Authors: Violet Williams
Do Not Disturb 2
Keisha Wallace is on cloud nine. She was awarded a prestigious full scholarship to Mauryville State and can quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on her education and raising her son. The cherry on top is that her devilishly handsome boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham, bought a house in town so they can begin to build a life together.
But not everyone is singing the new couple's praises. Jake's billionaire entrepreneur father thinks dating Keisha is a disgrace and puts destroying their union at the top of his to-do list. Will they be able to weather the storm together, or will the drama destroy them?
Do Not Disturb 2 is the follow-up to Amazon and All Romance Ebooks bestselling book,
Do Not Disturb
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Do Not Disturb 2 is an interracial erotic romance novella, clocking in at 19,350 words. It includes sexually explicit situations.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Keisha
Keisha Wallace had spent hours getting ready for her date with her boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham. First, she took a long bubble bath with some of her favorite suds from Avon while giving her toes a fresh coat of crimson polish. Then, there was flat ironing her hair bob length ebony hair and battling with the naps in the back that had a mind of their own. The full service with vanilla body butter, then painstakingly applying her makeup: rouge on the cheeks, a fain gold shimmer to bring out her mahogany eyes and make her little black dress pop. Over two hours of hard work that was coming undone at the seams as Jake ran his hands up and down her thigh beneath the table.
They were at Bella Monica, a neighborhood Italian restaurant in Raleigh. They’d come to celebrate her scholarship win, but right now, beads of sweat were coursing down her temple and careening down her neck. She slumped down in the booth, her heart racing as his fingertips hit her panty line and god damn if he didn’t make her want to say the hell with dinner and go out to the car and have him strip her bare and have his way.
His pointer pushed between her quivering folds and he let out a low chuckle. She glanced over at him, his blue eyes going round with surprise. He shouldn’t have been. It would have been more surprising if his touch didn’t make her moist with desire. From his golden skin to his strong jaw line and lush lips, Jake was built like some warrior from the old days, all power and virility. But as a boyfriend, as a lover, he was so sensitive, so tuned into the needs and wants of her body. Even now, with only one finger, he was making it difficult to not orgasm on the spot. He loved to tease her like this, knowing that she had to moan, especially with him inside her. And Bella Monica was filled with other patrons, patrons that probably would have issues with her cries of ecstasy while they were trying to enjoy their dishes.
She dropped her hand to her thigh and cleared her throat, stopping his hot trail. “S-so this is your neck of the woods, what do you rec-recommend?”
He gave her a wink as he took his pointer and traced her thigh. When Keisha shot him a warning look, he let out a resigned sigh and brought his hand from beneath the table. He wiped his hand on the napikin and gripped his wine glass. “The manicotti is delicious.”
“Mmm,” Keisha’s eyes scanned the menu, but she’d much rather scan her lover. Underneath his clothes, every muscle and cut combined to make a man she couldn’t say no to. A man that made her scream in octaves that would make an opera singer turn green with envy. Jake was a man that made her heart swell with one glance. A man that held her after they made love and asked about her son, Caleb. A man that loved her.
Jake sipped his wine then turned his gaze back to Keisha, his blue eyes glittering with interest. “What?”
She knew she was staring at him, but she couldn’t help it. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, brushing his cheek as she roamed his mouth with her own, trying to express just how much he meant to her; just how much she cared.
Keisha’s cheeks were hot as she pulled back and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Manicotti and red wine. They were there to celebrate. She had to think about that and not his naked body pressed tightly against her own.
Her scholarship win was definitely cause for celebration. After leaving Harvard when she got pregnant with her son and taking night classes to try and finish up her degree, a full ride meant she could quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on school and stay at home with Caleb.
And then there was Jake. She felt as giddy as a school girl whose crush checked the ‘yes’ box. After all the dead end dates and disappointments, dating him was a dream, even though he lived in DC most of the week. He made her look forward to Friday nights like Christmas morning.
The waiter saddled up to their table and took their orders. Keisha ordered the manicotti and was glad when the waiter hustled away. She wanted as much time with him as possible. Jake had flown down from DC for the weekend, coming all the back to Mauryville when Keisha called him in tears with the news. She’d been so excited about the scholarship and what it meant for her future. She could finish her degree in a year instead of the two plus that night school afforded her. She could spend more time with Caleb.
