Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) (16 page)

He walked over to the bed, kicked his shoes off and patted the bed. “Come sit with me.”

I sat next to him. “So where were we?” he asked as he took me into his arms.
 

We began kissing once again. This time our passionate kisses led to clothes dropping to the floor. I rubbed my hands down his muscular chest and
started
to wrestle his belt buckle that fastened around his taut waist. As I was busy undoing his pants, he slipped my shirt over my head and began unclasping my bra. After we
were
topless, he laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me with his pants barely hanging onto him.
 

“
We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered as he trailed kisses down my neck, making his way to my breasts.
 

“
It’s been so long,” I said, panting as he began sucking on my nipples.
 

Euphoria washed over my body as tingles ran through every fiber of my being. He smelled so good and his touch was amplified by his big hands as they cupped my breasts. He lifted my skirt and began to remove my panties; I eagerly raised my hips, helping him along. Suddenly, my sexual appetite quickly awakened as I sensed what was coming. He tossed my panties to the side and began going down on me. My long braids spread
out on the pillows as I threw my head back, relishing in the oral pleasure I was receiving. His tongue firmly flicked my clitoris as he fondled my breasts. My sweet juices glistened in the soft
moonlight
as he continued to enjoy my delectable lady parts.
 

“
I want you,” I whispered through labored breathing as I tried to collect myself.
 

Dale stood up and shimmied out of his pants before he completely removed my skirt. Like a leopard on the prowl, he climbed on top of me and began to take me. He slowly thrust into me as we made love.
 

“
You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. He meant every word.
 

“
Deeper,” I replied.
 

He began thrusting deeply into me. As he did, the excitement
started
to build between us and soon his slow, deep thrusts turned into faster, harder advances. My body quivered in pure ecstasy as he drove his cock with an intense and pleasurable force. I could feel an orgasm beginning to erupt.
 

“
Faster,” I cried out.
 

Quickening his pace, he was about to deliver an exhilarating orgasm that I had never experienced before. My body twisted and convulsed as I had a mind-shattering orgasm and came all over his thick, luscious manhood. Hearing my soft moans and pleas escape my sweet, plump lips as I bucked my hips was enough to set him off. He was completely fired up and began fiercely plunging his cock deep into my womb as he worked himself up into a frenzy. With abrupt, carnal and monstrous pumps, he began to plant his seed deep inside me.
 

The scent of sex and love filled the air as we laid in each other’s arms, caressing one another. He played with a few locks of my hair as he smiled down at me.
 

“
That was
incredible
,” he told me as he continued loosely twirling my hair around his finger.
 

“
It was,” I agreed as I rested with my hand cupped over his chest.
 

From that night on, we began spending more time at Dale’s house—sometimes even spending the night. Nevaeh loved his mansion; she called it her big doll house as she pretended to be a
wealthy
princess who was in charge of a village. Dale and I cherished her vivid imagination as she spun around throughout the house, often singing as she danced.
 

“
You know,” Dale said to me one evening, “I think it would be really beneficial for Nevaeh to swim in the pool out back. Her doctor said that physical therapy would help her, and with the school year fast approaching, I think it’s wise to keep her as active as possible so she doesn’t miss school. It’ll be easy on her joints since you’re weightless in water. I think it’s perfect!”
 

“
Yeah, but there’s just one thing,” I laughed. “Nevaeh doesn’t know how to swim.”
 

“
She doesn’t know how to swim?”

“
Nope. I’m not much of a swimmer and when I have time off work, I take her places to do things with her. Swimming has never been one of them.”

“
I’ll teach her how to swim. It’s not that hard, and we’ll have a blast.” He assured me. “Bring her over tomorrow and I’ll give
her her
first lesson.”
 

“
Okay, I’ll let Nevaeh know the game plan. She’s going to have so much fun with you. She already thinks you’re so cool. I think you’ll be
moved from
fresh
status to
super
cool status.” I joked.
 

For the duration of summer, Nevaeh spent every waking moment she could in his swimming pool when she wasn’t at Lorraine and Tyrone’s. My relationship with my family was getting better—just as long as I didn’t mention the “D” name. Meanwhile, I tried to figure out how to pay off Nevaeh’s medical bills while trying to afford her medication and come up with enough cash to buy her school clothes for the fall. I never dared told Dale just how bad my financial struggle was; I was too proud to admit that I needed help.
 

The school year was a new beginning for Nevaeh. She quickly reunited with all of her friends and told them all about her summer, leaving out the part of her new condition. She bragged to her friends about her mommy’s new boyfriend and his enormous house and swimming pool. Her friends gathered around as she described her swimming lessons and told them about all of the
exciting
places she’d gone with Dale and I.
 

With her specialist appointment fast approaching, my nerves began to get the best of me. It was almost time to find out exactly how far Nevaeh’s disease had progressed and figure out
our next steps in her treatment plan. In less than a week, we’d know the answers. In need of support, I invited Dale to the appointment; he gladly accepted.
 

