BOMBSHELL (19 page)

“I, uh, didn’t want to leave things the way we did,” I said.

He moved out of the door, to let me in. That was good. He shut the door, but made no other movements.

“I see you relieved Larry of his duties,” he quipped.

“I never asked for Larry, Joshua. You insisted and if you think I want money or trying to extort something from you, I can assure you I am not and will start by returning everything you’ve ever given me back, starting with Larry.”

“Fuck, Samantha, I didn’t mean that shit.” He took a step towards me. “I know, I was hurt by your words and lashed out.”

“I’m a firm believer in the things we say in the heat of the moment are the things we truly feel. A drunk man don’t tell no lies.”

He shook his head. “I have never thought you wanted me because of who I am. Not once. I never did, I was just angry and trying to hurt you back.”

“Well, it worked Joshua. I couldn’t believe you said those things to me. I can’t even believe I’m here.”

“I’m glad you are here, I would have come over, if I didn’t think you might taser me.”

“Joshua, look, I’m sorry okay.” I threw up my hands. “That whole love conversation got me all wound up. I’ve never been in love with anyone before.” I looked at him. “I do think I’m falling in love with you though, but I’m scared of what that means. Now this,” I point to my stomach, “I’m confused.”

He wrapped me in his arms and whispered in my ear. “Babe, I know. I’m here for you, so we go through this together. Okay? Not alone, we are a unit, alright?”

“Yes,” I muffled in his chest.

He let me go and guided me to the couch. He sat down and had me sit on his lap. I guess this is how our conversation would go.

“I’ve already let you know how I feel. Now how do you feel?” he started.

“I feel like I’m not ready for my life to make this drastic change right now. Not that I don’t want children, I do, but I feel like you and I are just starting and being this new and bringing a child into the world could seriously complicate things. With that being said, I’m also a little excited about being a mother, I just didn’t anticipate it being this soon.”

He listened and nodded his head.

“You feel like we are new, but does it feel new to you. Don’t look at the months we’ve been together, look at just us on the canvas, how long does it feel?”

I looked him in the eyes and said, “It feels like years, honestly.”

He nodded his head again, “So, let’s remove that off the table. You and I aren’t new, we’re just us. Now, what else is left on the table? Your life would change, how so?”

“I’ve started a business, I need to be there to maintain that. Not just for me, but my employees. They rely on me. I’m scheduled to do a lot of traveling to boost the business. I’ve put that on hold for the Stark project and now I’d have to put that on hold for the baby and I’ll be out of commission for at least three years.”

“Why three years? You want to be a stay-at-home mom?” he asked.

“No, I don’t, but Joshua, having a baby is expensive. He won’t be talking to the point of understanding to at least three.”

“What’s wrong with a baby sitter? Are you opposed to that?”

“No, but do you know how much baby sitters cost? I’d have to give up my apartment. That’s how expensive they are. My family lives in Florida, so I don’t have the luxury to have that support.”

“Have you even considered my contribution in this?” he looked hurt.

“I’m sorry Joshua, but I don’t want to rely on it. It’s not personal, it’s just my way.”

“I see. Okay, well let me tell you how this will go. Since your way doesn’t include me and that’s my seed you are carrying. You will work until you can’t or the doctor or I put you on bed rest. Then you’ll have the baby and be out for 3-6 months. If you want to go back to work you can, but Vicki can run the business for a few months without you and Kelly International will help if needed. Craig likes you and will do right by you and me. You’ll return back to work and I’ll build a day care center in your building and mine, so that we can see our angel whenever we want. Therefore that will be covered. It’ll be a great incentive for your employees and mine to work for a company that will provide babysitting. You can move in with me to offset costs, but anything my child needs, I will provide, so you won’t be impacted financially in anyway. You could take me for child support if you deem necessary, but I think you know that I’ll do right by you and my child.”

“I want you with me. I want us to live together, get married and maybe this means we’ll have that house in the suburbs sooner rather than later. All of this is okay with me. What is not okay with me is you trying to do this by yourself and cutting me out. I’m telling you now Samantha, I won’t have that shit.”

