Billionaire’s Unexpected Crush

Nyla Lexington stood outside of the biker bar with the bright neon signs, and flashing lights. Unsure if she wanted to go in, she hesitated. She could smell the smoke from here, she knew this wasn't a place she'd ever run into her ex-husband, as he preferred higher-class bars and clubs.

Having her divorced finalized a couple weeks ago, she knew it would take some time before she emotionally got over everything, legally it was done. She was a lawyer, she knew how these things worked, but she wanted to do something risky and reckless tonight to celebrate as a moving on thing.

She always did everything right. She graduated high school with a good GPA, went to college and got her law degree, then got married. Her husband had been another lawyer in the law firm where she'd worked for almost ten years, a seven year marriage, down the drain.

He'd cheated on her with at least three clients that she knew about, four secretaries and goodness knows how many other females outside of the work place he'd been intimate with. She was just thankful she hadn't contracted any S.T.Ds from him, or had children with such an ass.

For once, she wanted to do something out of character, and fun. She'd always liked a bad boy and a man in leather. A biker bar seemed like a good place to pick up a hot man who had an edge of danger.

Apparently marrying a man who'd pretend he was an angel was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Disgusted that she hadn't seen through it earlier, or seen the warning signs before she married him, she couldn't blame anyone but herself.

Nyla walked to the doors and walked in, she was immediately assaulted by the thick smell of smoke, sex, and beer. She walked in and went to the bar and ordered herself a martini on the rocks. She wasn't much of a beer drinker, but she could shoot tequila with the best of them. Before she drank, she wanted to get the lay of the bar and see what kind of people were here first.

She was feeling adventurous, but still, she couldn't bring herself to be so stupid she got herself killed.

Sipping her martini, she sat back and watched people play pool and dance in the middle of the bar. The sweaty grinding on the small dance floor had Nyla slightly aroused as she watched the groping and kissing.

Ducking her head to sip on her drink, she eyed everyone from above her glass.

Until he walked in.

Her heart was pounding as she saw him. Hot in mostly all leather, with a bandana around his head and his leather boots made her want to go over there and touch him. She literally felt like she was about to start drooling.

He didn't need to act tough, he looked tough. His leather vest over his white t-shirt showed off the tattoos all over his arms. He walked with an air of confidence and a grace that belied his large size. His arm muscles were as thick as tree trunks and his narrow waist tapered into his pants to show his fit build.

The man was incredibly sexy. Nyla drank the shot quickly and then ordered another one, watching him from a distance. She needed more liquid courage than two drinks if she was going to approach him, and because of it, she ordered three more drinks back to back.

A group of men in the back apparently had noticed her drinking and worked their way over to her at the bar, nodding to the bartender, they tossed a few dollars on the bar and ordered her another drink.

Nyla was intimidated; there were three of them, and one of her. Grungy and dirty looking, they smelled like smoke and as if they hadn't bathed for a few days. This was not the type of bad boy she wanted. She preferred men with hygiene.

They started to crowd her, and her head spun a little bit from all the alcohol. She left the drink they'd ordered her untouched on the counter.

"Don't be rude, we bought you a drink," The shortest one told her. He was also the meanest looking one. "I've had enough, thank you though." Nyla said, trying to avoid confrontation.

"Now that's just plain nasty. We bought you a drink; you should at least take a sip so Eddy here doesn't get offended." The guy wearing a leather vest with patches all over it, including a patch that said 'I heart rape'.

Nyla gulped and shook her head, and went to squeeze around them when the largest of the men who had a large beard grabbed her arm.

"No precious, you aren't going anywhere, we came over here to give you a good time, and you aren't leaving until we are done." He laughed and his fingers tightened painfully on her arm. "Pick up that drink, or I'll force it down your throat."

Nyla glanced at the bartender helplessly, who turned his back on her and started to polish a glass with a rag.

Yeah, great, thanks for the help asshole, Nyla couldn't help but think as she stared at his back in shock.

She looked desperately around the bar to see if anyone would help her, and realized that no one intended to intervene.

The shorter man tried to grope her.

Nyla tried to slap his hand away and earned a laugh from all three of the men.

"Stop, I'm not interested," Nyla told them and tried to grab her purse off the counter to leave realizing she'd almost forgot it.

"No, honey, we are very interested in you. I love me a woman with curves, and you wore that dress on purpose, didn't you. To draw attention. You got it, now you can't take it back." The bearded man sneered at her as he reached out and touched her cheek.

