The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

That’s great, but I don’t want to miss too much of their lives, so we’ve decided I’ll go part time and he will dial back his work so he’s home most of the time and travels very little and when he does, there’s Ropa.

He’s moved into a guesthouse on the back of the property and is my shadow whenever Roan is not by my side. I fuss and pretend it annoys me, but deep down I love how protective my husband is of me, as well as Linnie, so I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when the girls arrive.

Roan set up Lydia in a nice bungalow one town over and she’s trying to make changes. He pays all her bills, but she still manages to get herself into one sort of pickle or another every few months. She’s started working at a local day care, which seems to have centered her a bit and we will do what we can to support her, but with how protective Roan is, she needs to try to keep her ducks in a row if we’re going to have her in our lives.

Time will tell.

The Sunshine Lounge burned down. Roan pled the fifth when I asked him about it, but I know somehow he was involved because all the employees received grants through an anonymous charity for full scholarships to Marygrove, as well as a monthly stipend if they stayed in school full time and maintained at least a C average.

Drug and alcohol treatment was provided to those in need as well, and I’ve heard through the grapevine that what happened has changed the lives of more than a handful of the people that worked there.

Popcorn seems to have disappeared into the ether according to the information I’ve been given, and I don’t delve.

I rub my belly as Ropa speeds onto the freeway, heading toward campus. I’m sad that my parents didn’t get the chance to see and take advantage of my good fortune. We’ve been to visit Roan’s parents a few times, but they are entrenched in their tropical lifestyle and their health isn’t great, but they’ve been kind to me and are happy for Roan even if his father doesn’t quite understand why he would cut back on his work.

“I appreciate everything,” Ropa interjects as he changes lanes, glancing over at me with a rare grin. He looks like a young Dwayne Johnson, without the brilliant, movie-star smile.

“I know you do. You tell us that all the time.”

“I just like to make sure you know how grateful I am. I would have never gone to college, or probably done anything with my life if it wasn’t for you guys.”

“It’s funny how things happen. How one minute, you’re driving in a snowstorm, and the next, you’re meeting the love of your life.” I look out the window, remembering that almost this time last year, I was just a week away from meeting my future husband.

“Yeah, well…” Ropa shrugs. “Not counting on that love of my life thing, just happy for what I have. What I’ve been given.”

His voice is low and thick. He’s a monster of a man with the heart of a warrior but I get the feeling he’s not convinced of what he could offer a partner in life.

“I know. Just remember, if Roan trusts you to take care of me and Linnie, believe me, you’re pretty special, so someone will come along and when she does, you’ll know.”

“Maybe.” He eases the car down the exit ramp toward the school as snowflakes start to drift down in the early afternoon winter sunshine.

My phone buzzes in my coat pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Roan.

Roan: I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. I’ll be in the pool. I want to recreate our first time together. My dick will be hard, my tongue will be ready. Your pussy should be wet and your mouth open. I miss you already. Be a good girl. Don’t ever forget how much I love you.

I shoot a quick message back.

Me: If you really want to recreate our first time, you’ll need to wait for me to fall asleep in your bed, after going through your things, then give me some time to hump your pillow, cum on it, then fall asleep naked in your bed with one of your shirts. That was what I think of as our first time. My first orgasm while riding your pillow, pretending it was you…

A few seconds pass before his reply comes through…

Roan: That works too. I’ll have blue balls thinking of it until you get home now. So, thanks for that.

Me: Anytime. Xoxo

Roan: Oh, and just so you know, Valentine’s Day is Friday but we won’t be celebrating until Saturday, the day after. Because that’s my Valentine’s Day, the day we met. Be good. I’ll be sitting here trying to calm my dick for the next three hours.