, and a very expensive ring at that. With his mind set on marrying Stacy, Jetson called his father.
“Dad! I’ve got big news!”
“Hmm?”
“You remember that Stacy girl from the party, Danny Damson’s daughter? Well, I’ve decided to ask her to marry me.” Jetson’s father was shocked. Although the party had been a scheme to find his son a steady girlfriend, Armando never thought it would actually work. Either way, it hadn’t even been a month; wasn’t it too early to be thinking of marriage?
“Son, isn’t it a little early? It hasn’t even been a month yet.” Armando knew the benefits of taking a risk—it was how he started his business, after all—but this frightened him. If Stacy decided to say no, Jetson would be crushed, but if she said yes and then later filed for divorce, she could walk away with a lot of money from the Suarez family. This was a huge decision and he hoped his son would make the right choice.
“Dad, I think I might actually love her!” Jetson was excited. He didn’t understand why his father was doubting him. Shouldn’t his father be happy for him? He was finally settling down just like his father wanted.
“Well, if you are sure, then I will support you 100%.”
“Great! In that case, do you think you could send me some money?” Jetson hoped his father would pay for the ring or he would be out of luck. The European getaway had ended up being more expensive than expected, as Stacy took full advantage of his credit card to buy anything she wanted, from the most expensive designer bag to six-figure jewelry.
“For a ring?” his father inquired.
“Yes.” There was a long pause and Jetson feared the worst. He couldn’t let Stacy get away and he feared that if he didn’t pop the question by the time their vacation was over, then he would lose her forever. He couldn’t lose his little sex goddess.
“Okay.” Jetson was elated. “How much do you need?”
“Oh, I’d say about a million should cover it.” There was another long pause.
“You are killing me. She better be worth it.” While Armando was wealthy, with countless billions, he still didn’t like giving his son freebies. He wanted his son to know the value of a dollar. His son needed to work hard if he ever had hopes of taking over the Suarez Empire. But for once he decided to go easy on his son.
“Thanks, dad. You won’t regret it.” Jetson hung up and smiled to himself. Now all he had to do was call Danny to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage. He dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hey! Danny! It’s me, Jetson Suarez, son of Armando Suarez.”
“Oh, Jetson! Great to hear from you! How are you? How’s the vacation with my daughter treating you? Are you two having a good time?” Danny sounded happy.
“Great! Great! In fact… I have big news!” Jetson had a hard time containing himself.
“Hmm?”
“Well… if you’ll give me your blessing… I would like to marry your daughter.” There was a long pause and Jetson feared rejection. He held his breath.
“Hello?” Jetson asked quietly.
“Oh sorry! You just caught me off guard wasn’t expecting that. But… yes, of course, you have my blessing! I am happy my daughter could find someone like yourself. You have my full support.” Danny sounded excited. Jetson was elated. He smirked to himself, thanking the man.
With everything going smoothly, Jetson checked his bank account to find that his father had already wired the money he needed. Jetson smirked, heading to the nearest, high-end jeweler. He would buy her a ring she couldn’t reject.
It was the last day of their getaway and Jetson was nervous. There was a little, black box burning a hole in his pocket. What if she said no? Jetson was afraid of rejection as he fiddled with the box throughout their fancy dinner inside of the Eiffel Tower. He had waited until they were in Paris to propose. What better place to pop the question? Nonetheless, even with the odds in his favor, he was still nervous.
He watched as Stacy ate her meal. She was almost done with it, which meant it was getting close to the time where he would get down on one knee.
“You have been awfully quiet tonight,” Stacy commented as she looked at him. She looked beautiful, like always. Jetson could feel himself sweating. What was wrong with him? He was usually so sure of himself. There was just something about Stacy that made him feel submissive. If she looked at him with that piercing look of hers, he felt compelled to obey her every command.
“Oh… um… just a lot on my mind,” Jetson stuttered a bit, trying to be casual but failing horribly.
“Oh? Like what?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, a habit of hers that drove him insane. He loved the way she could act so innocent and yet be so naughty.