I gathered his face in my hands and asked, “What did I get into, when I hooked up with you?”

“Safety and security,” he said solemnly, “and love.”

I kissed him chastely on the lips. “Let me sleep on it, Joshua.”

“Alright, but we sleep together.”

SAMANTHA:

I really needed to stop thinking about what other people might think. I’m not sure how I’ve lived my life with this mantra. Joshua was right, even though it had been 4+ months, it damn sure didn’t feel like it. Even though I knew plenty of women who had baby daddies that were dead beats, didn’t mean I had to live my life like I did. Even though I was a working woman and soon to be mom, that didn’t mean I had to stop all of my dreams and raise our child. I seriously needed to change my thinking and assessment about this. I did love Joshua and no matter how much I wanted to wait or really see if it was right, I didn’t see him not in my life. Not that things don’t happen, but if they did, I would be fine.

Joshua suggested that I hang out with Roslyn and Elliot, well he sort of demanded it. He wanted me to attend this gala tonight and thought a spa day with the crew would be perfect, especially since it was on him. Larry was driving for me again, which he seemed pleased about. 

We went to the salon, where Roslyn and I got our hair done first, waxed, nails and feet and Elliot met us for a late lunch, because he was a man who did not go to spas. I explained everything to them and they were happy for me. Happy that I was pregnant, was with Joshua, that he was stepping up and pushing me to step up. They thought this was a change I needed. I never thought about it like that. Not that I’d loved the way my life was going, just living to work, work to live, now enter Joshua who moved everything around. I guess I just felt like a baby was too much, but having help was a different story.  This is why I wanted to talk to them, because they gave me different perspectives that sometimes my tunnel vision just wouldn’t allow me to see. In this case, they didn’t tell me what to think or how I should think, they just gave me alternative ways to look at the situation.

I went to Joshua’s after my early dinner and he wasn’t even home. He left a note letting me know where my clothes for the gala were and that he’d be back around 7 PM. I took a long shower, got dressed and was putting on my makeup when Joshua entered the bathroom. He was already dressed with a light blue bag in his hands. He looked delicious. He was in a black tux with a bow tie with a standard white shirt. I’m sure it was one of his custom made name-brand expensive suits, because it fit him like a glove. I looked at him from head to toe, thinking about how I could get him out of it when I got back home.

“You look gorgeous,” he said.

“I’m not even finished yet,” I peeled my eyes away from him, before I ruined my panties. He came behind me as I sat in the mirror putting on my eye shadow. I had a cape around my dress, which was another expensive ensemble. It had the back out, a split all the way up my high thigh and displayed an inch of my cleavage with a sheer green shawl, to match the decadent green dress that hit my feet. I’m glad I wasn’t showing just yet, because in another month or so, that wouldn’t have work. The doctor said I was twelve weeks along, which meant Joshua and I conceived right before we broke up. Isn’t that ironic?

Once I finished applying my lipstick and blush, I stood up and took off the cape. Joshua kissed the back of my neck, as my hair was pinned up. He whispered in my ear, “Like I said, gorgeous.”

I giggled. He lifted both of his hands up to my neck and he had something in them. “This is for you,” he whispered in my ear again.

I looked closer and saw that he was putting a diamond necklace around my neck. It was gorgeous and it sparkled. I knew it came from Tiffany’s and knew it cost an arm and a leg. I didn’t even ask. I just said, “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

And it was. Too beautiful to wear anywhere else.

He rubbed my arms and asked, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” I said, “But I am nervous. This is a first for me.”

“You’ll be fine. How was the spa?”

“Relaxing, thanks again.”

“Good.”

We left and walked to the limousine where Joshua’s driver Daniel escorted us inside. Once we settled, Joshua asked me, “Have you had anymore thoughts about the three of us?”

It took me awhile to understand what he was talking about, then I smiled and said, “Well, I have some other perspectives now and it seems that I was just scared of all this change coming at me so fast. One of the things that makes it funny is I’ve needed some change in my life and this,” I pointed to my stomach, “might be one of them. You have already blown my little cocoon to smithereens and whatever happens, I’ll be alright. I just need to let this,” I motion between him and my stomach again, “happen.”

