City Vibes - Complete Series (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

Chapter 9

Daniel saw Reese sitting with her legs up  close to her chin, trying to stay warm by the fireplace.

He moved towards her kneeling in front of her chair . He rubbed her feet in a very subtle, sensual manner. Reese closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment of the massage. She moaned slightly as his hands worked the sensations up her legs. His hands aroused her as they slowly moved up to the inside of her thighs.

Reese was a strong, curvy African American girl, who had finally found her beau, in a person she had almost nothing in common with. Daniel was a slick Caucasian Wall Street type, who enjoyed the finer things in life, but only experienced true joy when with Reese.

Reese suddenly sat up, as did Daniel at the same time, after a few drinks, she was lightheaded and fell into him. He caught her, grabbed her around her thighs and lifted her up. Almost instinctively, Reese wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly moved in for a deep sensual kiss. Nipping at her lips, Daniel kissed her very softly. As Reese moaned in pleasure, his tongue had his way with her mouth.

Moving his hands all around her hips and thighs, he lifted her legs and set them around his waist. He pulled her tight against him, and his rock hard bulge pushed up against her.

Reese slid her fingers through his silky blonde hair, and moved his head in closer. Nipping at his lips she tightened the grip of her legs around him ever so slightly.

They kissed and Daniel slowly walked towards the bed throwing her down in a playful manner. He playfully started unbuttoning her shirt and pants with the excitement of a child receiving a gift. He stood back and took in the beauty of her curvy chocolate body. Her eyes locked into his as they began to straddle each other.

He cupped her breasts, and massaged them with pure joy. Her moans grew loud with excitement and she could feel the pressure building between her legs. He started to suck on her nipples which hardened with every moment.

He pulled off his shirt, and revealed his chiseled muscular physique. He removed his pants, and felt Reese shiver with excitement.

"Your curves make me melt."  He said with a smile.

He continued to massage both of her breasts while gently moving his hands between her thighs, while she  brushed up against his bulge, and rubbed her legs together.

He started kissing her everywhere as she moaned with joy. He finally pushed her onto her front and made figure eights with his fingers at the inside of her legs. He could feel her getting wet with excitement.

He licked her slit and clit, which was hard with excitement. He put her clit in his mouth and made steady circles with his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her, and watched as she dripped with joy.

After all that teasing Daniel finally entered her. He  massaged her back and gently thrust in steady motions. He reached around his hands down to her clit and gently massaged it while she moaned with pleasure.

The feeling on her clit felt wonderful and she continued to scream louder and louder, until she hit her O. They both moaned with excitement. She contracted her womanly muscles around his manhood and he felt himself climax.

He finally pulled out and lay beside her looking deeply into her eyes, like he hadn't seen her for a lifetime.

After four months together she was really falling for him, and could just stare into his eyes for days.

"Ok, baby, we have to get up and get dressed. It's New Year's Eve in New York City and we're late!" Yelled Daniel.

Chapter 10

Reese unzipped the “oversized” pea coat she had bought on sale from American Apparel ten months ago for use on nights exactly like these. In the warmth of Daniel's car, with hot air seeping from the creases in his seats and out of his air vents, Reese felt more like she was in a well-ventilated room with a fire place as a central piece, than a tiny car sitting on the icy streets of New York in almost-January.

In doing this, she exposed the long, silver necklace she had received as a gift from Daniel. It hung down her chest, sitting just over the black, satin mini-dress she had dieted for the entire week after Christmas to fit into. In an attempt to get more comfortable in his car, she crossed her legs, which were covered in sheer black stockings that contrasted beautifully against the ruby red louboutin heels she had rented for this event. They hadn't even made it half way to The Roosevelt and she was already starting to get tired of everything she was wearing. She rolled her neck, hoping that stretching her tense muscles would somehow combat the headache that was threatening to eat her alive.

With trembling fingers, she adjusted the mini tiara that sat in the middle of the tight bun, which had taken much effort and even more hairspray to secure. That small movement helped to alleviate her headache a little, but it was still there, throbbing just behind her eyes.

Daniel glanced at her and, when he caught this small movement of hers, reached over and placed his hand over her thigh.

Reese couldn't help but to smile at this. His touch always warmed her heart and calmed her head.

“You look beautiful.” His words came out confident and deliberate, as if he were trying to make her believe it too.

Reese chuckled once, “Well, I better look somewhat human. This took me three hours.”

Daniel smirked at that. “I know, I watched you the whole time.”

Reese shrugged. “Because that's not creepy at all.”

He grimaced. “It would have been creepy if I took pictures.”

“For all I know, you did.” Reese joked.

“Please. You act like you wouldn't be delighted if I put a framed picture of you fastening those beautiful studded earrings of yours in my bedroom.”

Reese burst out in a fit of giggles at this. “Ew! That's so gross. I look terrible when I'm trying to put my earrings in.”

Daniel laughed. “You look... well, I wouldn't call it terrible.”

“No.” Reese pressed, “It is terrible. I basically hold my mouth open, because it's always really hard for me to find the hole and my eyebrows get all scrunchy because every single time I'm convinced that the holes have closed up and I will never be able to wear normal earrings again.”

