ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories) (70 page)

Chapter 3

Jetson tried to restrain himself.  Stacy was all over him and he would have fucked her right there on the plane if it hadn’t been for Nicole, who was staring at them like a hawk.  He liked Nicole and knew he couldn’t hurt her by fucking someone else right in front of her.  But, he did do the next best thing. 

“You are going to the Suarez party, right?”  Jetson asked, handing Stacy another mixed drink.  She giggled, nodding. 

“Yes…  I hope to find some cute and well off businessmen there.”  She giggled again, looking at him. 

“Oh?  Is that so?  Does it have to be a businessman?  How about a well off pilot?”  Jetson flashed her a knowing smile before getting close to her.

“Hehe!  That doesn’t sound too bad!”  She leaned in closer.  They looked like they were about to kiss.  Nicole could feel her jealousy growing.  She cleared her throat, loudly, hoping it would get them to stop.

“Nicole, do you mind, um… organizing the bar?”  Jetson quickly came up with some busy work for her.  He wanted some privacy with his client.  When Nicole was out of sight he stepped up his game, getting even closer to Stacy, whispering in her ear, “Well, if you must know, I
am
Armando’s son.”

“No way!”  Stacy’s eyes went big.  Armando Suarez was very wealthy, almost as wealthy as her own father.  If she and Jetson got together and inherited their parent’s companies, they would be
rich
, no, more than rich, they would be
stinking
rich.  Stacy smirked as a plan hatched inside her head. 

“Does that mean you’ll be at the party?” 

“Haha, I’m the guest of honor!”

“Is it at
your
house?” 

“No.  It is at one of my father’s apartments.  I used to live there, though.”

“Great.  Why don’t you RSVP one of the bedrooms for us?”  She winked at him, his eyes growing in surprise.  He wasn’t used to girls being so direct with him.  He liked it.  He was usually the dominant one, going for submissive women, the ones that would do anything he wanted, like Nicole. He had never tried to go for the girls that actually liked to be in charge.  This would be interesting. 

“Yes, ma’am.

******

Before Jetson knew it, he had landed the jet and was now at his father’s party.  Jetson made sure to flirt with all the single ladies there.  He even made a few moves on some of the married women. The evening was coming to an end and Stacey was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her. He wanted to find her again, but she was nowhere to be found.  He thought back to the bedroom RSVP she had mentioned.  Just as he was about to go hunting for her someone patted his back.  He turned around to find out it was his father.

“Ah!  Jetson!  I’ve been looking all over for you!”  His father smiled at him.  By his father’s side was an older gentleman, accompanied by none other than
Stacy
.  He looked at the gentleman for a moment before looking at Stacy.  His eyes rested on the keyhole in her dress, teasing him with her beautiful cleavage.  He wondered if they were real.  They
looked
real.  “Is that so?”  Jetson responded after a moment, breaking away from the trance that Stacy’s intoxicating body had put him in. 

“Yes, yes! I am sure you introduced yourself to Miss Stacy here while flying her into town, but now I would like to introduce you to her father, Danny Damson.”  Jetson flashed the man a professional smile before shaking his hand.  If there was anything about Jetson it was that
everyone
loved him.  He might not have the best skills when it came to financial responsibility or making sound decisions or any of the other qualities of a good businessman, but somehow he could make anyone fall in love with him, a skill that had saved him many times before.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”  Jetson looked at Danny.  The gentleman looked at him, obviously taking him in, analyzing him.  Jetson hoped he was at least making a good impression, especially since he wanted to fuck this man’s daughter. Finally, the man spoke. “Thank you for bringing my daughter safely to the party.  I hope you two hit it off well in the jet?”  He inquired, looking at Jetson and then his daughter.  Stacy nodded, a grin playing on her lips.

“Of course, daddy! Jetson was an amazing pilot!”  She winked in Jetson’s direction and he smirked in response.

“That’s good to hear!  Maybe you two could get to know each other a little more… maybe become more than just
friends
.”  Jetson looked at his father, surprised.  It wasn’t like his father to push Jetson toward a serious relationship and in such a forward manner.  Armando had been quite the bachelor in his time, so usually he understood his son’s need to fraternize with any women that came his way.  Jetson gave his father a quizzical look.