Nyla jerked her head away and looked around the room in fear and finally made eye contact with the hunk that had walked in a few minutes earlier.

He cocked his head as he looked at her and seemed to be assessing the situation, Nyla hoped her face showed her fear and that he'd come help her.

Ethan Timmons stared at the curvy girl at the bar who looked panicky. She was surrounded by three men who looked rather suspect, and he was deciding if he should intervene.

With his military background, he knew he could take on three half drunk bikers by himself, but he generally tried to avoid confrontation. Normally, he avoided regular clubs because people recognized him. He was extremely rich, his grandfather was still alive and kicking, but he was the heir to a huge diamond mining company, and oil properties all over the world. His inheritance ran into the billions. He had no desire to have women drooling all over him because of his money, so he tried to avoid places where he thought women would figure out who he really was.

Ethan had come here to drink and play pool. He hadn't been looking to rescue a girl who stuck out like a sore thumb, a lamb among sheep.

What kind of idiot woman would flaunt her assets in a bar where the women punched harder than the men?

Her dark hair was done up and curled slightly around her face and neck, her red mini dress hugged every curve like someone painted it on her, and her gigantic breasts threatened to spill out over the top. Her black heels showed off her ankles and legs to perfection. She was curvy in all the right places, soft and feminine looking. In a bar where half the women dressed like men and acted tougher than snot, she definitely stood out.

If she had been trying to pick up a man, she bit off more than she could chew. Ethan just wasn't sure if he wanted to rescue said damsel in distress.

If you wanted to tangle with bikers, you needed to be able to handle it when you drew the wrong attention. She looked completely lost and out of her element.

Sighing to himself when her puppy dog eyes made eye contact with him, he couldn't leave her to be molested or raped by the half drunk idiots accosting her. Wishing he'd avoided looking at her, he was a sucker for a damsel in distress.

He got up, his pool cue in hand and walked over to the bar.

"Is there a problem here gentlemen?" He asked nonchalantly, watching for signs of aggression.

"Go away prissy boy, she's ours." The short man told him and reached out to grab the woman's breast through her dress and making her squeak and try to back away from him.

"It doesn't appear the little lady is willing, and I'd wager since there's plenty of willing ladies around here, you should probably let her go and find meat that wants to be caught." He said, his voice going hard when the man reached for a knife in his pocket.

The man flicked his little pocket knife open and Ethan resisted the urge to laugh. His black-ops training would come in handy in a fight, he might be ex military, but he still practiced and didn't let himself get rusty. You never knew when you'd need to fight for your life.

Like in a bar. With drunken fools.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I'd hate to hurt you," Ethan warned him, and watched as the other two men pulled similar type weapons from their back pocket and turned away from the woman, letting her arms go.

She grabbed her purse and ran to the woman's bathroom, leaving him alone with the three men, not even bothering to say thank you.

"You ass! You scared her off!" The man with the beard yelled at him.

The man with the pocket knife lunged at him, and Ethan danced out of the way, and grabbed the man's wrist and twisted, forcing him to drop the knife.

"Keep fighting and your wrist will break from the pressure. I'd rather not break your wrist. Let's settle this like gentlemen, shall we? You walk away, and no one gets hurt." Ethan told him, the adrenaline from the fight hitting his system and making him hyper focus on the three men in front of him.

"Fuck you man," The short man said as he came to kick him between the legs.

Ethan let go of the man's wrist and jumped out of the way of the kick, stumbling backwards.

The bartender looked at the four of them and shook his head. "Take this outside, or I'll call the cops. Now."

The men froze at the mention of the cops and Ethan took the opportunity to take a few steps back and try to get out of kicking or hitting reach. He bent down and swiped up the pocket knife and closed it.

"I believe this is yours?" He held it out to the man whose wrist he'd bent painfully to make him let go of the knife.

The man didn't say a word but took it from him his eyes slightly averted, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Are we good now, or do we need to finish this in the parking lot?" Ethan asked the three men who exchanged glances and then the bearded man spoke up.

"No, were cool. Our beef really wasn't with you anyways. We'll just wait for the little lady to come out of the bathroom." The bearded man told Ethan, flashing his yellow, broken teeth.

"Well, I can't let you do that, I claim her as mine. I'll fight for her." Ethan announced and stared them down until all three of the men dropped their gaze from his face.

"Fine. She's not worth it." The short man said and turned to the bar and pounded his fist to get the bartender's attention and ordered a beer.

