AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) (4 page)

Chapter 7

              Sunday, Regina spent the morning picking out what she thought I would look best in for our movie date with Mitchell. She went through half the clothes in my closet before settling on an ankle-length black maxi dress with a red denim jacket. I wore my hair down and loosely curled.               She wore her favorite jeans and a nice shirt with her winter jacket. She brushed her hair into two nice puffs with ribbon on each.

              We had a snack before we walked to the theater, so we wouldn’t be hungry there. As we walked she asked me questions about Mitch, but there was only so much I could tell her besides what he seemed to like to order.

              “I don’t think he will mind if you want to ask him questions and get to know him,” I said as we approached the theater.

              “Well, I can’t ask him much during the movie,” she said.

              “You have before the movie, the walk to Mrs. Franklin’s, and dinner,” I replied.

              “It’s okay. I have narrowed it down to the three most important questions. His answers will tell me all I need to know,” she said.

              “And, what are the three questions that are so all-telling,” I asked.

              “Well first, what is his favorite movie and why. If it’s character related, I figure he cares about people, since he took the time to notice. You’d like that. If it is plot driven, he’s a thinker. I’ll like that. Anything else, he’s at the hands of fate.”

              “Okay, what is the second?” I asked.

              “I’ll ask what his usual tip is when he goes out. I want to see how much of an exception he is making for you and if he is generally nice anyway,” she said.

              “That’s clever. What is the last question?” I said.

              She had apparently given my love life and Mitchell a lot of thought.

              “Easy. I will ask if he loves you,” she said nonchalantly.

              “Isn’t it a little soon for that?” I asked.

              “Not really. You and Daddy knew when you first met, and you were three. You two are grown and have had almost two weeks. Some things you just know,” she said.

              We reached the theater and Mitchell was already there waiting. He had a rose for me and a small bouquet of miniature roses for Regina. She thanked him as he handed them to her and introduced himself. She admired them a moment, then shook his hand.

              “So, what are we seeing today?” she asked.

              “I thought you could pick. If what you want doesn’t start for a while, we can entertain ourselves in the arcade,” he relied.

              “Sounds good. I like that you plan loosely. Prepared, but with room for structured spontaneity,” she replied.

              “Did I forget to mention that she is eleven going on thirty-five? Anyway, Mrs. Franklin is serving dinner at 6, so we have time,” I said.

              “Well, I don’t know how you feel about rating limits, but there are a few good movies out that are PG and PG13 that I think we could all enjoy,” he said.

              We looked at the marquee and made our selection. Mitchell insisted on getting us some kind of snack. Regina and I each accepted a drink, and she got candy as well. He got candy and popcorn to share, along with a drink for himself.

              Regina sat in the middle during the previews. She whispered back and forth with him throughout the beginning of the movie. I assumed she was getting her questions out early on.

              Halfway through the movie, she said she needed to go to the restroom, so she and I went together while Mitch held all the snacks.

              “What was all that about during the previews?” I asked.

              “Well, he did okay at the introductions, so I figured I would just jump right in with what I wanted to know,” she said.

              She came out of the stall and washed her hands.

              “And?” I asked.

              “And the date will continue. He had two good answers and one I’m on the fence about,” she said.

              “Which question was that?” I asked.

              “We’re missing the movie,” she said.

              When we returned to our seats, she let me sit in the middle.

Chapter 8

              The walk to Mrs. Franklin’s was pleasant. We had all enjoyed the movie. The three of us talked about other movies we liked and Mitch named a few things coming out he would like to take us to see. He and Regina seemed to hit it off.

              Once we reached our building, we walked up to Mrs. Franklin’s apartment. It was just down the hall from ours.

              “Her we are, 3G. We live there,” I gestured, “in 3B.”

              He nodded, “seems comfortable. Every house is more about the family it’s filled with, right?”

              “True,” I replied.

              “Momma just wanted to leave behind the ghosts of our old building,” Regina said, entering Mrs. Franklin’s after two loud knocks on the door.

              “Hi, Mrs. Franklin. This is Mitch,” she said, tilting her head back in his direction. “He seems okay. His taste in movies is a little hit or miss, but otherwise he’s good.”

              She left her shoes at the door and hung her jacket. Then she went to kiss Mrs. Franklin’s cheek, And I did the same. Mitchell left his shoes and jacket, then shook Mrs. Franklin’s hand.

              “You have a very nice home. I love all the family photos you’ve decorated with, and it smells like you’ve been cooking something really good,” he said.

              “Well, thank you,” she said genuinely.