“What?  I don’t want my son making the same mistakes I did.”  Jetson flinched a bit.  He knew he was the son of a lowly waitress, someone his father had fucked for fun.  Had his father just called him a
mistake?

“Ouch dad, that hurts.”  Jetson pouted a bit. “I just want you to settle down and have a good life, that’s all.” His father responded. 

“Isn’t that what we all want?”  Stacy’s father agreed with Armando.  The two men cheered, their whiskey glasses chiming together as they toasted each other.  They soon left together, getting friendly with each other as they started to talk about business propositions.

This left Jetson and Stacy alone together.  Jetson quickly grabbed a mixed drink from one of the waiters that were walking around and offered it to Stacy.  She accepted it with a knowing smile before taking a sip, slowly wrapping her red lips around the straw.  Jetson smirked. 

“About that offer I made on the plane… it still stands you know.”  She smirked at him, batting her eyelashes in a sensual way, hoping to get him in the mood.  “Is that so?”  Jenson chuckled a bit.  He liked this girl.  She was demanding.  She was feisty.  Maybe it was time for a bit of a change.

“Mhm… now come with me.”  She put down her drink before grabbing his hand with a tight grip.  She eagerly pulled him toward the bedroom with a giggle.

Jetson stared at Stacy’s ass as she pulled him toward one of the bedroom doors.  She didn’t care whose bedroom it was, she just wanted a piece of the man behind her.  He was sexy
and
rich
and
knew how to fly a plane.  What more could she want?  All she had to do was show him how amazing she was in bed and then he would be eating out of the palm of her hand in no time.

With a naughty grin on her face, she opened up the door, pulling him inside as she closed the door behind her.  As the door closed, she quickly switched gears, suddenly grabbing him and slamming him into the door, making out with him passionately.  Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, exploring all around.

Jetson was a little shocked.  He was used to making the first move.  Women were usually intimated by his money and power, becoming shy, forcing him to make the first move, but Stacy was completely different.  She was the one taking charge in the bedroom and Jetson loved it. 

Stacy quickly started to unbuckle Jetson’s belt, eager to get down to business.  Jetson was so used to foreplay in order to get girls in the mood.  He was shocked to find that Stacy seemed ready to go without any “prep work.” In fact, she seemed ready to fuck all night long.  The thought excited him. 

In seconds, she had ripped off his belt.  She was now quickly unbuttoning his pants, freeing his dick.  It was in her hands now, twitching with excitement as Stacy smirked at him. 

“Oh yes, I’ll have great fun with this bad boy.”  She squeezed his member slightly before getting down on her knees.  Jetson was shocked.  This woman was beyond any of his wildest dreams.  He never thought a woman would take such control in the bedroom.

He watched her as she pulled down his pants and boxers now, using nothing more than her teeth.  God, she was sexy.  She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet!  Jetson could feel his dick getting harder by the second and she hadn’t even done anything yet except
hold
him.  She hadn’t even jerked him off yet.

Before Jetson could even react, she had him in her hot mouth.  She sucked him off expertly, bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing member.  He was surprised at how deep she could take him.  Did she not have a gag reflex? 

Jetson was about to wrap a fist around her hair and face fuck her when she suddenly pulled away.  He nearly whimpered as his dick fell out of her mouth.  He didn’t have time to complain, however because she was now pulling him toward the bed by his tie.  She dragged him over to the foot of the bed before pushing him onto it. 

Jetson fell back onto the bed, smirking.  She was quite the mistress.  He looked up at her as she pounced on him, pinning him to the bed, kissing him hard.  Her lips were smashed against his.  Soon enough, she ripped off the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked.  As she straddled him she grabbed his tie and in one swift motion had his wrists tied to the bed. 

“Mmm.  You look sexy as my little prisoner. I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go.”  She smirked at him before saying, “I hope you enjoy your show.”  With those words, she started to give him a little strip tease.  All Jetson wanted to do was get up and pounce on her, to take control and rip off her clothes, bend her over the bed and fuck her silly, but with his wrists tied to the bed he was unfortunately stuck.