Ethan walked over to the girls’ bathroom and knocked on the door.

"It's safe to come out, let me walk you out to your car though." He called through the door, crossing his arms like a bouncer, he waited for her to come out.

Nyla had her fingers painfully tight gripping the sink as she leaned on it and was hyperventilating in the bathroom, she'd been sure she just abandoned the poor man to his death, she didn't think a man could take on three, burly bikers by himself.

When she heard him yell through the door to her she almost had a heart attack, she'd been scared to come out of the bathroom and hadn't been able to figure out how she was going to get to her car to get home.

Coming here was stupid on her part, she realized that now.

Walking over to the door, she opened it and looked around outside, seeing the men drinking at the bar with their backs turned to the rest of the bar.

"How did you do that?" She whispered to him in awe.

"I just reasoned with them, and the bartender threatened to call the cops on them if they didn't stop fighting in the middle of his bar." He shrugged, "I'm Ethan."

"Nyla, I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I'd have rather it been under different circumstances. I don't normally need rescued." She told him, and then glanced down at the ground, looking embarrassed.

"Would you like a drink?" Ethan asked her, he looked down into her eyes and realized he was drawn to her. Something about the hurt expression on her face making her look like a wounded animal brought out his protective instincts.

"I'd love a drink with you, I'm just not sure here is a safe place to do it," Nyla told him and then decided to be bold. "But, I have plenty of alcohol back at my condo, no pressure and no hurt feelings if you don't want to join me."

"Sure, I have my motorcycle here, I can follow you." Ethan normally didn't go home with strange women, but he wanted to get to know her better. Offering her his arm, he smiled at her, which took years off his face.

Nyla couldn't help but stare at him and resist the urge to kiss him. Looping her arm through his, she teetered on the extra tall high heels she'd stupidly worn and knew she'd struggle to walk through the gravel again to her car.

"Parked out front?" He asked her, almost shouting into her ear as they walked across the bar, the loud music and laughter made it hard to hear.

She nodded, and then breathed in the fresh air once they made it outside.

"The smoke in there made my lungs feel like they were going to explode." She told him as she walked to her car with him following her to make sure she got there safely.

"Luckily for you, I don't smoke." He grinned at her and winked. "My bike is over by the front doors, I'll grab it and follow you, but just in case, here's my cell number if we get lost."

He pulled out his wallet and a pen from inside his leather jacket, and wrote down his number on his business card and handed it to her.

"Thanks, I'll wait for you." Nyla turned her car on and pulled out, waiting for him at the exit of the parking lot while he started his bike.

Looking down, she examined his card. She recognized the company name. Her law offices handled a lot of their contracts. Thinking about it for a minute, she gasped when it hit her who he really was.

Driving back to her house as he followed her, she panicked. If she got involved with him and it blew up in their face, it could very well threaten a huge financial contract with her law firm, and the partners could fire her if they found out about it.

Her hands tightened on the wheel and she wondered if she should just pretend she didn't work there and didn't recognize his name, or tell him that she did and confess her fears if she got involved with him.

It took a while to get to her house as they hit every red light on the way home. When she finally hit the button to open her garage, she pulled in and turned her car off. Sitting there for a minute, her brain thinking fast.

She wanted reckless. Nothing was more reckless than getting involved with a man who could destroy her career and her life if he got a bug up his ass. But he was hot, and if things didn't go wrong, it might be an amazing night. Deciding not to let her fears stop her, she pulled the keys out of the ignition and palmed them before stuffing them into her purse.

He parked the bike in her drive way and walked into the garage. He opened the car door for her and offered his hand to help her out.

Ethan gave her a boyish grin and pulled her out of the car when she took his hand, she took a step towards her door to the kitchen and tripped on her high heels and almost went down.

He caught her before she hit the cement floor, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her from falling down. Her backside pressed against his groin and Nyla closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the outline of his cock through his jeans. He wasn't even hard, and he felt huge.

She was a sucker for a well endowed men. Groaning she straightened herself up and tried to pull away from him. His arms reluctantly let go, and she realized he was attracted to her too, more than he'd shown so far. She was being silly, he wouldn't have come home with her if he wasn't interested in her.

Satisfied with her thoughts, she let it all go. There was no point in freaking out over things that probably would be just fine if she didn't obsess about it. Straightening herself from where she'd tripped, she went inside to her kitchen holding the door open for him, inviting him inside.

