The Billionaire's Love Game

Manfred Valderrama POV “Thank you for coming with me today.” Tamara smiles warmly as we step out of the private hospital, and walk toward the car I had sent to pick her up this morning. “Here, you can keep this one.” She hands me one of the black and white photographs the sonographer printed out for us, and when I look down at the grainy image in my hand, I can’t help smiling at it. A Valderrama heir, a chance for me to do things so differently. This was not the way I planned on becoming a father, but fate had other plans, and who the fuck am I to argue with fate? “I’ll have my driver take you home.” I look into the pretty, hazel eyes of the woman, who will bring my child into the world, and wonder if I’ll ever be able to love her. Tamara is attractive and kind, she knows how to satisfy a man, which is exactly what got us into this situation. But will it be enough? It will have to be. I wasn’t raised among love, my mother never really paid me much attention as a child. I was broug

Manfred Valderrama POV I sit at the breakfast table waiting for the door to open and when it does, one of my guards drags Villafuerte’s feisty daughter into my dining room. She struggles against him and I get a strange satisfaction from the fact she immediately pauses when she sees me. I still haven’t permitted her any clothes, just clean, black lace underwear which I think compliments her golden skin tone. It also makes me decide I don’t like the way Ludo’s hands look on her. “Release her,” I order, watching as the girl studies the space around her, appearing overwhelmed. I’m not stupid enough to buy it though, The grandeur of my dining hall won’t be something Amara is unfamiliar with, her father is a very rich man, and she will be used to these kinds of luxuries. What I predict is that she’s getting her bearings, and looking for an escape route, one that she won’t find. I’ve got this place locked down like fucking Alcatraz. “Join me.” I gesture my hand to the space that's been la

Manfred Valderrama POV I stare at the girl and wonder what's going through her mind. My cock is still hard and seated deep inside her warm pussy, and there seems nothing more satisfying than knowing she’s full of me. What's happening to me isn’t healthy. She is making me weak, but it appears that her lack of resistance is helping my plans go smoothly so there is little I will do about it. “Manfred.” I give her my name because I’ve decided I’d like to hear her say it. “What?” She looks back at me with confusion on her face. “I thought you should know the name of the man whose child you will carry.” My fingers trace over her flat stomach and the thought of it swelling keeps my cock hard inside her. “I want to know why—” “Shhhh.” I place a finger over her lips to silence her. “I won’t tell you why, so don’t ask.” I don’t know why I feel the need to keep it a secret from her. Maybe, I want to spare the girl from having to know what a cunt her father really is, or perhaps the fact th

Amara Villafuerte POV Manfred wasn’t wrong when he said we would be trying harder. I’ve been sleeping in this room for four days now and every day he has come to me more than once. Tonight is his third time visiting me today, and as he pulls out of me and positions another cushion under my hips, he lays down beside me and catches his breath. “Have you thought about what’s going to happen when this baby gets here?” I ask, talking as if one already exists. I spend a lot of time by myself these days and it’s given me the opportunity to think about all this. My father is not a forgiving man. If he finds out where I am, he will not allow Manfred to keep me, or my child. Manfred doesn’t answer my question, he just sighs as he stares at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. I like that he doesn’t rush off after fucking me, anymore. The time we spend like this may be short but I enjoy it, even if it is always silent. “My father will eventually find out where I am, and when he does he w

Amara Villafuerte POV I wake up, shocked to find Manfred beside me. His arms are wrapped tightly around my body, clutching to me as if he’s worried I’ll run away. The scary thing about all this is the fact I know I won’t. I slowly untangle myself and get out of bed so I can use the toilet and when I open the curtains I notice a black bag on the floor behind them. Taking a peek inside I see what looks like a balled-up suit, and a pair of black leather gloves. I have no idea why they are here but I leave them where I found them so I can head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth before I go back to him, and when I step through the door his eyes are open and staring at me like I’m in trouble. “What did I do?” I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing. I’m allowed to look at you, aren’t I?” He raises his eyebrows as I slowly move towards him and climb back onto the bed. “I don’t know, you make the rules. Are you?” I tease, straddling his body with mine. When he reaches his hand up to frame my cheek