Bad Neighbor - Single Mom Fake Fiance Romance

I could hardly believe this was really happening. Everything I never thought I would want was happening. Not one kid but two and a woman I loved with all my heart. There was just one thing I had to do to make things official.

I got as close to the restaurant as I could without Ashlyn seeing it. I didn’t want her to have to walk too far, but the jig would be up too quickly if I parked right out front — the name famous throughout L.A. and possibly the country. “No way,” Ashlyn said, figuring out where we were going. “Yes way,” I said. “You got a reservation?” she asked. “Of course I did, do you know who I am?” Ashlyn laughed, leaning against me. I put an arm around her, holding Katie with the other and kissed Ashlyn on the forehead.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to The Blue Room,” the host said from behind his podium. “Reservation for Stanford,” I said. “Chase Stanford?” the host asked, faltering slightly. “That’s right,” I said, smiling. “Looks like word already got out,” Ashlyn said as we were briskly led to the best table in the restaurant.

“Curse the twenty-four-hour news cycle,” I replied. The waiter pulled out a chair for Ashlyn pushing it gently back in before dashing off to get a highchair for Katie. “I never knew they had highchairs,” Ashlyn said when we were seated, and the waiter had gone to get our drinks. “They don’t usually. I asked for it specifically when I called to make the reservation,” I explained. “Clever,” she said. “Thank you,” I said with a humble bow. As though we had practiced it, because we had, the string quartet took their cue and came over to the table to play.

“Oh my gosh!” Ashlyn exclaimed. “I have something to ask you,” I said. “You do?” Ashlyn asked, her eyes wide. I got down on one knee and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small, black velvet box. Holding it up, I opened it, revealing a brilliant blue diamond in a pure white gold setting. “Ashlyn Tate, will you make me the happiest man in the world by consenting to be my wife and allowing me to be Katie’s adoptive father?”

“Yes!” Katie shouted as though she understood the question.

Ashlyn didn’t answer at first. She was too busy battling the tears that started rolling down her cheeks. Before she was able to actually say yes, she started to nod with some enthusiasm. “Yes,” she said, “oh God, yes!” I took the ring from the box and gently slid it onto her finger, raising slightly, so I was at the proper height to kiss her. Reluctantly breaking away, I resumed my seat, still holding her hand as the waiter returned with our drinks. A raspberry spritzer for Ashlyn and a virgin pina colada for me. The mini bar was still in my apartment, but it was only stocked with mixers. I donated the remained of my Glenfiddich bottles to Jim Howell at work. Ashlyn had never had lobster before, so we ordered two of the best and I showed her how to use the tools to crack them. Katie watched with stunned fascination as we worked the lobster, completely forgetting about the plate of pasta in front of her. When we had eaten and drunk our fill, we took the comparatively leisurely drive back to the apartment, the traffic much lighter than it had been earlier in the day. Katie was already snoozing away in her car seat. “I’ll go put the little one to bed,” I told my fiancée as we got in the door. “I’ll be waiting,” Ashlyn said. We kissed and went our separate ways, Ashlyn to the master bedroom, which we now shared and me down to what had been the guest bedroom but had been turned into a nursery. Laying Katie down in her crib, I turned out the light and headed for the bedroom, taking off my suit jacket. Ashlyn had her dress down to her waist as I entreated. Going up behind her, I put my arms around, her stroking her round belly with both hands, kissing her neck as I did so. Ashlyn hummed and relented, letting me have my way with her.

Putting a hand back around her back, I undid her bra one handed, letting it fall away. With gentle hands, I tenderly massaged her sensitive breasts, which had somehow gotten even bigger than they had been before.

Moving my hands gently away, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her dress, pulling down and way. Ashlyn stepped gingerly out of it. Running my hands back up her bare legs, I clutched her panties, pulling them slowly down, leaving her standing naked in the middle of the room.

I stood behind her once more, taking off my shirt and pants. After a moment’s pause, I took off my tank top as well. If we were going to be married, I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us. Taking her by the shoulders, I guided her around, so she was facing me. Focused first on my eyes, her gaze soon enough went down, widening considerably when they landed on the cluster of scars covering my upper body. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “I thought you should know,” I said. “Afghanistan?” she asked, running her fingertips over one of them. “Yes,” I said. “I can handle that,” she said, looking me in the eye. We kissed again, and I lifted her up gently into my arms, carrying her to the bed, kissing as we went. Laying her gently down, I moved from her mouth, over her chin, and down her neck. Stopping for a moment to give her breasts some gentle love, I continued down over her belly to her sweet little pussy, giving it several long, lingering licks. Ashlyn squirmed and moaned her delight, reaching down to stroke my hair as I licked. When she was ready, I slowly stood up between her legs, keeping two fingers inside her pussy to maintain contact, and lightly pressed the head of my cock into her tight little pussy. Getting it is as far as I could without hurting her, I started to pump at a steady regular rhythm, building her up to a massive orgasm.