My CEO's Baby Mama

Bella

I looked into her eyes, and they were desperate and filled with lust. His shiny blue eyes glowed in the dark from the little bit of light that peeped into the completely dark room through the window blinds.

It was obvious that she knew her way around his body from the way she moved her hands around his muscular chest and arms. I saw his hardness throb from underneath his suit trousers. He wanted her, and he wanted her badly.

"You're so beautiful, Beth. You're the only woman I've ever wanted," he whispered, but loud enough for me to make out the words.

"Then why aren't you getting married to me instead?" She asked shamelessly.

There was no atom of regret or remorse in them as he tore the zipper of her black bridesmaid dress.

When she showed up in a black dress instead of the blue color we agreed on, I should have known that she was up to no good.

Wait! He was never this big with me. He's huge! I always thought I could never get everything I ever wanted in a man, physically and in every other area. I always thought the things he didn't have in cock size he made up for in character.

He was kind, caring, and thoughtful. That was all I ever wanted. He was never really after the sex, or so I thought.

She turned him on in a way I had never seen.

I could feel their warmth from where I was hiding in the closet as they went completely naked.

"I met her first, but I don't love her. She disgusts me!"

The tears that were already blurring my vision rolled effortlessly as soon as I saw him latch on her nipples, flicking them gently with his tongue, and she let out a satisfied moan.

"Just shut up and make love to me!"

He pressed his body against hers, where he pinned her to the wall and closed her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

I picked up my phone with shaky hands and started to take pictures of them. They'll never be able to deny it.

If they were doing this without regret, they must be ready to face the consequences.

My mascara ran down with my tears and stained my white ball gown. This was my dream dress, my dream man, and my dream wedding, all messed up!

People say you can never find a good man, and I set out to prove them wrong.

Here's my proof, with his tongue darting in and out of my sister's mouth!

"I know I used to be a playboy, but you changed me, Bella," he said on our second date. My darling changed husband is right here, pushing his fingers into my sister's clitoral area.

I tried to get them from different angles, but the little hole the closet provided me with didn't give me enough room.

At least their miserable faces were showing clearly in the few I had gotten.

I felt fresh hatred grow as she screamed his name with every touch.

"Har-din"

She couldn't even say it without moans interrupting her words.

They didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the wedding venue as they slowly worked each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues.

She was ready to have him inside of her, but Hardin, as far as I know, didn't like to rush his food. He loved to savor every moment-every lick, every touch, every suck-and here he was, doing it with another woman, even better.

I was stuck in the closet, and I couldn't breathe. The air was uncomfortable, and I was tired of the scene playing out in front of me.

I didn't even know what hurt more-the way he desired her or the fact that it was my own sister.

"Should I come out and stop this?" I thought to myself as I watched.

"What if they kill me? They obviously don't need me around."

I clenched my fist tightly, shut my eyes tightly, and let out my screams in my head.

I bit my lower lip painfully as I remembered the times when I caught them throwing flirty stares at each other, and I thought I was only being paranoid.

I had teased them about liking each other once, and we all had a good laugh.

I shared how good Hardin was in bed with Beth. Maybe it was because he was the only one I had ever had sex with, so whatever he did satisfied me.

It was never like this. He was never this energetic or excited about me.

The slapping sounds their bodies produced as he thrust into her made me want to rip my ears out and made my stomach churn.

"Why are they doing this? Why did Hardin agree to marry me if he loved her instead? This is my own sister, for fuck's sake!"

"Oh fuck!" I heard Beth scream, and her voice has never been this disgusting.

I wanted to break things. I wanted to rip them apart. I was trembling.

It came to a sudden stop.

All I could hear was slow breaths, followed by total silence.

I opened my eyes and peered out of the closet again. They weren't there anymore. I pinched myself to be sure it wasn't all a dream.

I realized it wasn't as soon as I picked up my phone and unlocked it. My gallery of pictures of the scene welcomed me.

I heard clapping sounds and a voice shouting that the groom had arrived. They'll definitely be looking for the bride.

I stood up and walked out of the room with my legs wobbling.

I went straight into my dad's office and printed out the pictures.

Luckily, the stack of printed wedding programs and events was still in there. I put copies of the pictures in each of them and went back to my room to redo my makeup and get ready to meet my waiting groom.

As soon as I finished, my sister walked in.

"Hey, the guests are waiting," she said to me innocently and in the sweetest voice possible.

I couldn't believe her nerve. How she could walk in here, all pretty, and act like she didn't just stab me in the back several times. Not a speck of guilt.