              You could never go wrong complimenting Mrs. Franklin. The way to her heart was through her sweet tooth and her vanity. She was a good woman, though. She just like to have it recognized.

              You could also remember to not interrupt a good nap and she’d be pleased.

              The meal was ready, so she led the way to the table after a little small talk. We passed dishes, fixing our plates. Before we started she said grace, then took a bite and said “amen” to the food and the blessing all at once.

              We joined her eating and were quickly in agreement.

              “So, D’vinity says you are in construction?” Mrs. Franklin asked.

              “Yes, I own a company that builds business structures,” he replied simply.

              “I’ll bet that is lucrative,” she said

              “Mrs. Franklin,” I chided.

              “I’m old. If I want to know, I have to ask quickly in case I can’t later,” she quipped.

              “She’s fine. I prefer people to be frank. I can tell already I’m going to enjoy you Mrs. Franklin. You too, Regina,” he said, laughing.

              We all laughed a bit.

              “And, yes. It is quite lucrative. I started doing construction at eighteen and started my own business at twenty-four. At twenty-nine we transitioned strictly to commercial accounts. There are DCCs in three northeast states now, and we also own our own supply companies,” he said as he ate, as if this were normal conversation.

              “You must be a millionaire,” Mrs. Franklin said.

              “Actually, my last financial statement reflects a transition to billionaire status. I try not to think about it, though. I want to continue living my normal life. People get complacent and become mean, and stop seeing improvement,” he said.

              “Well, your taste in movies is still on the fence, but you have good taste in people since you like my mom. I guess the rest is a bonus,” said Regina.

              I was the only one not saying anything.

              As we continued to eat, I listed and they talked. I tried to figure out Mitchell, his interest in me, and the responses he could have had to Regina’s questions for her to have taken such an interest in him.

              Mrs. Franklin set Regina about clearing the table then she turned to Mitchell and me.

              “You two are free to go now,” she said.

              “What?” I asked.

              “Go, your first date. You two should spend part of it alone. Go for a walk or get dessert or something,” she said.

              She got up and began handing us our things to get out the door. Then she pulled me in for a hug.

              “I had Regina bring some clothes over here while you were at work yesterday. She is going to spend the night and I will get her off to school,” she whispered.

              “Mrs. Franklin,” I whispered, a bit more loudly.

              “Bye, see you two later!” she said shoving me into Mitch’s arms and closing the door.

Chapter 9

              We walked around for a little while and decided to get ice cream cones. We sat on a bench as we ate.

              “So, you got plain vanilla?” he asked.

              “Yeah, butter pecan and cookies and cream are probably my two favorites, but there is always going to be something about classic vanilla. I don’t know, I guess I just like simple things,” I said. “Besides, you got a scoop of chocolate, a scoop of vanilla, and some sprinkles.”

              We both laughed.

              “Yeah, I keep it pretty simple. Chocolate has a really rich flavor, so the vanilla and chocolate really balance each other. The sprinkles are just fun,” he said with a shrug.

              We licked our ice cream and I looked at him a moment as his tongue worked around his.

              He really was a good piece of eye candy. I imagined he didn’t actually do any of the construction work now that he had done so well for himself, but his body was still in great condition.

              I’m not sure what face I was making as I was thinking, or if I was still looking in his direction, because I was shaken from my thoughts by him kissing me.

              A long, long kiss.

              “Well, that’s nice,” I said when our lips parted.

              “Sorry,” he said.

              “Don’t be. I liked that,” I said.

              “I like you,” he replied.

              We finished our ice cream and began the walk back to my apartment. He held my hand on the way and told me about the history of the construction of a few buildings we passed. I told him a little of my history at a few buildings we passed.

              “So, a lot of your stories involve King.Was he Regina’s father?” he asked as we neared my block.

              I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back. As we walked I put my hands in my jacket pockets instead.

              “Kingston and I had been an item since he first held my hand when we were three,” I began. “When we were five, he kissed me on the nose. At fourteen I really kissed him for the first time under the streetlight at the bottom of our complex. He was the boy next door, my best friend, and then my husband as soon as we turned eighteen. Regina was born not quite a year later.”

              “Childhood romance that was actually the real thing. That’s nice,” he said genuinely.

“It was,” I agreed. “Our parents didn’t mind when we wanted to get married right out of high school. We had goals and were going places. We both were working toward a degree online. I worked days, he worked nights, we didn’t want for anything, and were able to lend money as needed within the family. Regina had both her parents and we had each other, so everything was as good as someone like me could dream. We were saving to get out of the hood.”

I led our walk and we made the lap once around the block where I showed him my old apartment building.

