The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (17 page)

Claire surprised herself, she’d never once
thought of children with Parker while all of this was going on.
She’d felt like a child herself within the context of their
relationship, so imagining herself as a mother was beyond her
comprehension. She looked at Christopher, an upstanding and
adorable little boy, and wondered what it would be like to be more
than a step mother.

What the hell? Claire thought suddenly
feeling lightheaded. Is this what it feels like when your
biological clock gets switched on? She rested her eyes on Parker,
and instantly understood what was happening. This was the man that
she was going to spend the rest of her life with. What they shared
crossed all boundaries she had ever conceived, in terms of love and
romance. She wanted to be close to him in a way she had never been
with anyone before. And that, she realized, meant making a baby
with him.

“Hello? Claire?” Savannah said waving her
hand in front of her friend’s eyes. “Are you alive in there?”

“Huh? Sorry, daydreaming.”

“I bet you were.” Savannah said winking at
Parker. “Anyway, we just wanted to bid you farewell. Write us tons
of postcards will you?”

“And souvenirs.” Christopher suggested not
for the first time. “Bring back lots and lots of souvenirs.”

Parker chuckled warmly and embraced his son.
Claire watched him while feeling in her gut how wonderful a father
he was to his son. She couldn’t wait to give him more children, a
whole yard full? Savannah raised an eyebrow as she saw Claire with
a dreamy expression and looking broody. We’ll talk about that
later.

“Come on Chris.” Savannah chirped. “Claire
and Daddy need to hit the road, and we need to get you drunk and
stoned by noon or the day won’t really be worth it.”

“Is that funny?” Christopher asked as
Savannah pulled him out the door. The hatch hissed closed behind
them and Claire met Parker’s gaze warmly.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Oh... Nothing.” She lied shifting from foot
to foot.

“Come on you know you can’t hide anything
from me.”

“Ugh, I know and it’s so annoying.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby”

“Promise you won’t be freaked out?”

“Of course I won’t.” He insisted.

“Ok...” Claire began. “I was just... I was
just watching you with Christopher, and thinking you’re such an
awesome dad to him. And then I thought about what it would be like
if... you know... if we had kids of our own one day.”

“Huh...” Parker said.

“I mean, not like there’s any rush or
anything.”

“But... You’re still so young.”

“Not that young. In cave man times, I’d have
twenty kids by now.”

“That’s true.”

“Should we should role play cavemen
next?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Parker said
holding Claire’s hands. “Are you really serious? Do you really want
to have my children?”

“Of course, more than anything.”

“Oh, Claire...” Parker said pulling her
against him. “I’m so glad.”

“Parker...” Claire cooed. “It’s going to be
amazing, however, let’s not start right this instant ok? If we get
held up any longer we’ll never make it to the road before rush
hour.”

Parker laughed and gave her a kiss on the
forehead. They settled into the cockpit ready to set off into
America and the next stage of their lives together.

* * * * *

Chapter 9

* * * * *

The smell of bacon roused Claire after her
deep sex coma of a slumber. It was a testament to her adoration of
all things breakfast related that she was able to lift her foggy
head from the pillow. As had happened every morning for the past
three weeks Claire’s heart skipped a beat trying to remember where
she was. The wood-paneled 1960s-themed trailer her husband had
purchased for their honeymoon was home during the day, but it still
took a moment every morning adjusting to her fantastical
circumstances.

She rolled lazily onto her back trying to
recall which state they were in on this leg of the journey. They’d
started in New York after the fuck fest of their wedding night
(which, to be fair, extended far into the morning after) and set
off across the country. The first stop had been the Appalachian
Trail where they’d gotten nasty overlooking the rolling hills of
West Virginia. Then they’d rolled on down to New Orleans for some
bayou nookie. From there it was a breeze through a few states
before hitting the Grand Canyon and Vegas, picking up knick knacks
in Scottsdale, Arizona. ‘That’s puts us.’... Claire tried to
remember. ‘Aha, in Montana.’