"What's your poison, I have a little bit of everything. I don't drink often, so I have stuff around for other people." Nyla asked him as she opened the cabinet that held all her liquor.

"Whiskey is fine. Tequila, vodka, I don't care. Whatever you plan on drinking." He told her, glancing around the kitchen and then leaning on the island. He watched her pour a couple of shots and bring them over to the middle of the kitchen and handed him one.

"I like vodka, no aftertaste, but I poured you a whiskey since it was your go to answer." Nyla told him, she suddenly felt shy. Realizing that he was a total stranger and she didn't know anything about him, other than he was a rich playboy who appeared like he didn't want to tell most people.

"What do you do for a living, this is a pretty fancy house," Ethan asked her curiously.

"I'm a lawyer. I am divorced, I got to keep the house. He cheated, it was no contest. I let him have pretty much everything else, but the house was something I invested a lot of my income into. I should have realized when he didn't want to use money for a down payment and suggested I do it, that he wasn't taking the marriage seriously. I was fresh out of law school when we got married, I was so stupid." Nyla said laughing bitterly, then she took her shot of vodka and walked over and grabbed the two bottles and brought them back. "But enough about that. It's over and done with and I'm moving on."

Ethan watched her as she poured another drink.

"Cheers, to the future," Nyla said and raised her glass.

Ethan clinked his shot glass to hers and took the shot, "And to no more cheating bastards."

Nyla laughed, "I can live with that!"

"So, tell me Nyla, why did you invite me home with you? Do you know who I really am?" He confronted her, wanting to see if she would lie to him. If she did, he'd walk out.

"I didn't when I invited you home, but I recognized your name on your business card that you gave me with your cell number. I invited you home because I thought you were attractive. It helped you saved me from being raped by men I didn't want anything to do with, and I haven't been with a man since my divorce. I'm not expecting anything more than tonight. My law firm actually handles many accounts for your business, and if they find out I even sat in the same room with you, I could lose my job. This is my own personal fantasy night. I promise I won't chase you down or hound you, and I hope you will feel the same way about me." Nyla tried to reassure him, worrying that he thought she was after his money.

Ethan stared at her and then must have been satisfied because he had her fill his shot glass up again and took another shot.

"I'll be honest, I don't normally make a habit of going home with strange women," Ethan confided in her, not sure why he felt like he should reassure her she wasn't just another notch in his bed frame. "I appreciate your honesty."

"I'm too trusting. It's a flaw. I believe in law and justice, and I always find the good in people, it makes it so I do stupid things like tonight in the bar. I think I'll be safe, because other people are good and no one would dare harm me in public. Guess I was wrong," Nyla took another shot and then poured herself one more.

Before she could take the shot, Ethan's hand came out and pushed the glass back down to the counter.

"Stop. If we do this, I want you sober enough to know it's consensual and you can feel what I'm doing to you." He whispered and then took a step closer. Looking down into her face he reached out and tucked a strand of hair that had worked its way loose behind her ear.

Nyla swallowed hard, unable to talk, she searched his eyes, finding nothing there that scared her, and instead she felt like she was falling, drowning. Her heart was pounding and he stirred feelings in her she'd never felt before.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Nyla," He whispered before he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Softly at first, then harder, becoming more demanding as his tongue searched for hers.

Nyla reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him back as passionately as he was kissing her.

His large hands came around her waist and he lifted her, setting her on the kitchen island. Spreading her legs, he moved between them, standing against the counter letting his hard cock press into her thigh.

"You are so beautiful," He whispered as he broke the kiss, long enough to reach behind her and unzip her red dress. He pulled the zipper down and the straps off her shoulder to reveal her large breasts.

Palming one he played and tweaked with the nipples. He scraped his fingers around the mounds and massaged them almost painfully hard. His cock twitched in his pants, Nyla felt it and pressed her heat against him, feeling her thighs grow wet around her panties.

Reaching down with his other hand, he shoved it up her dress and yanked her panties hard enough the seam ripped and they came off in his hand, he dropped them on the kitchen floor.

"I'll buy you a new pair if you really want," Ethan whispered as he nibbled against her shoulder, his teeth leaving little love bites in her skin.

"Sure," Nyla said, not even thinking about the panties right now, she was too busy focusing on his hand creeping back up between them, touching her thigh and then his fingers lightly scraping against her pussy lips as he fondled her gently.