“Reese calm down. Your ear piercings are not going anywhere.” Daniel replied as he took her hand in his.

“Hey! It happens. There are stories for sure.” Reese replied.

Daniel nodded. “All right. I completely believe you, but I beg to differ. You look wonderful when you're putting on earrings.”

“Seriously, don't put a picture of me putting on earrings in your bedroom!” Reese cried.

“But what if in some hypothetical case, I happened to have such a picture?” Daniel pressed.

“I highly doubt you have a flattering picture of me putting these earrings on.” She replied in a dry voice. “And even if you did, I wouldn't want it in your bedroom.”

“What if I put it somewhere else?”

“I would consider letting you put it somewhere else, but not the bedroom.”

Daniel laughed at this. “What do you have against bedrooms!” He exclaimed.

“Nothing! I just don't want to have to look at a picture of myself every time we have sex.”

“Haha. Okay. Fair enough.” he then turned his full attention  back to the road as they hit a particularly persistent block of traffic.

Reese gazed at Daniel's concentrated expression as he stared out of the windshield, both hands clasping the wheel, his hair slicked back (with her help), his neck adorned with a thin tie and his strong frame draped in a black, velvet dinner jacket. “Okay, so this party...” She started.

“Yes, this party.” He replied.

“I know, obviously it's really fancy or whatever, but are people going to be like, out of control, or are they going to be walking around with half full champagne glasses and talking to each other in hushed tones the whole night?” She asked.

Daniel's lips folded into a crooked smile. “I would not be spending my New Years Eve at a company party at the Roosevelt if I didn't think it was going to be out of control.”

Reese laughed once. “Okay?”

He glanced at her again. “Look, you are about to walk into a room full of business tycoons, billionaires and the brokers who take all the credit for making them who they are. These people have worked insanely hard to be able to have, buy, eat, drink whatever they want, whenever they want to... and this is the night of ultimate indulgence.”

Reese sucked in a deep breath. “So this is basically going to be a blood bath. Thanks.” She muttered in a short voice. As she stared out the window at the street signs rapidly decreasing in number, she found herself growing more and more nervous. For a girl who grew up in with only the basic necessities, this was something else. Her stomach churned with an intensity that made her wish she had not had that glass of wine at Daniel's place, and she absentmindedly pealed at the skin on her fingertips.

Daniel shoved his hand in between hers and drew her left hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on it. “Hey. Don't be nervous.” He murmured as he replaced her hand.

Reese shrugged stubbornly. “I'm not, I'm just...” She pressed her forehead against her window and finished with, “Feeling a little bit out of it... like lost.”

There was a pause during which Daniel slammed his palm against his horn. As the shrill noise cut through the relative silence of the car, spear-heading a diatribe of more horn-honking around him, Reese looked up to find they were in front of a green light at a complete stand still.

Chapter 11

Daniel sighed when they were finally moving again. “Don't feel out of it or lost, because you're with me and if I'm in it, then you are. You belong there as much as anyone else does...” He trailed off, making sure to look right at Reese as he said,  “I want you to be a part of my life.”

Reese's heart swelled at these as words. Even though they had only been together for four months, it seemed as if he always knew exactly what to say. He was such a mind-reader that it was excitingly scary. “Thanks, Daniel.” She replied as she reached over the arm rest to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“In fact,” He continued as she dug her fingers into his cheek in an attempt to wipe off the dark red lip marks she had left there. “I think we should move in together.”

At the sound of that, Reese ripped her fingers away from his cheek and sat back in her chair, pressing her back as far into the chair as it would go and clutching the edges of her seat with her fingernails. Her mouth hung slightly ajar and her eyes went wide in complete surprise. Sure, it had only been four months, but it had been an eventful four months; four months that could have been four years. So it didn't strike her as particularly strange. Yet, it was exhilarating to imagine herself living with him; drinking her morning coffee in his apartment every day; learning the names of his doorman and valet; having more than just one drawer full of random things she'd need if she spent one night at his place; stocking up his pantry with snacks she would actually eat.

Just the thought of all of this made her want scream with joy; to jump up and dance to the amazing song that was her love for him. A smile played at the edges of her lips as she realized; this was it. She was moving in with him.  “W-well... yes. Of course we should.” She muttered.

Daniel was beaming as he replied, “I thought you'd say that,” And he finally pulled up to the front doors of the Roosevelt Hotel.

As soon as he put the car in park, an elderly man with a killer mustache and a top hat pulled her door open. Reese nodded, plastering a thankful smile on her face, as she stepped into the frigid air and was ambushed by the sounds of New York at night. However, being 11 PM on New Year's Eve, there was a hell of a lot more people walking around in tight skirts and having loud, drunken conversations with each other, than would have been expected on any other Wednesday night. Their jubilant voices intertwined with the sound of wheels idly moving across the icy asphalt at the record slow pacing; with heels slapping against the pavement; with music and laughter leaking out of the opening and closing doors of nearby restaurants.

“Are you ready?” Daniel asked after he rounded the front of his car and tossed his keys at the valet.