“
Nevaeh Harris,” the receptionist called.
 

We made our way down a corridor into a room, stopping along the way to take Nevaeh’s current height and weight. “If you’ll just have a seat in here, Dr. Newton will be with you shortly.”
 

I nervously looked around the room as a
question-filled
Nevaeh asked what everything was. Dale reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it with reassurance as he grinned at me.
 

“
Hello,
Nevaeh, Ms. Harris,” the doctor said as he entered the room. “Are you the father?” he asked, directing his question toward Dale.
 

I spoke on his behalf. “No, this is my boyfriend. He helps care for Nevaeh,” I explained, which wasn’t all that
untruthful.
Dale and Nevaeh began to develop
a beautiful
relationship; almost like a father-daughter bond.
 

Their days in the pool and outings were enough to bring the two
nearly
as close as Dale and I. He was the first man who ever developed a
strong relationship with Nevaeh. I was so happy with the way they accepted each other; it made me proud.
Maybe I finally found the right guy.
Out of all the guys I’ve ever dated, he has made a difference in both of our lives. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve taken us on mini vacations or taught her how to swim, and he did it with patience… and love. Did I just
say
love? Of
course,
he loves her, who wouldn’t? I wonder if he
loves
me.
 

The doctor began probing about Nevaeh’s medical history after reviewing her chart. “Now Ms. Harris, it appears that Dr. Herber treated Nevaeh’s AS for the last few months. Can you tell me how she responded to the medications that he prescribed for her?”
 

“
Yes, she’s responded quite well. She takes prescription-strength
NSAIDS
and methotrexate.”
 

“
Has she had any complications that you’re aware of?”

“
Not that I’ve noticed.”

“
Good. What I’d like to do is schedule her for an x-ray and
an MRI.
Once we have the results
of
those tests, we can determine how much the AS has affected her. Our hopes are that the
methotrexate and NSAIDS keep her symptoms to a minimum for as long as possible.”
 

“
What happens if her symptoms return or worsen?” Dale asked.
 

“
If that should happen, we’ll have to bring her back in for more testing and decide how we’d like to approach things. But right now, everything looks good. Nevaeh, would you like a sucker?” the doctor asked her as he ordered the labs for her testing.
 

Even though I didn’t receive the answers I was looking for at the appointment, I was relieved that the
testing
was scheduled. Nevaeh was set to have her diagnostic testing within two weeks from the
date
and had a follow-up appointment with the specialist the following month to go over the results.
 

As we were leaving, Dale asked me, “Do you feel better now that things are heading in the right direction?”
 

“
I guess so.”

“
What do you mean you guess so? I think the appointment went as well as could be expected,” he squeezed my hand.
 

By the end of September, I pulled Nevaeh out of class to take her to get her testing done, which also meant I had to juggle my hectic work schedule. One of my coworkers traded days with me to avoid my boss giving me too much grief for missing any more work.  Nevaeh was a bit nervous, but so was I. As we made our way into the hospital, Nevaeh refused to go inside.
 

“
What’s wrong sweetie?” I asked as she jerked her hand back and stood near the entrance.
 

“
I don’t want to go in.”

“
Why? They’re not going to hurt you. I promise.”

“
You don’t know that. What if they poke me with a bunch of needles?” she cried.

“
That’s not going to happen. They just need to take pictures of you.”

“
I don’t believe
you,
mommy. Why do they want to take my picture? Can’t they see what I look like?”
 

“
Of course they can, but these tests will let them see what you look like on the inside.”

“
Why do they want to see what my insides look like?”

“
Because they need to see your bones and joints.”

After explaining what bones and joints were, I finally talked her into going inside the building. Nevaeh anxiously waited in the lobby as she prepared for the worst. A tall, thin woman called me to the front desk shortly after I registered for the appointment.
 

“
Miss Harris, how would you like to pay for the down payment this afternoon?”
 

“
The down payment? What down payment?”

“
We require a down payment at the time of service. After you make your initial down payment, we’ll bill you for the remaining amount. We ask that you put down at least two hundred dollars.”

“
Two hundred?” I was lost in disbelief as I was put on the spot. I didn’t have two hundred to put down. I wasn’t sure I had one dollar, never mind two hundred of them. I lowered my voice so other patients couldn’t overhear me, “I’m sorry, no one told me. I don’t have two hundred to put down; I
didn’t know a down payment was required. I can do half of it today, I guess,” I offered, seeing that money seemed more important than my daughter’s health.
 

“
That will be
okay
. How would you like to pay that today?”
 

I rummaged through my purse and pulled out my credit card. “Can I use this?”
 

“
Yes, that will be fine.”

The woman took my credit card and processed the payment.
Great, there goes some of our grocery money for the month
.
 

“
Here you go Miss Harris,” she returned the credit card along with a receipt. “You’ll be called back shortly.”