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  The Secretary’s Secret Baby

  Bad Boy Romance

  By: Alexandra Stone

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  A Secretary’s Secret Baby

  Gina

  MATTHEW

  GINA

  MATTHEW

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  MATTHEW

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Office Temptation

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Cruise Control

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  Alice in Badboyland

  Pitching Me

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  Introduction

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  A Secretary’s Secret Baby

  Gina

  I had not seen Matthew since I had graduated from school. I had kept my mystery now for a long time, my big secret. Yet now that was all going to change and I would have no control over it. I had enormous dreams after school graduation yet everything changed on account of one red hot night with Matthew, my school’s star athlete. He had constantly done well in basketball, and when he was offered a scholarship to play in college none of us realized just how far he would go. I realized that I would need to keep the mystery to myself. His future relied on upon it. Thusly I remained quiet about the obligation. However now I was in peril of that mystery being uncovered. Melissa was Matthew's sister and was my closest companion in high school. Be that as it may we had become separated and she went off to school in New York. I stayed behind in our residential community functioning as a secretary to help raise my son Jared who was currently three years of age. Now Melissa had reached out to me to let me know that she was getting hitched and was returning to our small town to do it. The precarious part was that she needed me to be a bridesmaid, which implied I would need to see Matthew once more. That’s how it all started.

  I was at work as usual at my grueling job as a low paid secretary at a small insurance office. I had been receiving emails from Melissa for a while now but I had ignored every single one of them.

  "Gina, I need you to finish all of this paperwork before you leave," my boss said to me as he walked by my desk.

  "Yes, of course," I said looking at the massive pile of work that would normally take several days to do. This was how he treated me. He was never a good man. But living in a small town with very few jobs left me very few little choices because I had a son to take care of. So I bit my tongue and never talked back to my boss and did as I was told. It was a very unhappy existence.

  I grabbed a stack of papers and that is when it happened. Ping! The sound that an email had just arrived in my inbox went off. The subject read 'I'm getting married! Be my bridesmaid Gina!'

  That email subject line had me breathing heavily like I was having a panic attack. I opened the email to read that my former best friend from high school Melissa was coming back to town in order to get married in the small church that we grew up going to. She wanted me to be a bridesmaid and she would not take no for an answer. Then the email was long about how the wedding party would be full of a weeklong of festivity wedding events and lunches and tailoring of dresses. My eyes glazed over at all of the events. I knew that her brother would be there, the famous NBA player Matthew Jenison. I couldn't handle it anymore. I stood up from my desk and walked quickly outside to breathe in some fresh air.

  I opened the door to the small insurance office back door that led out to the parking lot. I paced the hard concrete back and forth not knowing how I could get out of this. I knew deep down that I could not get out of it. I knew that this was going to be complicated and messy and that I did not have any choice in the matter. I didn't know how I would keep my secrets but I had to try.

  "Gina! Did I not tell you to finish that pile of paperwork!" My boss barked at me as he peaked his head out of the back door.

  "Yes, so sorry I just needed a breath of fresh air because I got an unsettling email and…"

  "That is no concern of mine. Now get back to work or I will find someone else to take your position!" He shouted as he slammed the door.

  My trapped situation with a boss that was mean and angry all the time but a job that I could not leave because I needed the money to support my son as a single mother, was a hard situation to deal with. My family had all but disowned me when I became a teenage pregnancy case right after graduation. So I was pretty much on my own, and this job was a way to pay the bills. I did however still speak to my sister Jessica who did not share our parents view on being pregnant right out of high school. She was my everything and helped me through the difficult times. She was also one of my babysitters when I was not able to pay for a babysitter.

  I took a deep breath and went back inside to finish my work. At least it would be a good distraction from the unsettling email that I would have to deal with and reply to this evening. I spent the rest of the workday shuffling through papers and doing the work very fast. The faster I went the more occupied my mind was with the paperwork and not with Melissa and of course Matthew.

  When I got home Jessica had already put my son Jared to sleep. She knew as soon as she saw me that something was wrong.

  "Gina, is everything all right? You look like you have seen a ghost," she asked as she put her hand on my shoulder.

  "Not seen a ghost, more like received an email from a ghost."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I received an email from Melissa Jenison. As I have for the last few weeks and have ignored, but this one caught my attention with the subject line so I opened it and read it. She's getting married in our church, and she wants me to be a bridesmaid. There will be wedding events for an entire week before the wedding. "

  "Oh I see," Jessica sad as she sat down and urged me to sit down next to her while she opened a bottle of wine.