              “Well, it seems like you are doing okay on your own with Regina, and Mrs. Franklin seems helpful,” he said.

I shook my head.

“It’s been six years since he died,” I told him. “I live in the same hood, just a different building. I don’t go to the back of the block, because that’s where my parents, my husband, and his mother’s memory live for me.”

“Well, you seem willing to make new memories, and I would love to be in a few of them,” he said.

Something about the way he looked at me made something move in me that I had not felt in a long time. He placed a hand to my cheek. Then he kissed me again.

I put my arms around him tightly and returned the kiss. It reignited a warmth that had been cooling for six years. With New York winter all around, I suddenly felt like I was bathing in California sun. When we pulled apart I realized we were under the streetlight.

Chapter 10

              When we reached the door he leaned to kiss me good night. I took a look down to Mrs. Franklin’s. Regina was there for the night. She also seemed to approve of my getting to know Mitchell better.

              “Would you like to come in?” I asked.

              “Sure, I would like that,” Mitchell said.

              I nodded and turned to unlock the door.

              “I can make us some coffee. Relax and have a seat,” I encouraged.

              I excused myself to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I went to my room momentarily to toss the clothes Regina and I had gone through but not chosen in the closet.

              As I returned to the kitchen, the pot was about halfway done.

              I went through the cupboards looking for something I could serve with the coffee and remembered Mrs. Franklin had sent over one of the sweet breads she baked. Regina and I hadn’t been home to eat it. This time it was apple walnut. I sliced some off and warmed it in the microwave a few seconds. Then I put it on a TV tray with the coffee.

              “That smells great,” he said,

              I sat the tray on the coffee table in front of us and handed him coffee. I didn’t really want anything, now that it was ready.

              Well, I realized I wanted one thing.

              When Mitchell took the mug from his lips, I leaned over and kissed him again. That was all the invitation he needed.

              As if he had been waiting for a cue from me he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me into his lap. We kissed and made out with me straddling him until both our hair was a mess and his shirt was unbuttoned and his buckle and pants were unfastened.

              “Let’s go to my room,” I said, breathing heavily.

              “Whatever you want,” he replied standing to follow me.

              I took his hand and led the way. Once we were there, I faced him and kissed him again. He wrapped his hands under my thighs and lifted me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He laid me back on the bed and stayed on top of me.

              “I’ll be honest; it’s been six years, and I’ve only ever slept with my husband,” I said.

              “Eight months, only six partners before you, and you are the first who is black. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel like seven may be it for me,” he said.

              He kissed me more deeply and groaned, rolling his body into mine. It seemed like we couldn’t get the rest of our clothes off fast enough. As soon as his pants were off and my underwear was out of the way I felt every inch of him rubbing against me, already hard and wanting. I moaned and ground myself against him, wanting him just as badly.

              “This is probably going to hurt,” he said.

              “Yeah, it’s been a while,” I said.

              “Among other reasons,” he said, giving one long stroke against me. I looked down to actually see what he was working with.

              “Oh, I see,” I said, surprised.

              His dick was definitely something to be reckoned with. Long and thick barely described it.

              “We can go slowly,” he said.

              “No,” I said, not wanting to change my mind.

              I arched my back and rolled my hips against him, assuring him that I wanted this. It only made me wetter, especially now knowing what I was in for. As soon as I felt him in the right spot I pushed myself against him, sending the tip of his head into me.

              It caught him off guard and he groaned in surprise and pleasure. I continued to rock my body up and down against him, slowly wedging him deeper. It was a challenging, tight fit. I couldn’t remember King being so snug.

              I began making a small “oomph” sound with each motion, which turned into a steady moan. He wrapped his arms around and beneath me and began making longer strokes, bringing himself fully into me.

              We didn’t slow down. We didn’t take it easy. My body badly missed making love, and was enjoying experiencing Mitchell. I pulled him closer to me, clutching him to my breast, and his hips rocked harder and deeper. With each move we both breathed harder and moaned louder.

              Before long I was cumming.

              Mitch was not stopping.

              He worked his body harder and more passionately, continuing his long strokes. Then I suddenly felt him slam his hips hard into me. He began to stay close and grind himself against me quickly. I did the same, bouncing against his cock. He tilted his head down, kissing my breasts as they smashed and bounced between us.

              He continued making love with me this way until I was asleep, dreaming about the experience.

              The next morning I naturally woke for work, but with pleasant company beside me. I remembered that Regina would be leaving from school for Mrs. Franklin’s. I rolled on top of Mitchell for one last bit of pleasure before my day began.