Joshua beamed.  I couldn’t remember when I’d seen him light up like that before. He was already a gorgeous man, in that tux and that million dollar smile. Goddamn. What have I done to deserve this?

He whispered, “I can’t wait to get you home.”

I nodded, “Me neither.”

Joshua and I arrived and as soon we got out of the car, cameras were flashing, microphones were in our face and security was ushering us inside the building. It was explained that the paparazzi was on the outside, but the more notable reporters were on the inside. There was literally red carpet. In all my excitement, I felt a little dizzy with all the lights flashing and people calling Joshua’s name, asking who I was, complimenting on my dress, glaring at me. I kept smiling and Joshua kept guiding me, until someone yelled, “Hey Joshua.”

He stopped and looked to the side, then he smiled.

“Hey man, where you been?” The man had a microphone in his hand, but a genuine smile on his face. There was a camera man behind him, but the guy shook his head no, so the man lowered the camera. When Joshua acknowledged him, he put the microphone down and went to do the one-arm hug thing. Joshua held on to me and gave him a half hug.

“I’ve been around,” the man continued to smile and looked at me.

“Samantha, this was my college roommate, Lance. Lance, this is the love of my life, Samantha.” I stuck out my hand to shake his hand, but he hugged me and said, “Damn, woman. You must be something else to snag the Stark.”

I looked confused and Joshua said, “That was my nickname in college.”

“Where you at now? Last I heard you were in California.” Joshua asked.

“I’ve been here and there, but now I’m stationed in DC at the Washington Post.”

“That sounds great, man. It’s so good to see you.” Joshua said then looked to me. I smiled and nodded. Joshua turned to Lance and said, “You want a quote?”

Lance shook his head and said, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“All the more reason why I trust you with this.” Joshua smiled.

Lance looked at me and asked, “You don’t mind?”

I shook my head and said, “If he trust you, I do.”

Lance looked at me and said, “Do you have any sisters?”

We all laughed. Lance extended the microphone to Joshua and motioned for the camera guy to start rolling. “So, besides the takeoff of the Stark, what else are you doing these days?”

“Well, the Stark has come a long way, but right now I’m looking for rest. I’m about to settle down with the love of my life,” he turned to me and I smiled. “We are about to have a baby,” he announced.

Oh shit. I knew he said ‘pu-blic’, but goddamn.

“Oh, I know you are excited,” Lance chimed. “Does the love of your life have a name?”

“Samantha Wilde of S&W Company. They are a top of the line company in the marketing industry and Kelly International partnered with them for the release of Stark.”

“Wow,” Lance was awed. “So, now the man behind Kelly International is about to settle down and be a stay-at-home dad?”

We all laughed, “Well, let’s put it this way, if she,” he nodded to me, “had anything to say about it, we’ll be on a schedule and the baby will be with us at work. So, stay-at-home mom and dad, probably not. A marketing/international baby speaking several languages,” he looked at me, “yes.”

Lance laughed and said, “I wish you both the best of luck.”

By the time we finished, other reporter’s saw that we stopped and were talking to Lance, so they came over. Joshua saw them and said, “Alright Lance, you have a card?”

Lance beamed and pulled out his card, while Joshua handed him his. “I’ll be in touch,” Joshua said and guided me away from the incoming reporters.

The gala was exquisite. We met all types of rich and famous people. Joshua never let me leave his side the entire time. He took me everywhere. We stayed for two hours and then we left. I assumed he made some important contacts, he made sure that I did. At the rate he was going, I would need to hire some more people quickly. There were so many people who said they could use a company like mine to help them. I’m under no illusion that they even know how good or bad we are, but if Joshua Kelly says you are good, then you must be or at least it’s one more step closer to being near the king of Kelly International.

We arrived home and the first thing I did was take off my shoes. My feet were killing me. Joshua turned on the stereo, grabbed a water and sat on the couch with his legs open. I started walking towards him and he commanded, “walk slower.”

