Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) (23 page)

“
This is Dale Halloway,” he said, answering the phone.
 

“
Hi Dale, this is Sam at MaxCare and from what Miss Harris has explained, you’d like to pay for Nevaeh’s medication?”
 

“
Yes, that’s correct.
All
of it. I’d like you to keep my credit card on file and charge it each time you send her medication out.”
 

“
Would that be just for the Humira or for her methotrexate as well?” the pharmacist asked.

“
Both, please.”

After reading his credit card information to the pharmacist, he handed the phone back to me. I wrapped up the end of the phone call as I began crying.
 

“
What’s wrong?” Dale asked.
 

“
I feel so…so…useless! You’re paying for everything because I can’t, and I feel like shit about it. I’ve always paid for things, but now I can’t. I just don’t feel like a good mom right now.”

“
What are you talking about? You’re a great mom! That’s one of the things that attracted me so much to you.”

“
I don’t feel like a great mom. I feel like a piece of shit. You’re so good to us,” I hugged him.
 

“
I want her to get better just as much as you do. When summer rolls back around, we’re going to get her in that pool and keep her busy as much as humanly possible.”

“
How did I get so lucky?” I asked as I leaned upward to kiss him.
 

“
That’s funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” he returned my kiss. “When will the medicine be here?”
 

“
He said next week, but I’ll have to schedule an appointment with Dr. Newton for her initial dose, so she probably won’t have it for close to two weeks.”
 

“
We’ll make it through that. Even if I have to come over here to watch her while you go to work, I will.”

I thought about what he said for a moment and remembered I only had two points until I’d get fired. “You might have to do that.”
 

That night, Dale stayed over, not wanting to leave us alone. We needed support now more than ever. As we lay in bed snuggling, he began trailing kisses down my neck. I eagerly returned them by biting on his ear lobe as we
started
a hot and heavy
make-out
session.
Grabbing a
handful of my firm breast, he moved to the top buttons on my shirt. One at a time, he slowly wrestled with each button until my bra was exposed. He turned me over and climbed on top of me; admiring the view of my cleavage.
 

He slipped his polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor as I began unbuttoning the top of his jeans. With my fingers close to his pleasure zone, his manhood began hardening instantly. Tenderly, he reached under me and began pulling my blouse out of the waistband of my pants; I raised my bottom, helping him along. My heart rate quickened as he began seductively planting kisses along the outline of my cleavage. When he reached my navel, he began undoing my pants, taking them down. Slowly, he worked his way back up to my thighs, lightly tickling them with his nose as he kissed the outside of my silk
panties. My moisture dared to saturate them as he began making me wet with anticipation.
 

Hooking his fingers inside the side straps of my panties, he gently pulled them down; I shimmied my way out of them with his assistance.
 

“
Now where was I?” he teased as his fingers traced the outline of my slit.
 

Chills ran down my spine; his touch was so soft and deliberate. I could crumble under his spell—and he knew it. He continued by working the tip of his tongue against my clit; first running it in fast circles and later, in long, slow strokes. I bucked my hips wildly as my excitement continued to grow.
 

“
I have an idea,” I whispered. “Let’s do a 69.”
 

He nodded and backed off of me, lying next to me on the bed as I began to climb on top of him. Slowly, I positioned myself on top of him and
started
to go down on him. Taking the entire length of his shaft inside of my mouth, I began deep throating him. The more I deep throated him, the faster his tongue swiped my clitoris. Almost matching each other’s pace, we were going wild on one another; almost as if to see who could get whom off faster. When he was about to lose
control, he stopped going down on me momentarily and asked to switch positions.
 

“
Kimberly,” he spoke softly, “let’s switch positions. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”
 

Smiling, I stopped and allowed him to lie down as I climbed on top of him. Lowering myself down onto him, I stared deep into his eyes as I took him inside of me. At the rate I was going, he could feel every single inch of his member
entering
me; he was glad when it was finally all the way inside of me. The anticipation was pure torture to him, and I knew it. After I was in position, I began slowly rising up and down on his member as he fondled my luscious breasts.
 

My nipples were hard and swollen, about the size of marbles. He lightly squeezed and pinched them as I rode him cowgirl style. Sensing that he was getting close, I turned myself around and rode
him,
reverse cowgirl. As I continued grinding his cock with my wetness, his breathing became more labored. His soft moans were turning into louder grunts as I worked his thick shaft in and out of me. He began aggressively pounding me from the bottom as he wildly bucked his hips. Balancing myself on top of him as he thrust me, I leaned
forward and grabbed a hold of his ankles as I continued to ride him.
 

Teasingly, I used my right hand to reach his sac, still balancing myself with my left hand and began playing with his balls. The pleasure was too much; he wouldn’t last long with the rapid pace I was going. He reached up and grabbed onto both of my hips, and using his body weight, he maneuvered me at his own pace. As I felt his big, strong grip manhandle me, I began having an orgasm; my already drenched lady parts saturated his entire member. The warm pool of my cum felt too good; he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
 

With a wicked force, he began drilling me while still beneath me. As his thick cock drove into me, I could feel his member swelling up inside of me. I watched in delight as his testicles shrank right before my eyes as he sprayed his seed deep inside my tunnel of love. Sweaty, I collapsed on top of him, panting for air.
 