"I'll be there in a minute," I answered, trying to avoid her gaze so she wouldn't see my bloodshot red eyes from all the crying. I was unsuccessful.

"Are you alright?"

She tried to look at me from the side, stretching her neck.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little something in my eyes. Where's Dad? I thought he was supposed to come walk me down the aisle."

"Oh, right. I'll get him," she said, walking out of the room and slowly closing the door.

I noticed her legs couldn't close as she walked. When you take in something that big, I guess that's what happens.

Dad walked in, looking very smart in his brand new black suit. I had never seen him in any of those, and even though they weren't as fitted as they should be, he looked great in them.

"You look so beautiful, my princess," he declared as soon as he saw me seated in front of the mirror.

"Thanks," I managed in a squeaky voice that seemed to have been caused by my endless crying.

"You look awesome too, Dad," I continued, giving him a weak smile.

How didn't he notice my red eyes?

I stood up and walked towards him. He was smiling so broadly that one would think he was the one getting married. His smile warmed my heart.

He'll be so heartbroken when he finds out that the wedding will not take place. I had to fight back a tear that was threatening to fall out as I thought about the situation.

My parents were all so excited when they found out I was getting married to Hardin Rivera, the son of one of the biggest billionaires in the city.

Even though they had planned our first date, they were only hopeful that it was going to work out between Hardin and me.

Who wouldn't be? He's the "perfect" son-in-law.

I slipped my arms into his ready arms, and we walked out of the door to the outdoor venue.

I knew we had paid a great event planner for the ceremony, but I couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of the arrangements.

The betrayal of that day didn't take away from the magnificence of the flowers and the seat covers. It was breathtaking. It was such a shame that it would all go to waste.

I looked through my veil and saw my groom smiling sheepishly at me. I saw him lick his lips with his tongue, the same tongue he had used to circle my sister's nipples only a few minutes ago. He even threw Beth a wink!

I couldn't hide the disgust from playing out on my face as my face creased into a frown. I was thankful that no one saw it because of my veil.

My bridesmaids were already distributing the program booklet to the guests, and I smiled a little.

Hardin took my hands, and the ceremony began.

"Do you, Bella Johnson, take Hardin Rivera to be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you both live?" The priest asked as he read the questions from the tablet he was holding.

I swallowed painfully before opening my mouth.

"I do," I said confidently, and it was followed by a thunderous round of applause from the guests.

The priest asked Hardin the same question, and he answered affirmatively.

It was time for the vows, which we had published in the booklet.

Everyone had to turn to page eleven of the program booklet-the exact page on which I had carefully arranged the pictures.

In a moment, the atmosphere was filled with indistinct, continuous sounds from different angles. Some people took out their phones to take pictures, and the whole place was plunged into disarray.

My mother stood up abruptly as soon as she saw the pictures.

"What is this? Who did this?!" She shouted at no one in particular.

"I did!" I responded, removing my veil.

"I caught your daughter and my husband fucking each other in one of the guest rooms!" I shouted. My voice trembled, and my lips quivered as I spoke.

"They couldn't even wait till the ceremony was over." I shot a cold stare at Beth and turned to Hardin.

Looking him straight in the eye, "Well, good riddance to bad rubbish!"

He covered his face with his two palms in shame.

"Explain this!" Dad shouted, throwing the booklet at Beth, where she was seated with her head bent down.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You're sorry?" I looked at her, ignoring the mucus that was already dripping freely. "You're not sorry, Beth! If you were sorry, you wouldn't have been fucking your own sister's man! You evil b*tch! I trusted you!" I charged at her, but I was held by my mother.

"Stop this!" She shouted as she ran to hold me from behind.

I shook myself free from her grip and walked into the house, my heels clacking away noisily as I moved. My parents followed briskly behind me, and I found consolation in the fact that they were on my side.

My mom came to sit beside me on the couch, where I lay down, crying. Holding my hands in hers, she said, "Sweetie, it's okay. I'm here for you. Stop crying. Let's go wash your face."

"You're going to have to go and redo your makeup," I heard my mother say sharply.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I shouted, raising my head up to look at her. "What do you mean, redo my makeup?"

"For the wedding," she answered, her fingers running through my already-scattered hair.

"I don't understand," I said, turning to face my dad with squinted eyes.

"What don't you understand?" Dad said it with a frown on his face.

A cold demeanor had engulfed him, and his eyes grew red in anger.

"The wedding must be held!" He shouted.

"Calm down, honey. I'll talk to her, okay?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mouth just wouldn't close as I looked at both of them one after the other.