Claire peered through the bedroom window
pleased she had finally remembered where they were in this
whirlwind scenario. Although she’d grown up on the East Coast
Claire had always pictured moving out to Montana someday. There was
something about clear air, farms and huckleberry stands that she
treasured. Maybe she’d get sick of cowboy boots and ATVs if she
moved out here permanently, but this visit made her pleased as
pie.

For perhaps the eight billionth time since
meeting him Claire wondered how in the world she had gotten here.
At twenty-two she had been living in a disgustingly cramped
apartment with a twenty something man who acted like a twelve
year-old boy. She was up to her ears in Netflix and student loan
payments while working in a cupcake shop making seven dollars an
hour. Strapping on exaggerated high heels for ladies night with
girls she barely liked to soak up booze, and a blow-out brunch the
following day. She had been hopelessly struggling and jaded, so how
had it come to this? Careering around the woods of Montana in a
billionaires fashionable fuck pad on wheels? Dressed in a vintage
nightgown lolling around in bed while her hunk/stud of a husband
made her breakfast? Who did she think she was taking it all for
granted without giving a damn thing back to the world, apart from
the odd decent photo and excellent ‘Bloody-Mary’ recipe?

In that moment Claire caught a glimpse of
herself as if looking on from outside her body. She saw what the
women at Parker’s company, his family and the people she’d known in
school must think. They must imagine her as the most disgusting,
duplicitous, gold digging home wrecker to ever walk to earth. For
fuck’s sake Parker was married when they hooked up for the first
time. Granted, his wife was an evil bitch from hell, but did that
matter? And what about their son Christopher, how would it affect
him? What the hell was he supposed to tell his friends when a girl
young enough to be his big sister picked him up after soccer
practice?

“Well, fuck...” Claire whispered staring
blankly at the breathtaking Montana landscape. “What am I going to
do?” Parker poked his head into the bedroom, he was wearing a plush
bathrobe and carrying a spatula like it was a tennis racket. Claire
could not bring herself to look at him for more than an
instant.

“Breakfast’s almost ready. You slept forever,
must have been knocked out after last night, huh? Was the blindfold
too much with the candle wax? I thought like we might have been...”
he trailed off when Claire’s shoulders began to shake.

“Sorry,” she sniffled tearing past him into
the kitchen. “Let me help you with the dishes and stuff, let me do
something.”

Parker watched dumbfounded, as Claire rushed
around the kitchen plating the food he had prepared and rolling up
the sleeves of her nightgown up to begin washing the pots and
pans.

“That can wait, baby.” Parker said. “And...
You know we have a dishwasher right?”

“I know that.” Claire cried unable to speak
without revealing the quiver in her voice. “I just... I want to do
them myself. I have to be able to do stuff myself.”

“What is this about?” Parker asked laying his
hands on her shoulders. She shrugged them off violently.

“What, am I not allowed to be a little
upset?” Claire asked with tears beginning to stream down her face.
“Am I not allowed to be a little bit... overwhelmed by all of
this?”

“Overwhelmed? What’s that about?” Parker
asked. Claire let out a bark of a laugh and tossed a frying pan
into the sink.

“What this is about is nothing less than
absolutely unequivocally overwhelming? “For fuck’s sake, what is
this place? Who else in the entire fucking world gets a man to
spend his time building her custom sex playgrounds huh? Who else
manages to wrangle some Billionaire playboy into making her his
child bride, so she won’t ever have a worry in the world? Who the
fuck is that? That can’t be me; I’m not the person Parker.”

“Hey, hey.” Parker said, his brow becoming
stormy as she raved. “First of all this playboy, child bride talk
is absolute bullshit. That’s not our story and you know it; I’m
shocked that you would let that nonsense get to you.”

“How could I not let it get to me Parker?”
Claire asked hurt by his harsh words. “That’s what the entire world
thinks of us, don’t you see that? To everyone else you’re just some
pervert with a thing for college girls, and I’m some home wrecking
slut with dollar signs shimmering in her eyes.”

“And do you think that’s the truth?” Parker
asked his voice steely.

“I...” Claire sputtered. “I don’t know
anymore, how am I supposed to know?”

