Sneak Peek for Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé
LAYLA
Three Years Before
I can hear the distant sound of music in the background as we spill out of the cab, laughter mingling with Milan’s vibrant hum. Tonight is a night of celebration – my moment.
We are celebrating the launch of my new business.
"Layla, you’ve got to loosen up tonight," Giana, my best friend, chides playfully, linking her arm through mine. "No work talk. Just fun. Promise?"
I glance down at my phone, my fingers hovering over the email app. “I just need to approve this final design…”
Giana laughs, rolling her eyes and lunges to grab my phone.
“Hey!” I shoot her a glare, moving away from her reach. “I need to send this last email.”
“Layla…”
“Okay, okay,” I say, putting my phone away, though my mind flits to the intricacies of my latest designs, the ones I hope to see on the runways of Milan someday. But Giana is right. Tonight isn't about work, it's about enjoying the fruits of that labor.
As we step into the club, thoughts of work gently fly out the window. The beat of the music envelops us, a steady thrum that matches the adrenaline coursing through my body.
“This place is packed,” I lean over to whisper in Giana’s ear.
“Mhmmm,”she grins, “That’s how you know it’s the place to be.”
We find a spot near the bar, and as we settle in, Giana leans close again, her voice barely audible over the music and I strain to make out what she is saying.
"See that guy over there?" She nods towards a group of men. There is one that stands out. "That's Valentino Marchetti."
He’s undeniably attractive. Tall, with a chiseled jawline and dark eyes that seem to hold secrets.
“Oh, right,” I try to come across as uninterested, but my curiosity has been piqued.
Of course I already know who he is. Valentino Marchetti, one of the most eligible bachelors in town, is a notorious player with a fortune to match his charm. Even I know he’s bad news, no matter how nice he looks.
Giana has already moved on, rambling on some other random guy now. I try to focus on the conversation, but my eyes keep straying back to him. He's magnetic, drawing attention without trying. When our gazes finally meet, it's like a spark ignites. He smirks, a slow, knowing curve of his lips, and I quickly look away, heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Layla, are you okay?" Giana asks, nudging me with a teasing smile. "Caught you staring."
I laugh it off, though my mind is spinning. "Just admiring the scenery."
As the night wears on, I force myself to relax, to enjoy the celebration. But Valentino is never far from my thoughts. At one point, I head to the bar to get a drink, needing a moment to compose myself. The bartender slides a glass towards me, and I take a sip, the cool liquid a welcome distraction.
"Not enjoying the party?"
I turn, and there he is. Looking even more handsome up close. He leans against the bar, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Just needed a break," I reply, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest.
He smiles, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A woman like you shouldn’t be standing here alone."
I laugh softly, shaking my head. "I can handle myself."
"Oh, I have no doubt about that," he says, his tone playful yet serious. "But perhaps I could offer some company?"
I shift my my weight on one leg, as though this is completely normal.
Cool, calm and collected. That is what I wanted to come across as.
“Sure.”
But on the inside, I’m freaking out. This gorgeous man, he’s talking to me? I hastily move a strayhair away from my face.
He gestures to the bartender to bring us a drink. Bubbly champagne. Very classy. When it arrives, he clinks both of our glasses together.
“To a night out, and meeting gorgeous strangers,” he winks before taking a sip.
“Stranger?” I follow his lead, feigning offense. “Here I thought we were hitting it off.”
“I don’t know your name yet.”
“Layla,” I grin, extending my hand out to him. He takes it, and places a small kiss on top of it. I try – and fail – to hide the blush that forms on my cheeks.
“Valentino,” he tells me, as if I don’t already know who he is. Let’s be real – everyone knows him.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“ Trust me, ” he looks at me with a gaze so intense that I nearly melt on the spot, “the pleasure is all mine.”
He’s trouble, alright.
Despite my better judgment, I find myself enjoying his attention.
"So, what brings you to Milan?" Valentino asks, leaning closer.
“I'm here to celebrate the launch of my new business. A fashion line."
His eyes light up with genuine interest. "That's impressive. Tell me more about it."
“Really?” my tone betrays the surprise I feel.
“I like hearing about the stuff people are passionate about,” he chuckles, taking another sip of his drink, “besides, it's refreshing to meet someone so passionate and driven. Most people I meet are just looking for the next party."
I laugh softly. "Well, I'm not exactly the party type. Tonight is an exception."
"And I'm glad for that exception," he replies with a grin. He stares at me for a moment, as though he is trying to make up his mind about something, and then he leans over to whisper in my ear, “But the music isa bit loud here for my liking. How about we continue this conversation somewhere more… private?”