All he could do was groan as she continued to tease him.  She almost seemed professional in the way she teased him with every button of her blouse, the sway of her hips, the thrusting of her chest.  Jetson bit his lip as his dick stood at full attention between his legs.  Her tits were perfect. A generous handful. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them.

Once she was fully naked she walked over to him sexily before slowly crawling into bed with him.  She moved slowly, still teasing him, touching herself seductively.  Jetson wished she would just get on with it.  He wanted to fuck her so damn bad.  Keeping her body off of his she started to kiss and nibble his neck. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, my little pet.” Jason bit his lip harder.  Could this get any sexier? 

Stacy was suddenly on him.  She didn’t hesitate to slide his entire length inside of her.  She was soaking wet! Jetson moaned loudly as Stacy ran her nails across his chest, leaving tiger stripes on his skin.  She started to ride him now, hard, up and down, slamming his entire length into her pussy with every bounce. Her tits bouncing up and down. Jetson couldn’t believe it.  He swore he was somewhere in heaven.

He continued to moan as she leaned down, taking one of his nipples into her mouth, nipping at it gently, teasing him.  He moaned loudly.  No one had ever dared to play with his nipples before and it was an exciting new experience.  He suddenly yelped loudly when Stacy took his other nipple between her fingers and started to toy with it slowly.  Was this what it felt like to have your nipples played with?

Jetson moaned softly as he looked up at his sexy mistress who was still riding him for all that she was worth.  God tonight would be a hell of a night.  With a girl like Stacy, this would be a night Jetson would never forget.

Chapter 5

After his amazing night with Stacy, Jetson knew he couldn’t let her get away.  He had to make her his.  With that thought in mind, he decided to take a month off work.  He offered to take Stacy on a one-month getaway to Europe.  She, of course, accepted with glee.  During their month together Jetson and Stacy had a wild time. 

They fucked nonstop.  They had sex in every place they could think of: the bed, the counter, the floor, against the wall, outside, on the beach, in the water, in the pool, in the shower, in the car, you named it, they had sex there.  They had also tried a million different positions.  This, of course, included all the basics: 69, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, etc. But they also experimented with some of the more
exotic
positions, including but not limited to acrobat, big dipper, G-spot sniper, pearly gates, pile driver, and tango. 

Stacy was the epitome of sex on legs and Jetson couldn’t get enough of her.  Just when he thought he would get “bored” she would find some way to keep him interested.  She was a nymph, there was no other way to explain it.  She was the girl of his dreams.  He had to make her his. 

So Jetson got serious.  The only way to make a girl like her stay in his life was to put a ring on her, and a very expensive ring at that.  With his mind set on marrying Stacy, Jetson called his father. 

“Dad!  I’ve got big news!” 

“Hmm?” 

“You remember that Stacy girl from the party, Danny Damson’s daughter?  Well, I’ve decided to ask her to marry me.”  Jetson’s father was shocked.  Although the party had been a scheme to find his son a steady girlfriend Armando never thought it would actually work.  Either way, it hadn’t even been a month, wasn’t it too early to be thinking of marriage.

“Son, isn’t it a little early?  It hasn’t even been a month yet.”  Armando knew the benefits of taking a risk, it was how he started his business after all, but this frightened him.  If Stacy decided to say no Jetson would be crushed but if she said yes and then later filed for divorce, she could walk away with a lot of money from the Suarez family.  This was a huge decision and he hoped his son would make the right choice. 

“Dad, I think I might actually love her!”  Jetson was excited.  He didn’t understand why his father was doubting him.  Shouldn’t his father be happy for him?  He was finally settling down just like his father wanted. 

“Well, if you are
sure
then I will support you 100%.”

“Great!  In that case, do you think you could send me some money?”  Jetson hoped his father would pay for the ring or he would be out of luck.  The Europe getaway had ended up being more expensive than expected, as Stacy took full advantage of his credit card to buy anything she wanted from the most expensive designer bag to six-figure jewelry.

“For a ring?”  His father inquired.

“Yes.”  There was a long pause and Jetson feared the worst.  He couldn’t let Stacy get away and he feared that if he didn’t pop the question by the time their vacation was over then he would lose her forever.  He couldn’t lose his little sex goddess. 