Kissing up her neck to her lips, Ethan nibbled her lower lip until she opened her mouth and then he plunged his tongue deep in her mouth against her tongue and teeth. His fingers worked her pussy lips apart until he could get two fingers inside her and started to finger fuck her on the counter.

Nyla was wet, she arched her breasts against his chest and could feel her stomach clenching as his fingers rubbed the sensitive areas inside her vagina. She wanted to fuck him right now, but instead of demanding he fuck her, she kept kissing him, letting him lead the situation right now. It felt good to try and just enjoy how he was making her feel.

Ethan pulled his hand out of her and reaching into his back pocket, he pulled his wallet out and pulled out a condom, he stopped kissing her long enough to rip the tinfoil package open with his teeth and remove the condom. Undoing his pants, he freed his penis and rolled the condom down the tip of his cock to the base.

Spreading her legs with his hand, he guided his penis to her heat and thrust inside of her in one, quick thrust.

Nyla tipped her head back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, she pushed her hips back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She felt herself squirt around his cock and moaned loudly as her legs started to shake.

He leaned down and bit her on the shoulder just hard enough to sting and made her tense up.

Nyla realized that when she tensed up, her pussy clamped down around him and it made him feel even bigger. Grunting against him she let go of the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed kisses to the side of his cheek and ear.

"Fuck me harder," Nyla begged him, feeling him slam into her after she asked. She spread her legs wide so he could go deeper and felt him going so deep it almost hurt.

It didn't take long for his groin rubbing against her clit to send her into an intense orgasm, her entire body shook and she held her breath, her eyes shut tightly as it rolled through her.

"That's a good girl. I like watching you cum," Ethan told her, whispering as he groaned and let out a growl as he reached his own orgasm, his cock jerking inside of her as he filled the condom with his seed.

Breathless, they clung to each other as they both recovered for a few moments. Finally he scooped her up in his arms and after pressing a steamy kiss to her mouth, he started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Which way to your bedroom, I'm not done yet," Ethan said, grinning at her.

"Down the hall, second door on the right is the master suite." Nyla said, her voice husky and her body still humming from being well used.

Ethan carried her down the hall and opened the door, then he kicked it shut behind him.

Nyla hadn't seen Ethan in a few weeks, since that fateful night that had brought them together. She stared at the pregnancy stick in her hand and didn't understand how it was possible. She hadn't been with anyone since her ex husband before Ethan, and hadn't been with anyone since Ethan after their sexual escapade.

Shaking, she sat in her bathroom at home and stared at his card that she had left on the bathroom counter. She wasn't sure she should call him or not. She could afford to take care of a baby without his help, but she felt like he had a right to know.

Now what? She wasn't prepared for this, she always assumed she'd be happily married and might even quit her job to raise kids for a while before going back to the work force. Now it looked like she'd be a single mom, working full time to provide and missing out on some of those moments she always thought would be invaluable to be there for.

And what about the father? Ethan should probably be told.

Worried how he'd react, she started to cry. She didn't want to tell him. He'd probably accuse her of trying to trap him, and get her pregnant on purpose. He'd texted her a few times after that night and she'd avoided him, not wanting to let things develop further. Her job was important to her, and as a special client to her firm, she just couldn't risk it.

Now, she was pregnant. With his baby.

Crap.

Torn between telling him and just having a total freak out meltdown, she picked up her cell phone and called her mom instead. Her mom always had the right answers for everything, and when she didn't, she at least was reasonable and supportive.

"Nyla?" Her mom replied when she answered the phone.

"Hi, Mom. I'm sorry I'm calling so early, I haven't gone to work yet." Nyla said, her voice cracked and she grabbed some tissues to blow her nose.

"Are you okay? You don't sound very good," Her mom asked her sounding concerned.

"I'm pregnant, and I don't know what to do," Nyla set the pregnancy test on the counter and didn't bother to pull her pants up, instead she just sat pathetically on the toilet with them hanging around her ankles.

"I'm assuming you're keeping it?" Her mom asked quietly.

"Yes, I am calling because I need some advice," She told her mom and took a deep breath to explain. "The father is a client of the firm. A very big client, the kind that could get me fired for being involved with him, kind of big. It was a one night stand kind of a situation, I avoided him after, and we used protection. This shouldn't even be possible, but now I have to figure out how to tell him. Or, if I even should. I'm worried he'll accuse me of being after his money mom, I don't need his money. I don't want his money, I just don't know what to do!"