“Well… there’s this girl that is really important to me and I want to ask her this really important question.” He looked at her.
“Oh? Is that so?” There was a sour look on Stacy’s face now. Jetson gulped, realizing that he had upset her. By being vague in his response, she had assumed he was talking about another girl. He had to do it now or he would be screwed.
To Stacy’s surprise, she watched as Jetson got down on one knee before her. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the little, black box. It was only then that Stacy realized what was going on. She gasped.
“Stacy, will you marry me?” Jetson looked at her confidently. It was amazing how his nerves had suddenly evaporated. He flashed her a sexy smile. She started to nod, getting up and hugging him tightly.
Jetson chuckled a bit as the hug forced his head into her amazing cleavage, which, by the way, was all too real. He nuzzled into her chest a bit before she pushed him away. They both laughed.
As he slipped the diamond ring onto her slender finger, they both knew that this would be the beginning of a beautifully sexy marriage.
Jetson and Stacy ended up being the couple of the year. They were all over the media as this generation’s power couple. They seemed absolutely perfect for each other. Everyone loved them.
The media adored them and followed them everywhere they went from the moment they announced their marriage to the public. The media was all over their wedding arrangements, the actual wedding, and, of course, their honeymoon. The couple barely had a moment of privacy, but they didn’t mind. Both of them loved the attention.
Throughout the whole thing, all Nicole could do was watch with a broken heart. She had been heartbroken from the moment she found out that Jetson would be taking a one-month vacation with Stacy, the stupid woman they had picked up on the eventful day that Jetson had ridden her bareback.
The only thing she could do was wonder what was going on. When the marriage had been announced, all she could do was watch as her heart broke into a million pieces. She couldn’t escape it; they were everywhere. She had thought that Jetson loved her, but now she knew that all those times he had fucked her meant nothing to him.
Nicole was angry. She had tried to get in touch with him countless times, but he never picked up. Fine, if he didn’t want to talk to her, then he would never see her again. About two weeks after the marriage announcement, Nicole quit her job as a stewardess.
Jetson didn’t really care. He had a sexy, new fiancée; why should he care about some lowly stewardess? Stacy was a goddess compared to Nicole. He had to admit that with the new, male stewards, his flights did get a little boring, but what did it matter? He knew when he went home there would be a sexy nymph waiting for him.
Jetson honestly didn’t give Nicole a second thought after finding out she had quit. She had just been a fun fuck while it lasted. He had moved onto bigger and better things!
Nicole, however, couldn’t stop thinking about Jetson, no matter how hard she tried. Things only got worse when three months passed by and her stomach started to grow. She blamed it on stress eating at first, but as five months rolled around, there was no denying it: she was pregnant.
Nicole didn’t know what to do. The child, of course, was Jetson’s; it couldn’t be anyone else’s. She hadn’t fucked anyone else except Jetson. Plus, he had fucked her bareback and exploded inside of her. Unless she was the new Mother Mary, there could be no other explanation.
But what was she supposed to do? Could she call him? Wouldn’t that just ruin his marriage to be? The media would explode with scandal. Nicole knew that if the press found out about this that his name would be put to shame.
And while Nicole did hate Jetson for abandoning her for another woman, a part of her still loved him. She knew she wouldn’t be capable of hurting him like that. She knew, deep down, that she’d have to raise the child as a single mother. Jetson couldn’t know he had a child or it would ruin both of their lives.
With a heavy heart, she scheduled a doctor’s appointment to find out, once and for all, if she was truly pregnant. It was obvious, but there was a part of her that didn’t want to believe it without cold, hard facts. She was nervously waiting in the waiting room before the doctor emerged with a smile on his face.
“Congratulations.” Nicole felt sick to her stomach.
Chapter 6
Jetson lived a worry-free life. He had a sexy wife, a new home, a new car, and anything else he could ever want. (His new father-in-law, Danny, was very generous). He had red-hot sex every night. He still couldn’t believe that women like Stacy existed, but he was glad he could call the sex goddess his own.
