39. Big Daddy

**39. Big Daddy**

“Come here.”

My heart runs fast and barefoot as I sees Ceasar standing in my room with a first-aid kit in his hand and his aristocratic eyes on me.

It’s so hard to look at him and not remember our kiss from last night. How possessively he held me, choked me, and kissed me like a man left to starve for years.

“Joycelyn.” He calls my name in his deep voice and my stomach flutters with unwanted butterflies.

Gosh! His voice..

Is like whiskey with ice.

Hard, yet very gentle,

Like wax on a burning candle.

“I told you I am fine.” I walk into the room, but his eyes don’t leave me.

“It would be better if the thermometer says as well. Sit.” He orders me like a boss and some what I liked it. *What is wrong with me?*

“But I am telling you-“

“Joycelyn.” He interrupts me and closes our distance in just two strides. “I want to make sure my pregnant wife is alright.”

Pancakes flip inside my stomach the way he said *‘my wife’* with an authority that shakes my titties.

“So let me check upon you. For my peace of mind.” His voice softens and I feel the little throb of beats in my chest.

Nobody ever cared for a little fever in me, especially which is caused by horniness.

I sit at the corner of the bed and stare at Ceasar as he pulls out a glass straw from the kit and jerks in the air for a few times. But my mind is still fixated on the images of his different jerks and I instantly turn red.

*Red like my underwear.*

“Open your mouth.”

I blush hard at his words and shyly open my mouth. His eyes look down at my lips, and suddenly the air gets heavier and kinkier around us.

“Tongue up.”

He tells me softly and my cheeks tingle with a sudden rush of blood. *Are we-are we practicing something else?*

He places the glass thermometer in my mouth and I try not to blush like he put in his D- *Oh my god! Please mind, don’t go there!*

My eyes stride up to Ceasar, whose seriously stares at his watch.

I watch him amusingly as he quickly turns from a businessman to a doctor. He is like your own Johnny Sins.. He can be an asshole, selfish boss, possessive chihuahua, jealous brother, and now, a caring fake husband.

And suddenly, I feel guilty.

I drugged and married him and yet he is here, taking care of me like a real husband.

Ceasar looks at me, his stormy grey eyes look soft, and I see a genuine care in them, something I can’t ignore.

His fingers gently brush a lock of hair away from my face, and I find my heart thumping loudly at his action. He places his palm on my forehead and heat spread through me like fire, causing the thermometer to rise on my libido.

It’s the same hand.

And the same man!

But his touch feels so different,

Like a warm winter night blanket.

Unknowingly, I lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort and security that I have never felt before. For a moment, I completely forgot that our relationship is just a business deal and I am not supposed to relish these feelings sent from heavens above.

“Your temperature is fine, but your body still feels strangely warm.” Ceasar says with a tea-spoon of worry in it as he checks the thermometer. But the way his hand is still touching my face, it sends rippling shivers down my spine, and I blush harder.

“I-I am fine. I told you.” My breaths come out quick and I begin folding my clothes in an attempt to look away from his heated gaze.

*I am boiling, but for different reason!*

“Stop.” His hand grabs my wrist and the feeling of warmth returns to the chamber of my bitchy heart. It beats rapidly as his touch like he grabbed my ass.

“Take rest for a while and I’ll do the packing for you.” His grey eyes soften at me.

“I am fin-“

“Go.” His deep voice leaves no room for argument.

I slowly lie on the bed, under the sheets, and watch him go through my stuff.

He folds my dresses one by one, carefully and so gently as if he is handling fine china plates.

Ceasar picks up my lacy bra and examines it for a moment. My face flushes with fresh blood as he looks up at me and quietly packs my other underwears.

*Oh god! Oh my god!*

I am blushing red,

Like strawberry jam-spread.

The way he is packing my underwears,

I couldn’t stop admiring his love and care.

“Done.” He says after zipping my bag and keeping it to the side of the door.

“Um.. Thank you.” I bite my lips shyly and he nods before leaving me alone to rest.

I giggle under the blanket as I remember the way he was carefully folding my panties, as if he was making an origami plane out of it.

I laugh as his confused face comes into my mind, like wondering if it was my right size. He is so cute. *And caring.*

I hug the pillow, feeling little butterflies in my stomach, where our baby is growing.

“I hope you are smart like your dad.” I whisper, touching my belly.

Heaviness takes over me, and I close my eyes to a gentle sleep. But suddenly, I dream of that tattoo again. The roaring lion looks at me while he devours his prey dominatingly in front of the screen.

*Oh Shit!*

My eyes bolt open as I remember where I have seen that lion tattoo before.

I throw the blanket away and rush downstairs to his room, only to bolt in to scream. “I know what you are!”

Cason looks up from his phone as he perfectly lies on the bed like a lazy lion. His tattoo peeks from the first two unbuttons of his white shirt and the memory of that video plays vividly in my head.

“Whose there? Oh.. Joycelyn! Please come in.” He taunts me for not knocking on his door first.

But I don’t care. I am not here to knock but knock him down.

“I know what you are.” I fold my arms and smirk at him like a crowned queen.

“Um.. Sexy, hot, irresistible bachelor, a billionaire and… Um… the guy you gonna sleep with.” Cason smiles smugly as he throws his phone and gives me a flirty wink.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “No. No. The real you.” I whisper giving him a hint.

“Real me. Un-real me. You still don’t know me, kitty.” He stands up to his full height. Shoulders square and sinewy biceps at the side, confirming my doubts.

*It’s definitely him.*

“You don’t know that I know what you think I don’t know.” The smile on my face grows as his cocky eyes narrow at me in irritation.

“You still don’t know.”

“I know.” I assure him.

“Then say it.”

Cason takes a long stride towards me while keeping his sharp gaze fixated on me like a predator. “Say it. Out loud.”

I smile at his desperation and finally reveal his hidden internet identity out loud, just like he asked me to.

“You are the famous *Big Daddy* porn star!”

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