"I know you don't sweetie, but he has a right to know since he's the father, give him the decision to walk away if he wants, that's going to be up to him. If you don't need the money, then give him a way out if he wants it. Sometimes offering a man the ability to walk away shows him that it really is his choice and you're not trying to trap him. Of course, he might also be offended, but depending on how well you know him, you'll have to decide how to handle it. I'm so sorry you're in this position honey, I know you always wanted kids, but I know you always believed in a two parent family." Her mom said, then sounded distracted. "Do you want me to come over today?"

"No, I'm okay. I just needed to hear your voice I guess," Nyla said and then started laughing in a high pitched, hysterical, not funny type of laugh. "I'll figure this out, I just needed you to tell me it was the right thing to do."

"I definitely don't think you should keep this a secret, but I do trust that you'll get through this, and I'm always here if you need me," Her mom told her. "Honey, I hate to do this, but the air conditioning repair man is here, it stopped working last night and it's supposed to be over a hundred today. I need to let him in so he can take a look. Do you want me to call you back?"

"No, I'll be at work. I'll call you this weekend and let you know how things are going and what happened." Nyla said and took some deep breathes, "Love you Mom, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright sweetie, good luck!" Her mom clicked the phone off and Nyla sat there staring at the phone in her hand.

Picking up the number, she went to call him and then realized she couldn't. Instead she texted him, asking him if he'd meet her for lunch today.

She set her phone on the counter and cleaned herself up and pulled her work pants up. She needed to get her briefcase. She didn't have to be in court until this afternoon, but she still had to prepare for it, and she had a client she was supposed to be meeting this morning.

Splashing her face with water, she cleaned off the smeared makeup and redid it until she looked semi passable. She then grabbed her purse and brief case and got into her car to go to work.

She started her car and then realized she left the test on the counter in the bathroom, running back into the house she grabbed it and carried it out to stuff it into her purse. If he needed proof, she would rather have it with her so he didn't ask her to pee on another stick.

She drove to work feeling kind of numb. She tried to focus her thoughts on work, she had a client today who'd planned a meeting and her assistant hadn't told her the name, just that she had a last minute addition from the partners to see at ten a.m. and needed to be on time.

Driving the thirty minutes to work she got there at just a little after nine and walked in, apologizing to her assistant for being late. Normally she always got there before nine, she blamed it on the traffic.

"Do you want your normal coffee?" Her assistant, Julie, asked her. She was a bright paralegal who was a valuable asset to Nyla, and she shook her head no.

"Thanks, but no, I had coffee before I came," Nyla fibbed. In reality, her stomach was queasy from the smell of coffee and she'd rather not throw up in the office. She took a deep breath and went into her office to start going over files for her court date this afternoon.

Nyla lost track of time and didn't realize it was just after ten when a knock came on her door.

"Come in," She called, not looking up from the files she was reading. She was handling a case where the woman was suing her boss for sexual harassment. There were video evidence of his grabbing her breasts and ass at work, and threatening her job if she didn't let him. It should be a shut and dry case.

She set the file down and looked up as the door clicked close and almost jumped out of her chair when she saw Ethan.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a strangled voice.

Ethan walked over and sat down, "You wouldn't return my calls, so I put myself on your schedule so you wouldn't have a choice but to see me." "I texted you for lunch," Nyla squeaked at him, and then stared at him not knowing what to say for a moment. "What are you really doing here?"

"I missed you, I wanted to see you again and I wanted to know why you were avoiding me, until today apparently." Ethan said looking confused.

"I thought I made it clear that I didn't need or want anything from you, and it was a one night thing," Nyla blinked at him, her hand itching to her purse, trying to decide if she wanted to hide the pregnancy test, or show it to him. She pulled the purse onto her lap and sat there debating in her head about it.

"I understand that, but Nyla, I can't stop thinking about you, you made me laugh, sexually the chemistry between us is explosive, and I want a chance to get to know you better. You are smart, capable, and you can take care of yourself, you don't need me at all, but I'd like you to want me a little." Ethan told her, giving her a funny look as he watched her hug her purse for dear life.

"I don't need you," Nyla repeated after him, nodding her head and letting his words sink in, and decided to show him the test. She pulled it out of the bag, and it didn't even register in her brain what she was going to do before she did it.

She threw the test at him and hit him directly in the middle of the forehead with it and then burst into tears. It bounded off his face and hit the edge of her desk before clattering on the hardwood floors in between his boots on the floor.