  "Gina you must let him know one day in any case," she said to me handing me a glass.

  "I know. I generally intended to tell him, however it never appeared like the perfect time. There was continually something brilliant in his future. When I discovered that I was pregnant, he had discovered that he got drafted into the major league of basketball, the NBA. At that point his profession took off and I
would not like to be the one to demolish that. Before I knew it three years had passed by. Goodness Jessica by what method would I be able to face him? Will he have the capacity to see the truth on my face? Maybe he won’t even remember me," I said pacing my loft.

  "Obviously he will remember you? You were Melissa’s best friend and practically lived at their house," She said attempting to reassure me and call me down.

  "Because of all the famous women and models that now occupy his bed, that is how he would have forgotten." I said.

  "Well you won't have the capacity to tell Melissa no. This town is too little for you to stay away from her and her brother for two weeks. So you might as well tell her yes," Jessica said. What she said seemed to make sense no matter how much I loathed the idea.

  "I assume you are right in thinking that. I will simply need to manage it when it comes," I said.

  “So then you are going to tell Melissa yes? You are going to be a bridesmaid? You know that I will help with Jared in anyway that I can. I can babysit when you need me too. It’s not a problem for me,” Jessica said.

  “Are you sure? You help me so much already and I’m sure this whole wedding business will be chaotic. Not just in my schedule but emotionally too. I just don’t know if I can handle it,” I said pouring more wine into my glass and I felt more and more anxious the more that I thought about it.

  “It will be fine. Here, reply to her email now and then forget about it until it comes around,” she said handing me my smart phone.

  I took a deep breath and then opened the email and read it a few times.

  “But look at all these events that she has scheduled! These are all times that I am going to have to be near Matthew. If it was just one wedding day that would be different but this is a whole week of seeing him. And I’m sure that Melissa will come in a week before the actual wedding week to do some planning if I know her, and that will be two weeks of dealing with them.”

  Jessica did not respond with words, she just looked at me and pushed the phone in my face.

  “Ugh, you’re right. Okay. Here goes, I’m writing yes. Send.”

  “There, now was that so bad? Now how hideous do you think the bridesmaid’s dresses will be?” she laughed.

  “Well Melissa’s favorite color was also yellow so I am sure they will be hideous yellow dresses,” I laughed.

  Jessica always had a way of making me feel better. After she left and after I had two glasses of wine I started to calm down. Perhaps I could get through this and keep my secret. I turned on the television ready to relax a little before doing it all over again the next day. The television was on the news when I turned it on. There he was, Matthew Jenison. He had just finished playing a game of professional basketball and he was being interviewed on the court in Madison Square Garden. I took a sharp breath of air as his image caught me off guard. He was still very beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes and very tall. He spoke with confidence and intellect as the interview asked him questions. I was lost in a daze as I stared at the TV. Seeing his face and presence on the screen suddenly took all my confidence away that I could deal with this. I knew that I couldn't. Just seeing him on TV gave me this reaction of being nervous, how would I be able to see him in person if I could not handle seeing him on television?

  "Who's that?" I turned to see my son out of bed and rubbing his eyes as he watched me watch the television.

  "Jared, what are you doing out of bed?" I said as I went to him and picked him up giving him a kiss on the cheek. Seeing his beautiful blue eyes and blond hair always warmed my heart.

  "I am thirsty water," he said sleepily.

  "OK son let's get you some water," I said as I squeezed him tight and carried him to the kitchen. I gave him some water and then I carried him into bed. I read him a nighttime story until he was once again asleep. I stared at his sleeping face and knew, I would have to keep Jared away from the wedding events. There was no way that his face would not bring up questions and expose my secret.

  I walked to my bedroom and sat at my vanity table while I put on night cream and brushed my hair. I thought that I still looked good and almost like I had not changed much since high school a few years ago. My hair was still long and brown and my brown eyes still held a spark in there buried by a dead-end job and a mean boss. I kept my figure trim and I was still tall and lean. I considered myself a catch in the physical sense, but as a single mother it was hard to participate in any romance as I had my son to think about. I turned off the lights and crawled into bed. I dreamt of Matthew and our night together many years ago, I could never forget it.

