Billionaire Baby Daddy

His constant calm demeanor was annoying as hell. Didn’t anything get him worked up? But purely the fact that he felt the need to tell me what he was doing showed that he knew it wasn’t a good idea.

Anytime a guy got so defensive right away, I knew it was a sign that they were telling me a story. A guy who didn’t need to tell a story didn’t get defensive. Jackson had seemed like he was different than other guys the night before. I even felt like I liked him. But seeing as he liked girls like Ally, it was obvious he wouldn’t like someone like me anyways. We were totally different.

“You didn’t need to take that whore back to a private room to ask her a question. You could have just handed her a hundred-dollar bill. She’s a cheap trick.”

“Dance for me, Roxanne.”

“What? I’m not going to dance for you. You’re a jerk.”

“There are cameras in here, remember? If someone’s watching, they will think it’s odd that we are just talking and you aren’t dancing.”

He was right, and I absolutely hated him for that. I had worked so hard to blend in throughout the night it would be irresponsible for me to not dance and, at least, make it look like I was putting on a show for the man I had in my private room.

Most of the time, one of Stephano’s goons was watching the video, but sometimes Stephano himself was around. He would know something was up already just because of how I was talking to Jackson when he first came into the room. Normally, when I brought a guy back to the room, I would be super sweet to him, trying to butter him up. I certainly hadn’t been sweet to Jackson when I brought him back into the room.

“I’ll dance, but there will be no touching tonight,” I said firmly.

“No touching by you either then,” Jackson said with a sly smile.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t want to touch you.”

“Well, you were singing a different tune last night when you reached into my pants and started to stroke my cock.”

I continued my dance for Jackson, but it was purely for the cameras. I had no idea what he was talking about and felt like he was just trying to get me all worked up. I would remember if I had wrapped my hand around his cock. I doubted it would be something I could have forgotten so quickly.

“What are you even talking about? That never happened,” I said.

I turned my back to him as I tried to remember what had happened the night before. I remembered having a nightmare and asking him to stay. But we both turned in opposite directions and went back to sleep.

It had been actually one of the best nights of sleep I had had in a very long time. Having him there with me had finally given my body the safety it needed to fall asleep. But what was he talking about? I hadn’t stroked his cock. I would have remembered if my hand had been around his throbbing member.

Then just as the thought crossed my mind, I remembered the dream I had woken up from earlier in the morning. I had been dreaming about Jackson being naked in my bed. I had dreamt that my hand was stroking him as I got ready to slide on top of him and ride him like a horse.

Oh, shit!

It hadn’t all been a dream. The feeling of his smooth cock in my hands rushed back through my memory and I knew he was speaking the truth. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit to that. No way was I going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I remembered the delicious feel of his hard body between my fingers.

As I danced for Jackson, I felt the need to torture him a little. My anger about Ally had died down, but I did still want to torture him.

“I found out some good information about Ana,” Jackson said.

“Really? What did you find out?”

I turned around and removed my top as I moved in front of him. The look on his face was one of a man using all his energy not to look at my tits. I straddled him and forced my breasts to be right in his vision as I thrust my hips on top of his cock.

“What happened to no touching?” Jackson said as he kept his hands on the couch.

“I changed my mind.”

He was hard, of course, but he tried his best not to move his hips against me. He tried, but he wasn’t going to win this battle.

I wondered if he had been hard from Ally dancing for him or if it was just for me?

“Well…” he said as he tried to keep his train of thought. “Um, I found out that she is probably at Stephano’s home.”

I reached down and grabbed Jackson’s cock and adjusted it through his pants so he could feel me as I glided on top of him. I couldn’t stop myself. It felt good to be on him. It was fun to see his face as he tried to keep things professional while his cock was hard as could be.

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I heard, as well. I also heard she was drugged up and Stephano wasn’t letting her leave his side.”