Every rational thought tells me to decline, but the part of me that's spent years buried in work, that's never taken a risk, wants to say yes. Just this once.
Come on, Layla. Live a little. It's just a night.
I take a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Okay.”
The next few moments pass by in a flash. Car, elevator, keys being turned, and then we are finally in his apartment. As the door closes behind me, we’re finally left alone for the first time tonight.
“Isn’t this so much better?” he grins before walking over to the breakfast bar in the open kitchen. “Pinot noir or Chardonnay?”
I tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear, following him. “You always offer wines that fancy to girls that you bring back?”
He grins, “I’ll take that you want the Pinot noir.”
He directs us to the couch, and we both settle down. He’s sitting close enough that I smell his cologne – it’s clean and fresh with a hint of something woodsy underneath. The scent is subtle, but it lingers in the air between us, mixing with the warmth of the room. I bite down on my lip.
“I was going to at least try and have a conversation,” he sets the glass down on the table in front of us, “but it’s impossible when you do that.”
I look up at him, surprised. “Do what?”
“That…”he pauses, moving just a bit closer to me, “that thing you are doing with your lip. Biting down on it. It’s…”
“Distracting?” my eyes light up, mischievously. “Are you that easy to fold? All I need to is…”I bite down on my lip again, making it a point to be sultry about it, “and you’re done?”
He chuckles, but his eyes darken. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.”
The way he says those words immediately makes heat rush between my legs. I cross them, and clear my throat. “Who said you needed to?”
He’s moved closer to me now, and the back of his hand lightly grazes my thigh. I close my eyes at the contact, keeping very still.
“Do you want me to?” his voice is husky.
I don’t respond with words. Instead, I just turn my face to him and our lips crash together. He pulls me close to him, grabbing the side of my waist. And then, he bites my lip.
“ Fuck. I've been wanting to do that all night,” he growls into my ear.
Our lips crash together, and immediately his hands fly to my waist, his fingers gripping the fabric of my dress to pull me closer to him. I can feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my dress, and my hands go on their own little pursuit, drawing circles in his back before digging my nails into his skin. His muscles tense underneath my fingers, and our breathing grows ragged.
Pressed so close together, I can hear his heartbeat– frantic, just like our kiss.
I haven’t been kissed like this in years.
He pulls away from my mouth, and I’m about to protest when his lips begin to trail down my neck, and his hand firmly grips my thigh.
I open my legs, giving him confirmation enough to continue whatever he’s doing. It feels too good to stop now.
“Eager, are we?” he smirks.
“Let’s just say that it’s been a while for me…” I blurt out, embarrassed by my own honesty.
The only pleasure I've gotten over the past few years is from my ten inch friend with batteries.
His eyes darken. “We need to fix that right away.”
I watch him, mouth slightly agape and eyelids hooded as he slides his hand under my skirt. His palms graze my thigh before slowly inching upwards until I feel his fingers draw little circles through the fabric of my panties.
“V-Valentino,” a low moan escapes my lips as one of his fingers dips inside my panties and then me.
“You’re so wet,” he’s looking straight at me as he says the words. “Tell me you like this. I want to hear you moan louder.”
“I want…” I breathe out, grinding myself against his hand, “more.”
I’m too far gone in my haze of lust to care about whether this is a good idea or not.
“More?”
“Mhmm,”I can only manage to let out a strangled moan.
“Being greedy now, are we?”
I look back at him, feeling like putty in his hands. And he smirks at me.
God dammit.
It’s like he’s enjoying teasing me like this.
“If you don’t do it, I’ll have to do it mys–” my words get cut short as he slides another finger inside of me.
Finally.
I clench my walls against his fingers, which are relentlessly moving in and out of me. He’s no longer gentle, and I throw my head back at the sensation.
“Tellme you wanted this,” he growls. There’s something so possessive – so commanding– about the way that he speaks that I feel like I can cum just from his words alone. “You wanted me to have you like this, didn’t you.”
“I… oh my god, I am going to cum.”
“Not yet.”
My eyes fly open as he abruptly pulls his fingers out of me, and I’m left staring at him in a confused, horny haze that feels all-encompassing at this point.
“I want you to cum on my dick,” he completes his sentence, and immediately, my eyes dip down the sizable bulge in the front of his wants.
So direct. Heat pools between my legs, and I keel over, my hands frantically undoing the button on his pants before sliding them down, and then his boxers.
“Fuck, ”the words leave my mouth before I have a chance to stop them at the sight of his large cock springing out in front of my face.