“Okay.”  Jetson was elated.  “How much do you need?”

“Oh, I’d say about a million should cover it.”  There was another long pause.

“You are killing me.  She better be worth it.”  While Armando was wealthy, with countless millions, he still didn’t like giving his son freebies.  He wanted his son to know the value of a dollar.  His son needed to work hard if he ever had hopes of taking over the Suarez Empire.  But for once he decided to go easy on his son.

“Thanks, dad.  You won’t regret it.”  Jetson hung up and smiled to himself.  Now all he had to do was call Danny to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage.  He dialed the number and waited for someone to answer. 

“Hello?” 

“Oh hey!  Danny!  It’s me, Jetson Suarez, son of Armando Suarez.” 

“Oh, Jetson!  Great to hear from you!  How are you?  How’s the vacation with my daughter treating you?  Are you two having a good time?”  Danny sounded happy. 

“Great!  Great!  In fact… I have big news!” Jetson had a hard time containing himself.

“Hmm?”

“Well… if you’ll give me your blessings… I would like to marry your daughter.”  There was a long pause and Jetson feared rejection.  He held his breath. 

“Hello?”  Jetson asked quietly.

“Oh sorry!  You just caught me off guard wasn’t expecting that.  But… yes, of course, you have my blessings! I am happy my daughter could find someone like yourself.  You have my full support.”  Danny sounded excited.  Jetson was elated.  He smirked to himself, thanking the man.

With everything going smoothly, Jetson checked his bank account to find that his father had already wired the money he needed.  Jetson smirked, heading to the nearest high-end jeweler.  He would buy her a ring she couldn’t reject.

It was the last day of their getaway and Jetson was nervous.  There was a little black box burning a hole in his pocket.  What if she said no?  Jetson was afraid of rejection as he fiddled with the box throughout their fancy dinner inside of the Eiffel Tower.  He had waited until they were in Paris to propose.  What better place to pop the question?  Nonetheless, even with the odds in his favor, he was still nervous.

He watched as Stacy ate her meal.  She was almost done with it which meant it was getting close to the time where he would get down on one knee.

“You have been awfully quiet tonight,” Stacy commented as she looked at him.  She looked beautiful, like always.  Jetson could feel himself sweating. What was wrong with him?  He was usually so sure of himself.  There was just something about Stacy that made him feel
submissive
.  If she looked at him with that piercing look of hers, he felt compelled to obey her every command. 

“Oh… um… just a lot on my mind.”  Jetson stuttered a bit, trying to be casual but failing horribly. 

“Oh?  Like what?”  She asked, tilting her head to the side, a habit of hers that drove him insane.  He loved the way she could act so innocent and yet be so naughty.

“Well… there’s this girl that is really important to me and I want to ask her this really important question.”  He looked at her. 

“Oh?  Is that so?”  There was a sour look on Stacy’s face now.  Jetson gulped, realizing that he had upset her.  By being vague in his response, she had assumed he was talking about another girl.  He had to do it now or he would be screwed.

To Stacy’s surprise, she watched as Jetson got down on one knee before her.  He reached into his pocket, pulling out the little black box.  It was only then that Stacy realized what was going on.  She gasped. 

“Stacy, will you marry me?”  Jetson looked at her confidently.  It was amazing how his nerves had suddenly evaporated.  He flashed her a sexy smile.  She started to nod, getting up and hugging him tightly. 

Jetson chuckled a bit as the hug forced his head into her amazing cleavage, which, by the way, was all too real.  He nuzzled into her chest a bit before she pushed him away.  They both laughed.

As he slipped the diamond ring onto her slender finger they both knew that this
would be the beginning of a beautifully sexy marriage.

Jetson and Stacy ended up being the couple of the year.  They were all over the media as this generation’s power couple.  They seemed absolutely perfect for each other.  Everyone loved them. 

The media adored them and followed them everywhere they went from the moment they announced their marriage to the public.  The media was all over their wedding arrangements, the actual wedding, and, of course, their honeymoon.  The couple barely had a moment of privacy, but they didn’t mind.  Both of them loved the attention.