Ethan looked shocked, and tried to process what just happened, he just got hit in the face with a flying object.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it!" Nyla was sitting there sobbing into her hands, and he bent down to pick up the stick she just threw at him.

Turning it over in his hands he froze when he realized what it was.

"How is this possible?" Ethan said, his voice soft, not letting himself react yet.

"Apparently when you have sex, it's possible to get pregnant. I learned that in sex ED in high school. It's common sense even if yours didn't teach it." Nyla spat out and then cried harder.

Ethan didn't know whether he should panic, or walk over there and comfort her. He ignored her sarcasm, realizing that this was an upsetting moment and cut her some slack for her reaction. Blinking at the white handled stick with the two pink lines for a minute, his brain started trying to process and understand everything that this meant.

A baby. His baby. Nyla was a good person, he wasn't upset that she'd be the mother of his child, he just needed to understand how his life would change if a child existed.

"Well, you’re handling it better than I did when I first saw that stick," Nyla said wiping her eyes. "Shit, my mascara is all over my face again."

"You're beautiful, don't worry about it," Ethan said automatically, his eyes still glued to the stick.

"I don't need your money," Nyla said as she started dabbing at her face with a tissue to fix her makeup. "I thought you had the right to know, and be involved if you wanted to be involved. I plan on keeping it. I am willing to let you sign over your rights if you don't want anything to do with the child. I promise you I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm still not sure how it happened, but—"

"Shut up Nyla," Ethan told her, looking up at her. "I never thought you'd do this to trap me, you're not that kind of woman. Why do you think I wanted to spend more time with you?"

Nyla blinked at him, her hand frozen against her face as she just stared at him in shock.

"I should have been there, when you peed on this stick. You shouldn't have had to do that alone. Of course I want to be involved, and I think we should get married. A child needs two parents, even better if one of those parents can stay home with the child during the first few years." Ethan told her, pausing and then added, "Of course, I wouldn't dream of making you quit your career if you insisted on working. I just think a kid needs a parent around when they are little."

Nyla didn't know what to say at first. This felt like too good to be true.

"What's the catch?" Nyla asked, suspiciously, having a hard time believing that any man could be this decent, this honest after a one night stand.

"No catch, Nyla, I wanted to date you. I was planning on coming here to tell you I wasn't going to take no for an answer, and I was going to put pressure on you to say yes. This just speeds up my plans a little bit. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I want you to be with me because you want to be, I won't force you into a relationship you don't want." Ethan looked at her and then got up and walked around the table and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her out of the chair to hug her. "I could love you if you let me. You deserve better than your ex husband, and you've worked hard for everything you have. I admire you. You don't need me, but let me be there for you. I want to be there for you. It's not a weakness to let other people be close to you, or to rely on them. It's okay to let someone love you."

"I'm not worried about love Ethan. We come from different roads in life. You're from a rich family, old money, I'm just a lawyer. Sure, I make okay money, but I'll never be from the same class of people you're used to." Nyla said, "I don't want to embarrass you."

"Nyla, sweetie, you could never embarrass me. Okay, maybe if you walked around in public completely naked and drunk, that might embarrass me, but you wouldn't do that, would you?" Ethan whispered in her ear as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"No! Of course not!" Nyla responded, trying to picture the scenario in her head and then shook her head when she realized how ridiculous it sounded.

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Ethan smiled at her and kissed her lips gently before pulling away. "I want to be involved, even if we don't work out relationship wise, I want to be your friend. Will you give me a chance to be your friend, and possibly more?"

"I can handle being your friend Ethan, if you want to be involved, I'd like that." Nyla told him, and then wrapped her arms around him and let him comfort her. He smelled good and she buried her face against his chest. Nyla was pressed up against him and could feel his cock twitch through his pants. She didn't comment about it, but she did shift subconsciously against him, pressing herself harder.

"Nyla, we have a lot to talk about, and holding you like this makes me want to take you right here on your desk. We should probably go to lunch." Ethan whispered and met her gaze when she tilted her head back to look at him.

"My door locks." Nyla said and startled when he abruptly let go of her and locked the door and came back. Nyla grabbed the files off her desk and set them behind her on the book shelf and let him push her against the desk and kiss her.

His hand touched her through her pants as he rubbed his fingers against her.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to just stop at your house and make love to you?" Ethan told her as he pressed kisses against her neck and chin and nibbled with his teeth as he unbuttoned her shirt, reliving a lace black bra that barely covered her nipples.