Jetson even got back to work, flying old #52 like he used to. The plane was becoming outdated by now, but Jetson had an attachment to the jet that he couldn’t quite explain so he kept flying it even as his father tried to convince him to try out the new model, #53. Jetson didn’t want to hear it. He kept flying #52.
Everything seemed right to Jetson. He was living the perfect life. That is, until the day he decided to go for a run. Stacy was a monster in bed and he had to work out frequently in order to maintain a stamina that could keep up with her. She had the stamina of a marathon runner and that forced Jetson to work out more often than he ever had. He didn’t like the gym scene so he often stuck to running around town.
Usually, he would run in the morning before one of his flights, but today he got caught up doing this and that and didn’t have time for a run until the late afternoon. The sun was still out, but he knew he would only have an hour before it started to go down. An important man, like himself, knew the dangers of being out after dark, so he decided to make it a quick, fifteen-minute run.
Putting in his headphones, he started to jog. He never paid much attention when running, but five minutes into his run, he stopped dead in his tracks. Walking on the sidewalk, approaching him, was none other than Nicole.
He hadn’t spoken to her since the day they had picked up Stacy. She looked just as gorgeous as ever, but the thing that shocked him the most was the baby stroller she was pushing along. She hadn’t spotted him yet.
Jetson wondered if she had been knocked up by some other guy. He wondered if she had some boyfriend he didn’t know about. Jetson had never bothered to ask, of course, but for some reason he always suspected he was the only man who fucked her on a regular basis.
The thought of another man fucking Nicole made him sick. He was a very possessive person, and even now, happily married, he felt jealous of someone being with Nicole. He wondered what the father of the child was like. Despite his better judgment, he decided to talk to her.
“Niki!” The sound of Jetson’s voice made her head spring up suddenly. Her eyes grew as she saw him. Jetson? She couldn’t believe her eyes. She almost hugged him before remembering that she was walking their son. She almost panicked. What would she do? She didn’t know. She stood there like a deer caught in headlights.
Jetson approached her, not yet close enough to see inside the baby stroller. He flashed her a warm smile, hoping to flare up some old emotions in her, hoping his smile could make her as wet as it used to when they worked together. He could see her cheeks redden and beamed with pride, thinking he had succeeded. But Nicole wasn’t horny; she was petrified.
What would Jetson do when he found out the baby was his? Would he get mad? Would he take the baby away? Nicole honestly had no idea and that terrified her more than anything.
“How are you doing?” he asked politely. Nicole didn’t answer. She was frozen in place and wished she could disappear. She would rather be anywhere else in the world.
“Cat got your tongue, huh? You always did get a little flustered around me; isn’t that right, Niki?” he teased her gently before smirking at her. In his mind, he was driving her wild. In his mind, he pictured a ravished Nicole pouncing on him, overcome with desire, ready to do whatever he asked. Seeing as she wouldn’t answer, however, he tried a different method.
“And who is this little guy? Been fucking someone behind my back?” Jetson continued to tease her. Once again Nicole stood quietly as her eyes grew bigger. She watched as he peered into the stroller to look at the baby.
“No… wait!” Nicole tried to stop him, but it was too late. Jetson looked inside of the stroller and was shocked to meet a baby version of himself. He thought back to all the baby pictures he had ever seen of himself and the baby looked just like him. He couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening?
“Niki…” Nicole’s eyes were huge. He had seen his son and Nicole knew it was all over now.
“Look… I can explain,” Nicole tried to stutter, but Jetson had already grabbed the baby out of the stroller. He stared at the baby before thrusting it in Nicole’s face.
“Please! Please fucking do!” Jetson was furious.
“I… I…”
“I swear, if this is some kind of sick joke to break up me and Stacy, then you have another thing coming!” Jetson looked at the baby with disgust as it started to wail in his arms.
“Please… you’re hurting him!” Nicole pled with the irate Jetson.
Suddenly they both blinked as there was a blinding flash. After his eyes adjusted, he was horrified to see a reporter standing there with a camera in his hands and a smirk painted on his face.
“Fuck.”