“I think you’d be able to look into your own
heart and know how in a second.” Parker said. “That’s what I do; do
you think I would have fallen in love with you if I’d met you drunk
at a college town karaoke bar? Shit, I had no idea how young you
actually were. To be honest I considered staying away for that very
reason. But I couldn’t Claire, because from the minute I met you I
knew that every second I stayed away would be a lie. I guess I
always thought that you felt the same way.”

“Parker.” Claire said taking his hands in
hers. “Please don’t be angry, can’t you see why I’m confused? Don’t
you understand there is no one else in the world I can talk to
about what I am going through?”

“What about me?” He asked.

“You had an entire life before we met; went
through school, dated, had a bunch of jobs, slept with lots of
women. You built an incredible business, married and had
Christopher. This is like a bonus round for you. You have all the
power in the world and have no one to answer to. Shit Parker I
haven’t done anything; I dragged my ass to college and snapping a
few pictures along the way. This is my one life, but now that
you’re here it all belongs to you!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Parker said
coldly.

“You own me, Parker.” Claire said knowing how
mean she sounded, “My entire life, my entire livelihood, depends
solely on you. So what am I supposed to spend the rest of my
twenties doing? Is the rest of my goddamn life hanging around
pools, never developing as a human being or ever working for
anything? What is that going to do for me huh? Who the fuck am I
going to be?”

“Oh, give me a break.” Parker spat. "What do
you mean ‘who am I going to be’? What is this an after school
special? Jesus, act your age.”

Claire stared at him and felt the room
spinning around her. After all that, after her grand statement of
how scared, helpless and lonely she felt after such a whirlwind
adventure, was that the best he could do? Not even an empty gesture
of meeting her half way? Yes, Parker had always been the dominant
player in their relationship, especially sexually, but did that
dynamic mean she had forfeited her rights in all areas of their
life together? Did he, at the end of the day, even consider her his
equal?

This torrent of doubt flooded Claire’s vision
as she fumbled blindly through the trailer. Somehow, she managed to
get herself into clothes that would be suitable outdoors. She knew
Parker was shouting at her, trying to keep her from leaving, but
the shock of his inconsideration had left her reeling. She had
closed herself to him, unable to imagine when and how they had been
so close. God, they had been so close, had it all been smoke and
mirrors? Had their entire affair been just that and nothing
substantial at all?

A blast of fresh air hit the back of Claire’s
throat as she stumbled out of the trailer. Her footing was shaky on
the gravelly path, and she felt her knees scrape along the ground.
Not pausing to humor Parker’s demands for her to stay and talk, she
picked herself up and set off. She had no idea where she was going,
no map, no phone and no money. All she knew was that she needed to
be out of that stuffy trailer, and away from the charade that she
had wandered into.

How could she have imagined that this circus
was real? How could she have been so deluded to think something
like that could happen to a girl like her? She was skin, bones, and
fat wandering around the globe like everyone else. She wasn’t
living in a fucking fairy tale; she didn’t get to be rescued. Fuck
it; she didn’t want to be rescued. She didn’t want to own or be
owned by some man the rest of her entire life having special
privileges. Until meeting Parker she’d been working like hell
making her own way, scraping by when she had to, she missed the
person she was then.

“I want to go back...” Claire said softly,
her words scattering through the trees reaching no one in
particular. “I want to go back, I want to go back.” It was like a
new mantra, and nothing else occurred in her shocked and
overwhelmed mind. Hazily, she paused for a moment and looked
around. The thick forest spread out around her on all sides; the
trailer was nowhere in sight and neither was Parker. Claire felt
the dry tears on her cheeks, ran a hand through her tangled hair,
and sank slowly to the forest floor. For the second time that day
she was left muttering to herself the two words that made most
sense.

“Well, fuck...”

There had been some wisdom about moss that
she’d gleaned at Girl Scout camp, hadn’t there? Something about
where on the tree it grew? Or was that just something she’d picked
up from a movie? Whatever the case, one thing was entirely certain:
Claire was utterly lost.