Throughout the whole thing, all Nicole could do was watch with a broken heart.  She had been heartbroken from the moment she found out that Jetson would be taking a one-month vacation with Stacy, the stupid woman they had picked up on the eventful day that Jetson had ridden her bareback.

The only thing she could do was wonder what was going on.  When the marriage had been announced all she could do was watch as her heart broke into a million pieces.  She couldn’t escape it, they were everywhere.  She had thought that Jetson loved her, but now she knew that all those times he had fucked her meant nothing to him.

Nicole was angry.  She had tried to get in touch with him countless times, but he never picked up.  Fine, if he didn’t want to talk to her then he would never see her again.  About two weeks after the marriage announcement Nicole quit her job as a stewardess.

Jetson didn’t really care.  He had a sexy new fiancé, why should he care about some lowly stewardess?  Stacy was a goddess compared to Nicole.  He had to admit that with the new male stewardess his flights did get a little boring but what did it matter?  He knew when he went home there would be a sexy nymph waiting for him. 

Jetson honestly didn’t give Nicole a second thought after finding out she had quit.  She had just been a fun fuck while it lasted.  He had moved onto bigger and better things! 

Nicole, however, couldn’t stop thinking about Jetson, no matter how hard she tried.  Things only got worse when three months passed by and her stomach started to grow.  She blamed it on stress eating at first but as five months rolled around there was no denying it.  She was pregnant. 

Nicole didn’t know what to do.  The child, of course, was Jetson’s, it couldn’t be anyone else’s.  She hadn’t fucked anyone else except Jetson.  Plus he had fucked her bareback
and
exploded inside of her.  Unless she was the new Mother Mary there could be no other explanation. 

But what was she supposed to do?  Could she call him?  Wouldn’t that just ruin his marriage to be?  The media would explode with scandal.  Nicole knew that if the press found out about this that his name would be put to shame. 

And while Nicole did hate Jetson for abandoning her for another woman, a part of her still loved him.  She knew she wouldn’t be capable of hurting him like that.  She knew, deep down, that she’d have to raise the child as a single mother.  Jetson couldn’t know he had a child or it would ruin both of their lives. 

With a heavy heart, she scheduled a doctor’s appointment to find out, once and for all, if she was truly pregnant.  It was obvious, but there was a part of her that didn’t want to believe it without cold hard facts.  She was nervously waiting in the waiting room before the doctor emerged with a smile on his face. 

“Congratulations.”  Nicole felt sick to her stomach.

Chapter 7

*Jetson lived a worry free life.  He had a sexy wife, a new home, a new car, and anything else he could ever want.  (His new father-in-law Danny was very generous.) He had red hot sex every night.  He still couldn’t believe that women like Stacy existed, but he was glad he could call the sex goddess his own. 

Jetson even got back to work, flying old #52 like he used to.  The plane was becoming outdated by now, but Jetson had an attachment to the jet that he couldn’t quite explain so he kept flying it even as his father tried to convince him to try out the new model, #53.  Jetson didn’t want to hear it.  He kept flying #52.

Everything seemed right to Jetson.  He was living the perfect life.  That is, until the day he decided to go for a run.  Stacy was a monster in bed and he had to work out frequently in order to maintain a stamina that could keep up with her.  She had the stamina of a marathon runner and that forced Jetson to work out more often than he ever had.  He didn’t like the gym scene so he often stuck to running around town. 

Usually, he would run in the morning before one of his flights, but today he got caught up doing this and that and didn’t have time for a run until the late afternoon.  The sun was still out, but he knew he would only have an hour before it started to go down.  An important man, like himself, knew the dangers of being out after dark, so he decided to make it a quick fifteen-minute run. 

Putting in his headphones he started to jog.  He never paid much attention when running, but five minutes into his run he stopped dead in his tracks.  Walking on the sidewalk, approaching him was none other than Nicole. 

He hadn’t spoken to her since the day they had picked up Stacy.  She looked just as gorgeous as ever, but the thing that shocked him the most was the baby stroller she was pushing along.  She hadn’t spotted him yet. 

Jetson wondered if she had been knocked up by some other guy.  He wondered if she had some boyfriend, he didn’t know about.  Jetson had never bothered to ask, of course, but for some reason he always suspected he was the only man who fucked her on a regular basis.