But Cleo was incredulous.
“She saved your sperm?” she asked, gasping. “How did Lorena do that?”
I shook my head, still stunned by the woman’s sheer tenacity.
“From used condoms,” I said simply. “There were a couple times after I fucked her when I’d find used condoms lying around, still filled with my jism. Your mom didn’t throw them away on purpose. She was saving my sperm so that she could get a zygote made.”
Cleo gaped at me before her face shuttered, turning away.
“I don’t believe it,” she said stiffly. “This is so complicated that it’s unreal. Maybe Marie got pregnant from the sex you were having, like normal people,” she said bitterly, not looking at me still.
But this was where Lorena’s plans had gone off the rails.
“No Cleo,” I said forcefully, putting a big finger under her chin to get her to look into my eyes. “I knew the child wasn’t mine. I knew they were lying all along.”
But Cleo was just tired now.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Drake,” she said. “You slept with Marie, you got her pregnant, it’s that simple.”
“No, listen to me,” I said forcefully. “I never had sex with Marie. I never put my penis in her pussy. That’s how I knew that everything Lorena said was lies.”
At this, Cleo flushed again.
“Well, even if you never had sex with Marie, what happened with the baby?” she asked slowly. “There was still a zygote from your sperm. Where is your son or daughter now?”
“That’s the thing,” I said slowly, “I don’t have a son or daughter. Marie was pregnant, sure, but it’s some other dude’s kid. Honey,” I said taking a deep breath. “I had a vasectomy ages ago. It’s something that I did when I was young, there were so many women out to get me, to catch me in their web. I fucking hated it, all these bitches wanting to be my baby mama, get a nice payout for life, so I had a vasectomy,” I concluded simply.
And here, Cleo drew in a deep breath.
“I’m confused,” she said slowly. “Whose baby was Marie pregnant with then?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Who knows?” I asked. “Lorena was a fucking manipulator. She figured that if I had sex with Marie, I wouldn’t even question the pregnancy until it was too late.”
“But you always knew it wasn’t yours,” said Cleo slowly.
“Yes,” I growled. “That bitch implanted Marie with some random dude’s sperm mixed with her egg. I threw them both out the minute they confronted me with the pregnancy.”
And Cleo just shook her head.
“This is so confusing,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe Lorena would go to such lengths.”
But I shook my head.
“Believe it,” I growled. “I was a lifestyle to her, nothing more. With me, she could keep up a lavish life, even sleep with the pool boy if that’s what she wanted. But once I decided I wanted to be with you, she knew her days were numbered, I wasn’t going to let her continue her depraved ways forever.”
Cleo was silent for a moment.
“So you’ve never had a child? Never had a child with another woman?” she asked slowly.
“Never,” I grunted, staring at her hard.
“And have you … ?” she asked, her voice trailing off, eyes looking out in the distance as she bit her lip nervously. But I knew what she was asking, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it was true. I’d essentially been celibate for four years and wasn’t afraid to say it.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I was with you,” I said harshly. “No one’s been with me since you.”
And here, Cleo drew a deep breath.
“I never would have guessed,” she said slowly, “Drake Markham, alpha male, man about town … on his own for four years.”
I paused for an instant.
Well,” I drawled. “I wouldn’t say that I was ‘alone,’ exactly.”
That made Cleo look up again, eyes flashing, chin lifted.
“Who have you been with then?” she asked, challenging me, straightening her shoulders as if for battle.
And I smiled at her.
“With you, baby. With your videos, the live cam feeds, the toys you’ve produced. I’ve been living with a simulation of you in my arms, albeit from a distance, but it’s always been you, honey.”
And with that, Cleo drew in a deep breath, that beautiful décolletage rising, her boobs creamy and full, tempting, distracting me.
“I see,” she said slowly. “I see.”
“Yes honey,” I rumbled, taking her hand. “And it’s time to make it real once more.”
And with that, my lips crashed down on hers, taking what was mine, what belonged to me … forever.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cleo
It was unreal to say the least. My stepdad, the man I’d fallen in love with so many years ago, had just told me that he’d never slept with another woman since me. There was no “other woman,” there was no baby. In fact, he’d been living like a monk since we were together. Well sort of. I guess monks don’t masturbate to my images, my vids, use the toys I’ve put out on the market.