"My breasts are already bigger, it's the only bra I had that fit right now, everything else is too small," Nyla said stuttering a little as his other hand came up to grope her through the lace cups.

"I like it," Ethan said, grinning as he fondled her larger, fuller breasts. Brushing his fingers over the top, he watched her hiss a breath in as he touched her nipples. "Sensitive?"

"Very," Nyla said and then started undoing his belt buckle and then opening his jeans. She pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped her hand around him and stroked him with her fingers and palm.

Ethan shut his eyes for a moment, his hand frozen on her breast as she squeezed and played with him. He liked the way it felt.

Unbuttoning her work pants, he pulled them down her legs until she stepped out of them after kicking off her shoes. Her lace panties matched her bra and he carefully pulled them down so he wouldn't rip another pair of her undies.

Ethan pushed her hand away, not wanting to cum on her fingers and took a deep breath to settle the feeling in his balls and tension that had been building from her playing with him.

"I guess we don't need condoms anymore," Nyla said and then shook her head and let out a small laugh before he kissed her again.

"I'm going to fuck you now Nyla, and then we are going out to lunch and we'll figure the rest of this out one day at a time." Ethan told her, determined to earn her trust. He'd decided she was the woman he wanted, and while a child right now wasn't the way he'd wanted to go about it, he had no qualms using the pregnancy to get close to her so he could get her to fall in love with him.

He pushed his cock inside her, moaning when he found her already wet, and fucked her against the desk, with one of her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid between her folds in and out of her. His hands played with her breasts and he dipped his head to kiss her mouth with ardent passion.

Nyla let herself get swept away by the lustful emotions and feelings he was causing in her, and let the sensitivity from her pregnancy increase her reactions to the sex. Everything felt more swollen, and more intense right now, it didn't take her long to cum around his cock, getting her juices on the edge of her desk and thighs.

Ethan stiffened when he felt her cum, he'd already been close from her playing with his cock with her beautiful hands, and her pussy squeezing him tight over and over again as she came sent him over the edge to his own orgasm.

Breathing heavily, he touched his forehead to hers, not breaking their union. Right this second, he was just glad to be with her, glad to have an excuse to keep chasing after her, and a reason why she might give in to him and learn to love him over time.

When he met her that night, something about her made him want to save her, she might have needed rescued from a gang of bikers, but she was a capable, beautiful, intelligent woman who could hold her own, and was a wildcat in bed.

Her ex husband was a moron. She deserved better than that, and he intended to be the man to give her everything she deserved.

They eventually broke apart, cleaned up the mess and got dressed to go to lunch.

"When is your first prenatal appointment?" Ethan asked her as he escorted her out to her car for lunch.

"Next week." Nyla told him and then hesitated, "Do you want to be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Ethan promised her grinning and squeezed her hand gently.

"Okay. I can handle this." Nyla told him. "One day at a time, right?"

"Yes, no pressure, we'll just let things develop naturally." Ethan promised her.

"Okay, but my mom is going to want to meet you," Nyla said and shook her head after she thought about it for a minute. "She's probably going to threaten to shoot you if we don't get married."

"I can handle an irate mom. Besides, I'd be more than happy to tell her I'll marry you as soon as you’re willing!" Ethan teased her.

"Don't encourage her. She'd love nothing more to see me pop out ten babies and never work again," Nyla said and then shuddered. "Two or three would be nice, but I still want a career down the road when they are older."

"I can live with that Nyla, we'll make this work. I promise, just trust me okay?" Ethan brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her finger tips as he searched her face.

Nyla looked him in the eyes and then smiled gently. "I do trust you Ethan. You had me from the moment you saved me in that bar."

"I have a feeling you would have found a way out of it if I hadn't." Ethan admitted, "But I didn't want to risk it."

"I had pepper spray in my purse." Nyla confided in him, "But it was a lot hotter to let you rescue me. Besides, I was trying to figure out how to invite you home from the moment you walked in."

Ethan laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "I'm not sure I totally believe you, but if that's what you tell yourself, I can live with it."

Nyla smiled against his lips as she kissed him back with wanton abandon. She never needed a man, but this man, she could want, and definitely learn to love if she let herself.

"You're right. I needed you to rescue me, thank you Ethan." Nyla said and touched his cheek for a moment before a car alarm going off broke their connection.

"Anytime, Nyla, anytime." Ethan said grinning, and opened the car door for her.

THE END