"Baby, we need this marriage. We are going bankrupt, and this is the only way," mom explained in a gentle manner.

"What? That's all it was for you? A business venture? This is my life for fuck's sake!" I said it sharply. My chest fell and rose as my sadness quickly turned into anger.

"Look, young lady," Dad blurted. "You better not ruin this for me. Don't be so selfish! This is not all about you."

"Selfish? Dad, if there's anyone who's being selfish, it's you!"

My dad seethed, and he opened his mouth to say something, but my mother interrupted him.

"Darling, what about the company? We will be destroyed, and you don't even have a job yet because you're still in college. Your sister isn't making a lot. How will we survive?" Mum said it in her usual emotionally blackmailing manner.

"We'll be fine, mom!" I shouted.

"You had better count it a privilege to save your family from penury," Dad said.

I felt disdain start to brew the more he spoke.

"You're evil. All of you! If that's all you care about, why don't you tell Beth to get married to him?"

"We have no choice," Mr. Johnson retorted. "Take off the dress!" He ordered.

My brows raised abruptly, and they closed in.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Watch your mouth, you..." he stopped himself. "Cassie, order a new dress. Beth will get married to Hardin."

My face contorted with rage, my eyes hardened, and they narrowed into slits as I watched my parents walk out of the room.

I heard her place a call to the designer who had provided my dress, and he promised to deliver another in five minutes.

My heart was thudding, and I felt like it would jump out of my already dry mouth. I was...confused.

I went to the bedroom bar and picked the strongest alcoholic wine I could find, my dad's personal favorite-Hennessy Beauté du Siècle Cognac.

Since I was light-brained, it didn't take long before I became drunk, but not completely out of my mind.

As I searched around the room for answers, I heard the door open.

My eyes locked with the stranger's, and my messy mind couldn't help but notice the man that stood right in front of me.

His brown hair was freshly cut, and it was perfectly complemented by the perfect pair of green eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt, and it accented his skin color. He didn't button his shirt all the way, leaving only a part of his well-built chest to imagination.

He was by far the sexiest man alive-his appearance would knock out any woman-or man.

I always thought there was no one like Hardin and that he was the most handsome man I had ever met, but this stranger put him in tenth place.

"Was he a guest at the wedding? What was he doing here, in this room?"

I didn't care anymore. I stood up and walked towards him.

I stared at him like I had seen a ghost, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?" He asked in a deep, sexy voice as I tried to touch him.

"Uhmm, are you doing anything right now?" I said it without shame because of the alcohol.

It was obvious that he was wondering what the fuck was wrong with me because he opened his eyes so wide that they could pop out.

"Do you know me?" He asked, calling me back as I drifted in thought.

I had never seen him before today, and I wondered why. I had met all of Hardin's friends and family.

"Would you like some wine?" I offered, stretching the bottle towards his face.

"No thanks," He pushed the wine away with a finger.

"Please?" I insisted, smiling stupidly.

He collected the wine from me as soon as my smile turned into a frown, and I was about to start crying like a baby.

"Fine, fine. I'll take it."

"God, he's so sexy!"

He took a big gulp of the wine, and I watched his Adam's apple go up and down. It turned me on.

I smiled, and he looked at me.

He had just taken another sip when I asked, "Want to have sex?"

My question seemed to have choked him, as he quickly swallowed the wine to prevent spitting it out. He cleared his throat a little.

"Aren't you the bride?" He asked, and blood rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment.

How did he know? Then I looked down and realized that I was still in my wedding dress.

"If you're a guest at this wedding, you'll know that I'm not the bride anymore."

I saw him smirk a little.

I knew there was no way in hell that this man was single. Maybe he brought a date.

"Do you have someone? Did you come alone?" I asked.

"I don't do women."

My eyes crinkled, and I exhaled noisily through my pursed lips.

He saw my disappointment and quickly responded.

"Not like that," he said, smiling a little.

For some reason, I heaved a sigh of relief.

"So what then? Am I not pretty enough for you?" I said in a soft voice, opening my arms for him to see me clearly, my breasts peeping out of the sides of my sleeveless dress.

"Was that a fucking joke?" I said to myself almost immediately. I knew very well that, even though I was pretty, I was a huge mess right now.

This man must think I'm desperate, but he still kept a straight face as he looked at me. He's probably disgusted.

"It's alright, leave! Get out!" I shouted, walking back to the couch to sit down.

A big, strong hand grabbed me and pulled me back, supporting me with his body.

"Let's do it."