At first I didn’t get what he was saying, then it hit me…he was ready! I was so pleased with him, I was ready for him to have it all, anyway he liked. So, I backed up, put my heels back on and sashayed slowly to him and danced to the music. He had Usher playing,
Nice and Slow
. What did this white guy know about Usher? I moved my hips to the beat and Joshua’s eyes had fire in them. I pulled up my dress on the right side and slowly put my foot on his knee, but gyrated slowly in front of him. He ran his hand up the back of my calf and I flexed it for him. I brought my leg down, turned around with my hands high in the air and swiveled my hips for him like I was twirling a hula hoop around my waist. My ass was in his face, so I hiked up my skirt and started to gyrate closer to the ground. This made me thankful for my pole dancing classes. I’d have to talk him into getting one installed. I don’t think I’d get any objections.

As I slowly got back up, still facing away from him, I turned around and delicately let my dress drop from my shoulders. It pooled on the ground, leaving me in a red thong, brown nipple patches and my heels. Joshua was leaning back against the couch, his tux jacket was off and his top collar was unbuttoned. His hands were on his cock growing under his pants. I stepped out of the gown and made one step towards him, leaving about 2 feet between us. He grabbed his cock hard and growled. I continued to dance to the music, until it finished, then another song started by 112,
Cupid
. I loved this song, so I straddled him and sang the song in his ear.

I started grinding his hard cock. It was so big. Joshua didn’t say one word, just grabbed my ass and guided me up and down. He bit my ear lobe, then nipped my neck. I grabbed both his ears and hit the high note in the song. He smacked my ass and I moaned. He was making me so hot. Between the music, his graciousness and that hard cock, I couldn’t wait for him to be inside of me. I was on fire. When Cupid finished, Maxwell,
Fortunate
, came on. The white boy had taste! He grabbed my thighs, lifted me and had me on my back on the couch. Joshua kissed my lips, then sang the song as he roamed my body with his eyes.

Joshua took the patch off my left nipple and replaced it with his mouth. I grabbed his head and arched my back, so he could get all he wanted. While he was doing this, he was also grinding his hard cock near my center. I met his pace with my hips, increasing the friction. He growled and bit my nipple, “goddamn.”

I moaned as he took the other patch off and licked my nipple. I held his head closer and screamed as the friction made me cum, hard. Joshua stopped sucking my nipple and moved down, passed my stomach, and looked up at me. Then he sang the part of the song, where Maxwell growls, “And I never sang a song with all my might” in his raspy voice.

This man sang to me, I just came, so I was more than a bit emotional. I looked down at him near my thong and mouthed, “I love you.”

He saw what I did and his eyes burned into mine as he ripped my thong off with his teeth. That was hot as shit. Joshua suddenly stood up, ripped off his shirt and tore off his pants and briefs. I put my finger in my mouth and started to suck on it. He moaned as he lowered his body to me and replaced my fingers with his lips. He kissed me hard and deep. I moaned on his lips. Joshua pulled away from me and said, “Mama, let me make love to you.”

I leaned up and kissed his lips. He aligned his hard cock with my bare pussy and slid in slowly. I exhaled. He started stoking inside my tight channel, like he was trying to savor the moment. I met his slow movements and grabbed his ears. He pushed his hands under me, so that he could grip my ass. Joshua was pulling my lower half closer to him, so he could stroke long and deep. With each stroke he kissed my neck.

“My baby,” he strained, “my heart, my love.”

“Yes, Joshua,” I moaned.

“Ahh, God, I love you.” he said hoarsely.

I put my lips to his ear and whispered, “I love you too, honey.”

He bit my neck and thrust back into me. “That’s it mama. Cum for me,” he groaned.

Like I knew from the first time, the man was in control of my body, because sure enough, I started coming. I was panting heavily and buried my face in his neck. I scratched his back, which would leave red marks, I’m sure, but he was driving me crazy. I didn’t know what to do. He stopped gripping my ass, put one knee in the sofa and the other on the floor. Then he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them together.