Chapter Twelve

“
Her Humira is finally here,” I said as I made the appointment with Dr. Newton. “How soon can you get her in?”
 

His assistant placed me on hold as she consulted with the doctor. “Miss Harris, thank you for
holding
. Dr. Newton doesn’t have any immediate openings on his schedule, but he asked if you could bring her by tomorrow afternoon during his lunch break.”
 

“
Oh, I hate to bother him during lunch. Are you sure you don’t have anything available?” I asked, reading the leaflet that came with her medication.
 

“
No, I’m sorry. We don’t have anything open
until
the beginning of April. Dr. Newton is going on vacation for two weeks at the beginning of February, so with that and the nature of the practice, nothing’s open.”
 

“
All right, I’ll bring her in tomorrow. What time should we come in?” I asked, thinking of how I had to be at work. It was unlikely that Rachel
would be able to trade with me on such short notice.
 

“
He usually goes to lunch around noon, so if you could come just before then so we know you’re here, he’ll see her then.”

“
I’ll make sure we’re there. Thank you,” I said, hanging up the phone.
 

I didn’t expect the initial loading dose to be two injections; I felt terrible that my baby had to endure that. The training was simple, though, the nurse walked me right through
it, and
we practiced before leaving. Feeling confident that we had everything under control, we left the office and hoped the medicine would work.
 

I hadn’t called in that morning. With my current attendance, I’d missed one day—during the week of New Year’s—making this my 10
th
point. I knew I’d be fired. Rather than listening to my boss berate me over the phone, I never looked back. I accepted the fact that I would have to find a different
job
though I probably wouldn’t have the hours I needed, some things in life were more important. Making the decision to care for Nevaeh wasn’t hard for me; I loved that little girl more than life itself.
 

“
So how did her initial dose go?” Dale asked when he dropped by that night.
 

“
It went as good as could be expected, I suppose. She said it hurt, but she was a trooper and hung in there.”

“
Did they say when she might notice it working?”

“
It’
s difficult to say
. Some patients see results right away, others say it takes months.
Almost
every person is different. I’m sure she’ll let us know.”
 

“
What did Kevin say when you called in today?” he casually asked.
 

“
I didn’t call in.”

“
Oh, did Rachel trade with you again?”
 

“
No. I quit.”

“
You
did
?” he asked with his mouth hanging open. “What made you decide to do that?”
 

“
It’s not that I decided to do it. I was tired of always asking Rachel to trade with me and I had used up all my points. If I missed one more day, I
was going to get fired. Today was that day,” I said, looking at the floor.
 

“
That’s okay, it’s not like you needed that creep yelling at you all the time. You’re under enough stress as it is.”

“
Tell me about it,” I agreed.
 

“
Hey, I have some good news for you. Are you ready to hear it?” he asked.

“
Sure.”

“
You know the Nevaeh Fund?” I nodded, how could I forget? “Well, it now has almost 1.2 million dollars in it! It was a huge success!”
 

“
Are you kidding me? That’s
incredible
!” I hugged him. “That’s going to help so many families! I’m so excited.”
 

“
I knew that would brighten your day! Let’s go tell Nevaeh.”
 

Nevaeh shrieked with joy when we told her the good news. “Mom, Dale, I’m proud of you guys. You’ve done so much to take such good care of me!” she said as she threw her arms around us.
 

Yeah, such good care that I don’t know how I’m going to provide for us now.
I returned her hug as I smiled down at her. “I’m going to have to start job hunting tomorrow,” I sighed. “I hope I can find something with decent hours. At least something that doesn’t have
swing
shifts.” This was the lowest I had felt about myself in a long time.
 

“
How about if I treat us to dinner?” Dale offered.
 

“
Yes!” Nevaeh exclaimed as she put down her tablet. “Can we go to Ponderosa?”
 

“
Ponderosa? Don’t you want to go someplace nicer?” Dale asked her.
 

“
It’s her favorite,” I interjected.
 

“
Oh, well if it’s her favorite, then by all means, that’s where we have to go. After all, we are celebrating the
enormous
success of her fundraiser.”
 

Over the next few weeks, my emotions were on a full-speed roller coaster as I tormented myself about whether or not I did the right thing. On one hand, I knew I was
an excellent
mother. I did what any mom would do in my shoes: take care of my child,
but,
on the other hand, I also let our only
source of income go right out the window. I scoured over the newspaper ads searching for a job in which I was qualified for. It seemed as though the only jobs I could do were ones that offered horrible hours, such as straight graveyard shifts or rotating swing shifts. There was no way that I could work either of those. I needed a straight day job.
 

Sensing that I was down and at the end of my rope, Dale decided to take me out. He planned a romantic evening with just the two of us, making it my little get away from reality. With the help of some friends, he was able to reserve a private table at an upscale restaurant on The Landing in downtown St. Louis.