  MATTHEW

  I opened my eyes and looked around the room. For a second I did not know where I was, this had become a common occurrence in my life since I became a professional basketball player. As I awoke I felt the heavyweight of an arm on me. I looked over to see the cover model of the latest sports illustrated issue naked on top of me. I had only just met her the night before at a party, and we had been partying in this hotel room ever since we met. It had all been a blur. I pushed her off of me and went to the bathroom sink to wash my face. I stared at myself in the mirror, "Matthew, you have to get your shit together. You can't keep doing this," I said to myself.

  I picked up my cell phone and called my driver to come pick me up. Maybe it was rude to leave without saying goodbye, but this wasn't exactly a romantic interaction. I had already garnered a reputation for being a player, and not just a basketball player. I knew that the women expected this kind of behavior from me, used to enjoy it and indulge in it but for the last few days something had hit me. I knew exactly what it was but I didn't want to admit it to myself. I didn't want to admit that a famous basketball player like myself was shaken up by the idea of having to go back to my small shit town where I grew up. I would have to go because my sister was getting married to a rich and famous New York banker. For some reason she wanted to have the wedding in the church we attended growing up. Now this meant I would have to go back home.

  I put on my clothes, my shades and a hat and made my way out of the hotel room into the elevator.

  "Matthew! Over here! Over here Mr. Jenison! Do you think he will win the next game question?" The paparazzi snapped photos and yelled at me as I exited the hotel and into the waiting black town car. I smiled and did my duty as a celebrity athlete but I was in no mood to answer questions and talk. I quickly glided into the car and shut the door behind me.

  "Where to Mr. Jenison?" My driver asked.

  "There is going to be two stops today. I need to go home to freshen up, and then I need to be on set for a commercial," I said to the driver realizing that I had a terrible headache. "Actually can we pull through somewhere and get a large coffee and aspirin?" I added on.

  "Of course I will grab those things for you right away," he said as he put the car in gear and drove away from the flashing lights of the photographers.

  With coffee in hand I entered my mansion in Los Angeles and went about my normal routine after I had been partying for several days. I hit the sauna and sweated out the alcohol and drugs followed by a hot shower. Then I was ready to go be the celebrity athlete I had turned myself into onset. As I was driven to set I had time to think about my hometown. It had been three years since I had been back to the residential area in which I experienced my childhood and grew up in. The most recent three years felt like one year in light of the fact that everything happened so quick in my career. I had left my residential community with the expectation of returning after was over for one reason, Gina. She was my sister’s best friend. I had grown to know her well when we were growing up, but when she was a senior she blossomed into a beautiful woman. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was older than she was by a few years and when she and my sister were graduating from high school, I went home for the ceremony. That’s when it happened, I seduced the innocent young Gina because I could not keep my eyes or hands off of her. After that night, I knew that she was going to college on the East Coast and I
was on the West Coast so not much could be done. I had always fantasized about her moving in with me when she was done with college, but after a while we lost touch. She had become very distant over that summer and then stopped all communication. Then when I discovered that I had been drafted into the NBA after college I couldn't turn that down. That part transformed form and it had been three years. The other reason was that while I was dealing with the NBA I had heard that Gina was pregnant. I accepted it was not mine since she didn't reach me to let me know, and I expected that she had found another significant other. It was something that had made me extremely upset at the time and I managed the anguish the way some all famous athletes do, I began celebrating too hard. My life was consistently brimming with models and medications and liquor just to numb the torment. This had turned into my way of life and it was greater than me. I soon quit thinking about Gina at all. However now I would need to backtrack to the small town on the grounds that my sister Melissa was getting hitched, and she had picked the little church we grew up going to have her wedding in. I thought about whether she would request that Gina be in the wedding since they were closest companions when we were growing up.

  "Five more minutes Matthew!" A voice called from the opposite side of my trailer entryway.

  "Much obliged to you! I will be there in no time flat!" I hollered back. I was onset of my most Nike commercial for Nike athletic sneakers. I was happy for the work and the diversion in light of the fact that the wedding was a month away and I required something to distract me.

  GINA

  The time came and it was two weeks before Melissa's wedding. Even though the official wedding events were not happening until the following week, Melissa wanted to meet up and introduce me to her fiancé and to catch up. I was very nervous because I had to keep my secret from them throughout the entire conversation and wedding week, and that is what catching up meant. Then I felt very awkward and not confident at all because Melissa had finished college and was marrying a very rich New York banker while I was struggling in a low paying job. What was worse was that I would have to lie about my son, as everyone knew that I had a three-year-old child, but no one knew who the father was. That was something that I had to lie about, I would be burying myself in lies and in feelings of defeat that I did not have a successful life and everyone else around me did.