"You sound like you had doubt,” Keisha winked. To be honest, Keisha had. Single, black, female mothers were a dime a dozen, and she’d worried that her essay wouldn’t be gripping or unique enough. But they’d loved it, calling her story ‘moving’ and ‘inspiring’.
"Nah," he said with a grin. "Ever since I met you I knew you were different. Driven. Unique." He smoothed the front of his V-neck sweater, suddenly seeming fidgety. Nervous.
A flash of fear went through Keisha. Was he ending things? Was he having doubts?
"I have something I want to talk to you about, Keisha."
All color drained from her face. "Oh no." Maybe they moved too fast. He had a re-election campaign to run after all on top of everything else. The attack ads had been especially vicious lately. "Jake, I-"
His aqua eyes went wide as he took her in. He picked up on the fact that she was starting to freak. "Jesus, it's not anything bad." He slid a little closer and looped an arm around her shoulder, pecking her on the forehead. "It's something good. Something good for us."
Keisha bit her lip, embarrassed that he'd almost seen her go into cardiac arrest over the very thought of them breaking up. If he didn't know she had it bad before, it was loud and clear now. "W-What's up?"
He downed the rest of his wine before he continued. "You know I spend a lot of time in DC."
"Mmhm."
"And I have an apartment in Raleigh. Not that I've frequented it or anything lately." She knew that better than anyone. She'd practically taken up residence at Winterhorn, even having a crib delivered so Caleb could spend time with them when they weren't, uh, otherwise engaged.
She gave him a nod to continue.
"But I've been considering buying a house in Mauryville." He swallowed. “Well a little more than considering. I’ve, uh, closed on a house.”
Keisha clasped her hands together. "That's great! We could get out of the hotel so I don't have to deal with Monique giving me the stink eye."
Monique should count her many blessings and name them one by one: 1) that she was still in the good graces of Carmen, the icy cool manager at Winterhorn , even though she quit without giving notice, 2) that the check Jake's squirrely former advisor paid her didn't bounce, although in the end it didn't matter since she blew it in Vegas, and 3) that she still had all her teeth for stooping so low and trying to end Keisha and Jake’s relationship with her charade.
Carmen was wise enough not to put the two of them on the same team, but it didn't stop them from crossing paths. Every time she saw Monique's face, she had to fight the urge to lay her out. But she wanted to set a good example for Caleb...and an all-out brawl at Winterhorn would only arm Jake's opponents.
"Yeah...if I don't have to look at that woman's face ever again, it'll be too soon," Jake piped, shaking his head. He traced the stem of the glass. Clearly there was something else. "The house I’m talking about is only a few blocks from Mauryville State. A few blocks in the good neighborhood direction," he added.
Keisha dropped her fork. Holy crap. Was he asking what she thought he was asking? "Jake--are you asking me to move in with you?"
He looked at her intently. "Yes. You and Caleb."
Her ears rang as she swallowed his words. As far as practicality, it made sense. After all, when he was in town they spent most of their time together. But moving in, living together? That was a big deal. The part of her that got lost in his blue eyes and thought about waking up to him on Saturday mornings, standing over the stove as he danced around the kitchen with Caleb in his arms, screamed yes. The dreamer, the lover in Keisha wanted nothing more than to take the next step. But the rational part of her mind, the one that was lit up with dread every time an attack ad came on, that wondered when the shoe would drop and Jake would decide he was better off with a socialite than a single mom was leery.
"Are you sure, Jake?" she asked softly. "Do you know what you're getting into?"
"Well hopefully," he whispered, dropping his hand back to her thigh, "I'll be getting between those legs sooner rather than later."
He spoke of Holden, Caleb's dad. Keisha had loved him the moment she set eyes on him, believed every lie he told her. When she got pregnant, he fell off the face of the earth. She’d tried dating after, but those that weren't out for sex usually had a problem with Caleb.
But not Jake. He loved Caleb. Rocking him to sleep, dancing with him, hell, he even tolerated mind numbing programs on the kid network.
His eyes searched hers, needing some sort of sign. Needing a response.
"I know it's a big deal," he said after a moment. "But I love you. I love Caleb. I want to build a home, a future with you."
"I love you too," she said, leaning toward him until her forehead touched his. The contact, skin to skin, made more sense than anything Keisha had ever known.
