Alicia had no illusions of love when she got married to Jason, she had entered with an open mind and zero expectations knowing that their union was nothing more than a transaction… a business deal between two families. What she hoped for however was dignity, partnership, maybe even eventual companionship. But love? That had never been part of the deal. Her father had made it sound so noble when he informed her of the arrangement, like she was stepping into a throne. “You’ll be the queen of two empires,” he’d said, “You weren’t born for mediocrity Alicia.” And she had believed him, but that was until the wedding band suddenly became a shackle and Jason’s cold detachment turned their marital home into a nightmare.
Jason Montgomery Brown was the perfect husband in public, and the dream of every new york spinster. A devilishly handsome and young billionaire CEO who commanded so much power and authority among the high borns of New York city. In public he was the ideal husband, always attentive and sweet around Alicia and making them the envy of social circles. But in private, he was cold and ruthless and treated her no better than he did his domestic staff. The smiles for the cameras in public were replaced by icy frowns at home, while the gentle touches and caress for the media became slaps and kicks. Her life with him was managed and not lived, but through it all she kept on hoping, kept on fighting despite the yelling, the beatings and emotional trauma that made her cry herself to sleep on many nights. Still she had tried, tried to find softness in a life that was built around abuse and emotional starvation. And for three years, she convinced herself it was enough and she would eventually win his cold and stony heart.
Then Paris happened.
Jason had a mega business deal worth billions of dollars to close with some Chinese investors, and he had taken her along to continue his charade of a responsible and family oriented businessman. He was in a happy mood after sealing the deal, and lovingly escorted Alicia to a waiting Limo that would take her back to their rented penthouse in the heart of the city. He was going out with his investors to celebrate their new collaboration, and Alicia was grateful for the few hours she would spend in peace before he came back and became a roaring lion again. It was late and raining heavily when Jason finally returned to their rented penthouse drenched, drunk and ecstatic. His usual coldness was soaked away, and Alicia was confused and shocked when he allowed her to usher him into the bathroom to take a warm shower. He didn’t say a word when she undressed him, he simply pulled her close and kissed her with a kind of desperation she hadn’t felt in years.
“Hey beautiful’’ He murmured into her ear. “Let me get a taste of you.”
Before Alicia could understand what was happening he was kissing her again, peeling off her loose nightwear and cupping her full and aching breasts in his hands. His mouth travelled to her nipples that had stiffened, sending delicious tremors quaking all over her body. Alicia moaned as Jason worked a magic she never knew he was capable of, her senses blurred and all reasoning evaporated with the steam coming off their heated body. Jason bent her over the wash basin and slid his dick into her perfectly warm and soaked pussy, filling her up so completely that she almost went mad with pleasure. Then the thrusting began, quick and steady strokes that maintained momentum and had her legs shaking.
“You like that? Tell me you like it, say my name.” he muttered drunkenly as he slammed into her with brute force.
Alicia was lost in the clouds of heated passion. “Oooh baby… yeah daddy, fuck me please!”
The sound of her moanings was like a trigger, it sent Jason into a wild frenzy and when he eventually drove her to the peak of maddening pleasure… They both came in a symphony of gasps and exclamations of heated satisfaction. When they eventually made their way back to the bed, Jason pulled her to himself and muttered into her hair.
“I love you.”
She had never heard him utter something so emotional before, was the successful deal about to change things between them? Or was it the alcohol speaking. But given the countless abuse and coldness she had endured all these while, she was badly tempted to wish for this to be real… and for one fragile moment, she let herself believe.
Then came the pregnancy test a few weeks later when they were back to New York. Two pink lines staring back at her from the test strip she held in her shaking hands, the outcome of one night of unexpected passion. She wasn’t even sure what Jason felt about her, he hadn’t yelled or beaten her ever since they got back from Paris but that could have been because he was barely around. The new deal had him travelling and attending all sorts of board meetings, meetings that left him exhausted when he came back and all he wanted was sleep only to continue the next day. She waited for days before summoning enough courage to finally confront him, on the day he was to arrive early because she heard him on the phone saying he needed rest and plenty of it. She told herself there wouldn’t be a better time, so she prepared a delicious meal, dressed herself in a very alluring and racy nightgown that exposed the delicious bits of her beautiful body and waited for him to come home.
He found her in their bedroom when he returned that evening, she was sitting on the edge of their oversized bed and he only offered a gruff uninterested reply to her greeting. She saw the way his eyes had quickly roamed over her body before he turned to undress in front of the mirror, a look that had encouraged her further. She slid from the bed and approached him slowly, wrapping her hands around his neck and starting to loosen his tie. He said nothing and allowed her, another rare occurrence she wasn't expecting. When the tie was done and she was halfway with his shirt, she let out the bomb she had been carrying in the softest of whispers to his ears.
“I’m pregnant...”