His hands go knot themselves in my hair, making me look up at him. “Like what you see?”
“Mhm.”
“No need to be shy, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
He’s so cocky – you can just tell that he’s never had any problems being with women in situations like this. It brings out a competitive side to me – a side that wants to show him the best night of his life.
I’m not going to be just another conquest for Valentino. I’m going to give him a night that he never forgets.
I tease the tip of his erection with my tongue, and look up at him. Our gaze locks and I give him a torturously slow lick alongside the head of his dick. I feel his cock twitch beneath my tongue.
Two can play at this game.
His fingers knot themselves in my hair again, and I wonder if he’s going to shove his cock in my mouth. The thought alone sends a gushing sensation to my pussy, but he does something that surprises me.
He gently pulls me up, and plants a kiss on my lips. “As much as I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, there’s something we need to do first.”
Pushing me onto the sofa so that I’m lying on my back now, he begins to peel off my dress until it's a pool of linen on his floor. “Open your legs. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to… come here,” my cheeks burn.
“Mhm, ”he slides himself between my legs so that he is now hovering over me. “Is that all, baby?”
His mouth goes to my neck, and one of his hands slides over to my pussy. I feel his erection pressing against my thigh as he rubs me between my legs.
“N-no…”
“Use your words, baby. I could do this all night, but we both know that we could be doing something else entirely…” he wets his finger with his saliva before reaching down and spreading it all across my folds.
“Fine, okay! Fuck… me.”
“Mmm, louder baby. I didn’t hear you.”
“Fuck me,” I scream, and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face.
“Good girl.”
He positions his cock against my entrance and looks me straight in the eyes before slowly entering me.
Oh my god.
All bets are now off. His girth fills me up, eliciting a small yelp from my lips asI adjust to him. It hurts – but I’d take this sort of hurt any day.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he thrusts in me, his mouth sinking to my ear. “I’ll make you get used to it, baby.”
Even though we’re already naked, and he’s literally inside of me – it’s this comment that makes me blush the hardest.
Make me get used to it.
I grind my hips up, but he pushes me back down, maintaining control of the pace. “I know you want me to fuck you harder, but we’re going to take it slow at first.”
I trail my nails down his broad back, feeling myself get swept away by the pleasure. It’s so unlike any of the one-night stand stories Gianna talks about. Usually, any man she meets at the club would be jackhammering away the moment they start to have sex.
Not him. He’s tuning himself to my body, making me get used to his length before he loses control.
My pussy clenches against his cock, and I bite his shoulder.
“Is that how you want to play?” he smirks. “Careful what you wish for.”
Suddenly, one of his hands fly to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair and he begins to thrust harder.
“Oh, my – fuck. ”
“Is this how you want me to fuck you?” he growls into my ear, beads of perspiration rolling down his face. “You should have asked, baby. I would have had you bent over in front of the bathroom mirror in the party.”
“Valentino—”
I can barely form words – everything is being reduced to a dizzying blur around me, all that matters is the way he’s filling me up and taking control of my body like he’s known it all his life.
“Would you have liked that?” he continues. “I would have done it in a flash.”
“Y-yes, ”I moan, feeling close to my own release. He tugs on my hair again, and when I reach my hand down to rub my clit, he stops me.
“I am the only one who gets to pleasure you tonight.”
Fuck.
That does it.
My walls clench around him, and moans rip from my throat.
“ Cum for me, baby.”
And that, I did. Again, and again, and again that night.
I wake up the next morning, disturbed by the soft light filtering in through the window. The space next to me is empty.
9:43 A.M.
“I overslept,” I shoot upwards in bed. My clothes are scattered across the floor, and I hastily scramble to dress myself again.
Why is it not as fun as putting your clothes back on as it is taking them off? Memories from last night flood my thoughts, leaving behind a ghost of blush in their wake.
But as fun as it was, I need to get out of here. If I’m lucky, I won’t have to run into Valentino either.
Light on my feet, I tip-toe out of the room and almost make it to the front door when I hear his voice. He’s talking on the phone in the kitchen, back turned towards me. I pause, curiosity getting the better of me.
"Yeah, she tried to trap him with a kid for his money. Can you believe it?" He sounds frustrated. "I’d never let a woman have that type of hold on me."
The words hit me like a cold slap. I lean against the wall, my heart pounding. He's not talking about me, but it’s a reminder of the world he inhabits—a world I don’t belong to. A world I don’t want to be a part of.
“Not my problem,” muttering under my breath before slipping out of his apartment.
Last night was fun. But there’s nothing else that can come out of this.
Out of sight and out of mind.