Pregnant and Abandoned but the Billionaire to the Rescue

Phoebe went out and was going to call one of her numerous lovers but as she walked, a young man made cat calling noises at her. She did not feel insulted but waited, till the young man walked up to her.

'What is the problem young man?' she asked.

The man looked at her and loved the sight before his eye. She had not really taken off her dress and it was daring.

'You are lovely', he said.

'What are you going to do about it?' she asked.

'Well, would you like to go off some place with me?'

'Do you have any place in mind?'

'Not exactly. But the situation can be remedied'. he said smiling lasciviously.

Phoebe normally didn't do that but since they were just a stone throw from her house, she decided to take him to her apartment. She was already wet. The feeling of anger and frustration, fuelling her desire.

'I have a better idea. Come!'

The man followed her obediently and in less than two minutes, they were inside Phoebe's apartment.

The young man kicked the door shut and tore her dress off her body. She was oblivious to the fact that her expensive dress was ruined. She could not control her desires any more than he could. They kissed fiercely, as she also tote off his clothes, his shirt missing lots of button as they tore at each other.

They barely made it to the bedroom before he threw her into the bed and in one quick impatient thrust, drove his cock into her.

The feeling of being stretched filled her with pleasure and she moaned.

His thrust were violent and hard. Just the way she wanted it. She responded just as violently. Moving her waist and hips to his swift movements and soon, they both went over the edge as he spurted his fluid inside her with a deep throated groan and she screamed as she climaxed.

They rolled off each other, breathing heavily. But their breathing gradually slowed.

Phoebe felt a bit better. She felt that she had exerted her revenge on Jason for not wanting her enough to have a permanent relationship with her but not just yet. She was going to ask the young man to leave but she thought why not allow him spend the night with her?

As though he could read her thoughts, his hands were already stroking her breasts, then his lips took one nipple after another and she found that her body was already responding.

Was it because he was a stranger and they may never see each other again? She did not waste her time trying to justify her response or what was happening. She allowed herself to enjoy what this stranger was doing to her. At least it was giving her an escape though temporary from her worries.

Afterwards, they felt hungry and she put a little thing together for them to eat.

The man stood and started putting his clothes on.

'What are you doing?'

'What does it look like sugar? I am preparing to go home' he said.

'Won't you spend the night?

'Would you like that?' he said raising his eyebrows questioningly.

'Would I ask if I wouldn't?'

He pulled off his clothes again and sat down.

'What's your name sugar?'

'I believe it is better if we do not know each other's names', she said suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

The young man reminded her of Richard and she was just beginning to see that and she was feeling drawn to him and she had to admit that she had enjoyed being with him much more than she cared to admit.

She did not want to feel tender towards any man ever again. She just wanted to use them to satisfy her needs financial, basic and otherwise.

She felt that she might be making a mistake to allow him stay the night but she had already offered and the offer had been accepted going by the way the man had relaxed back into the chair.

He was not really handsome but he had striking blue eyes, that darkened when he was aroused.

His body was string and lean and he knew how to satisfy her which was very important to her. It would have been a waste of time if he had turned out to be one of those men who penetrate a woman and satisfy themselves without making any impact on the woman in terms of giving her pleasure. Or getting her to the ultimate goal of the intercourse, leaving the woman feeling used and frustrated.

'That's okay but we are no longer strangers if you ask me because we'll, you brought me into your house and not in some random place. So, knowing each other's names' is really not a big deal if I already know your house, now is it? I do not care one way or the other but it is really childish after all these'. he said looking at her like someone who was secretly amused.

'Then let us leave our names out of it, okay?'

'Okay okay, as you wish sugar'.

She detested him calling her 'Sugar' but since she was not willing to tell him her new, she decided to endure it. Afterall it was just for the night.

That night was an orgy. They mated as though they would never mate with each other or with anyone ever again and slept at last.

Phoebe was so worn out that she slept like someone who had passed out.

When she woke it was already morning, the sun streaming in through the blinds.

She stretched and jumped. How could she have slept this late. She had intended to wake the man and send him on his way before dawn. She didn't want any of her neighbours seeing him. She looked at the side of the bed he had slept in but he was not there.

She thought he must have gone to the kitchen or the washroom or anywhere but when she went into all these places and still did not see him and his clothes were missing, she knew that he must have left.

She was grateful to him for being so tactful. He had really saved her the trouble of sending him away.

She got up and washed up.Got her coffee ready and got ready to go out.

With the money she had been gathering, she had opened a salon where she sold cosmetics as well but she did not stay there as often as she ought. She got two people to stay there for her while she went round with her male friends and her plots to get Jason to propose to her.