Reese nodded eagerly and they scurried out of the cold, muttering quick, “thank yous,” to the doorman. Once inside, Reese paused to take off her jacket and scarf. “Do you want me to hold that until we get to the coat check?” Daniel asked. But as Reese looked up to hand it to him, she caught sight of the fantastical lobby. She sighed to herself at the ruby-red rug covered stairs that she was facing; at the mahogany bar just off to the right, adorned with stools that looked hand-made and at least tens of thousands of dollars each; at the grand front desk, manned by seven people who looked more like perfectly crafted dolls than actual human beings. They each stood at their own computers with stern looks on their faces as they either talked on the phone, or attended to guests.

“This is amazing.” Reese breathed as they approached the array of six gold-plated elevators. As a young curvy African American girl, with a modest upbringing, she always wanted to be a part of this world. And now she was here.

A bell hop pressed the button for them and held the door open as they stepped inside. About four seconds later, the doors swung open to reveal a grand ball room filled with people dressed exactly like Reese and Daniel. The air was a bit warmer and stuffier in the second floor ball room and people's sharp conversations seemed to simply linger around in the air, just barely audible over the “tasteful” music.

As Daniel went off to a table just off to the right in order to check their coats, a man in a white suit who carried a tray of what looked like white wine approached her, “Some Chardonnay?” He mumbled in a haughty voice.

Reese shrugged and took one. She found the idea of indulging in alcohol, if, for no other reason than to make this evening a bit less of a struggle for her. extremely appealing. She sipped the cool liquid, smiling at the taste: somewhat bitter, but somehow still sweet, as it trickled down her throat. The man nodded, but just as he was walking away, Reese placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, and grabbed another glass for Daniel.

“So, what do you think?” Daniel asked as she offered him the glass of wine.

Reese shrugged. “Well, the wine is good.”

Daniel chuckled. “So it is.” He replied, just as an old man Reese vaguely recognized approached them.

“Good evening!” He greeted them in a jubilant voice. It was obvious from the thin film of sweat glistening on his forehead and the way his lips hung slightly open that he was way ahead of them in terms of drinks.

“Mark! How are you?” Daniel asked as they shook hands.

Reese stood a step behind Daniel, trying to sip her wine and be invisible without making it obvious that she was trying to be invisible. But there was no such luck.

“I'm great!” he exclaimed. “It's cold as tits out there...” he started, but as he made eye contact with Reese, he trailed off.

She took one last drag of her glass of wine and stared back into his gray eyes. Another man in a white suit came by and replaced her empty glass with a filled one. As she took one more sip of this, it all came back to her. This was his boss: that awfully rude man she waited on four months ago.

“But I see it's warm enough in here.” he finished as he continued to stare at her.

“Uh, this is my girlfriend, Reese Allen. Reese, this is Mark Ronson, the director of the board.” Daniel  said.

Reese nodded slowly as she offered her hand to him, a guarded expression darkening his face. She hoped to God that her make-up was thick enough to make her unrecognizable. She tried her best not to grimace when Mark raised her hand to his lips and planted a wet kiss on it. However, her head was already starting to swim from all the wine she had consumed in such a short amount of time, so she wasn't sure if she had succeeded or not.

“Such a beautiful girl.” Mark murmured. He then shifted his gaze to Daniel, “You're lucky you have her all to yourself.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “That's the only way to have her.” He replied dryly.

Mark raised a bushy, white eyebrow. “Something's familiar about you...” He started.

Reese's fake smile dropped in an instant.

“That's strange...” Daniel murmured in such a way that made Reese think he didn't remember that his girlfriend waited on his boss.

He cocked his head to the side. “It's those eyes... I swear I've seen them before.”

“Oh.. you know... I have forgettable eyes. You're probably just confusing me with someone else honestly.” Reese replied hastily.

Daniel gave her a curious look, confused as to what was happening.

“That's just it,” Mark pressed, “They're not forgettable.”

Reese gave a theatrical shrug and took a generous swig of her wine. “Oh well-” She started, but just as she was about to initiated some topic of small talk, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.

“You work at Per Se!” he exclaimed in the most unforgiving way.

Reese flinched at this and her heart started pounding as if he had just screamed, “imposter!” to everyone. She let out one long, deep sigh. “Yes. Yes I do actually. Do you eat there often?”

He shook his head, “Nope.” he then looked at Daniel, “But I did once, with him.”

Reese nodded. “That's... I'm happy for you. It's a good place.” Out of the corner of her eye, Reese could see Daniel's completely mortified facial expression.

“Daniel, you're dating a waitress?”

But before Daniel could come up with anything to say, Reese, the strong, curvy, confidant African American woman snapped, “No. He's dating a woman, who so happens to work at a restaurant.”

“Yeah.” Mark quipped. “You wait tables for a living.”  He then turned to Daniel again, “I am surprised to say the least...” He shook his head in wonder, “You have really gone out of the box here.” He gestured at Reese, “I mean, a gorgeous waitress. Goodness, you're looking for an adventure.” He then placed one of his wandering hands on her shoulder, “I know how this must sound honey, but you should see his ex.”