Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

I’m racked with shame for the entire rest of the day.

How is it that I keep throwing myself at this man when he is making it more and more clear that he is only interested in sex? What did I expect to happen? Suck his cock and then he’d offer to take me on a date where I would then reveal the fact that I’m pregnant?

If Andre was looking for something serious, he would’ve made a move by now. And yet, I keep taking his sexual advances as a sign that he might feel something for me, rather than seeing them for what they are. A bit of fun, a way to release some pent up sexual tension.

Maybe Cassi is right. If he’s using me for my body, maybe I should use him for his money…

I stay out of Andre’s way for the rest of the day, not bothering to stick around past five even though he’s still in his office. I should be putting myself and my baby first, and that means going home and watching TV while eating pizza.

When I get home, I can’t help but smile at the sight of my sonogram photo that I pinned to the fridge. I press a kiss to my fingertip and gently touch the tiny bean-shaped blob on the photo.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” I whisper, letting myself feel excited for a moment.

Of course this is not how I planned things would go, but it feels somewhat healing to know I get to mother this child when my own mother was never given that chance. “You are so loved.”

While my pizza is in the oven, I take a quick shower and pull on an oversized T-shirt, forgoing any underwear because it’s too hot.

Bypassing the wine that I would normally choose to accompany my dinner, I settle for a soda and plate up my dinner, silently vowing to grab a green smoothie on the way to work tomorrow to make up for my lack of nutrients tonight.

Just as Friends is loading on the TV, a knock sounds at the door.

“Seriously?” I get to my feet. “Can I ever get a moment’s peace?”

Throwing open the door, I let out a surprised gasp as I find Andre leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest and a deep scowl on his face.

“A-Andre?” I glance past him into the hallway. “What are you doing here? Wait. How do you know where I live?”

“You’re pregnant,” he growls.

My blood runs cold as I look into his eyes.

“You…know?” I whisper.

He nods, his eyes filled with contempt. “I suggest you let me inside.”

My body obeys him, and I step to the side.

He turns his back to me as he closes the door, and I suddenly feel unsafe.

I press myself against the kitchen counter, glancing around for a knife or a pair of scissors⁠—

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Andre says under his breath.

I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as he turns to face me.

“What do you want?” My voice shakes.

“I want to know why you didn’t fucking tell me!” he yells.

I flinch, my hands instinctively moving to my abdomen.

Andre clocks the movement, and his eyes narrow. “I had a right to know, Lila.”

My knees are threatening to buckle beneath me.

I can’t bring myself to look at Andre, to see the anger in his eyes.

“Start talking.”

I shake my head, my hair falling in front of my face as tears start to run down my cheeks.

“Lila!”

I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sob that escapes my lips.

“Please,” I manage to whisper. “D-don’t make me get rid of it. I want nothing from you. I’m begging you, Andre—” My voice cracks, and my entire body is overcome with sadness as I look toward the fridge, at the sonogram photo pinned there.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?”

I nod, my vision blurring with tears as I look at the photo of my baby. Our baby.

“I wanted you to have a choice.” My voice breaks.

I bow my head, hiding my face as Andre moves to stand before me.

I want nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow me whole, to stop me from having to see such hatred in his eyes.

“Look at me, Lila.”

“I can’t,” I whisper.

“Please.” His fingers find my chin and force my gaze to his. “You lied to me. I don’t take that lightly.”

I frown. “I never lied.”

“You didn’t tell me the truth,” Andre snarls, his eyes flashing.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“I was terrified you would be angry, and I was right⁠—”

“I’m pissed, but not because of the pregnancy. Fuck, Lila.” He sighs, letting go of my chin to run his hands through his hair.

His white shirt is wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Images of what we did mere hours ago run through my mind, how I ran my fingers along those shoulders, those thighs, how I submitted myself to his pleasure.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I repeat, feeling foolish.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“You’re free to leave, Andre.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I release you from any obligations.”

“I think we both know I’m anything but free when it comes to you.”

“What are you talking about?” I search his face for answers.

But his features are set and cold as he regards me.

“Even if you weren’t pregnant with my child, I would not be able to stay away from you, Lila.”

“You can fuck any woman you want, and you’ll forget all about me.”

“Oh, I definitely could.” His voice, low and guttural, cuts through me.

He takes a step toward me, then another, until his body is almost flush with mine.

He places his hands on the counter on either side of my body, trapping me within his arms as his eyes search mine. “But the truth is, I don’t want to.”

“Well, I can’t just let you keep using me for my body. It hurts too much, Andre.”

“Is that what you think?”

“How could I not?” I cry. “Every time we’ve had sex over the last few weeks, you can’t leave quick enough once it’s over. It’s another reason why I put off telling you about the baby, because I knew you wouldn’t want anything to do with it. With me.”

Andre bows his head as he lets out a long breath.

I wrap my arms around my body, hating how vulnerable I feel.

“I leave because I care too much.” He looks up at me under his dark lashes. “It terrifies me, Lila, how much I care for you…and this baby,”

I’m speechless. There is no way this is happening, right?

“I was scared of getting close, that you would push me away.”

“Why? All I ever wanted was to get you as close as I could.” My throat thickens with tears. “But I want you to have a choice. To not be tied to me because of a child you never wanted.”

Andre says nothing but moves his hands to my waist and lifts me onto the counter.

“I’ve made my choice.” He runs his hands up my thighs. “But I want to make one thing very clear, Lila.”

His fingers trail up the inside of my thighs.

My breath catches as his fingers graze my pussy, brushing my clit so softly that I whimper with pleasure.

“You will never lie to me again. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I understand,” I gasp, my head falling back as he dips one finger inside me.

“I’m very angry with you, Lila,” he growls, adding another finger.

I clench my teeth as he slowly starts pumping his fingers inside me while his thumb works my clit.

“I know,” I whimper.

“How do you think I should punish you…hm? To make sure you don’t make the same mistake again?”

I squirm against the counter as my orgasm builds.

My breath is coming in heavy pants, and the anger in Andre’s eyes is only turning me on more.

If this is his way of punishing me for keeping this baby a secret, I’m more than happy to endure it.

He quickens his pace, working my clit so perfectly that my thighs start to shake.

“I’m coming,” I choke, grinding my hips to take his fingers even deeper.

“No, you’re not.” He pulls his fingers free.

I cry out at the loss of his touch, the ache between my thighs painful as my pussy clenches around nothing.

“Andre,” I whimper.

His hands move to lift my shirt over my head, leaving me naked on the counter.

His eyes roam over my body before settling on my stomach. A look of devastation crosses his features as he takes me in.

“I’m so sorry.” I move to cover myself with my hands. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Don’t.” He takes hold of my wrists, pinning them to my sides.

“There’s a sonogram picture if you want to see it.” I want to break this wall that’s gone up between us. “It’s on the fridge.”

Andre’s head snaps to the side, looking toward the picture, and I know the minute he sees it because his eyes widen.

“I know it’s only a blob right now, but it has a strong heartbeat.”

“Lila…” he breathes, turning to face me once more.

I open my mouth to offer more, but his lips crash against mine, devouring me with such need that I cling to him.

His tongue traces my lower lip, and I part my own, groaning as his tongue entangles with mine.

But then it’s over.