Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (16 page)

“What’s the old Junebug doing to you this time?” Rachel said, snickering.

Victoria huffed, “She wants me to go to the stupid party tomorrow. I wanted to refuse and she threatened to take away my money! She has no right to do that. I think I really need to start getting more independent.”

Rachel looked at her with a sneer.

“More independent? Like a common person or something?” Rachel said. Victoria side eyed her.

Tiffany stepped in to validate Victoria’s feelings. She couldn’t
always
let Rachel walk all over her. “Hey Rach, not everyone is content with getting spoonfed their whole life. I see what she means. If her mother wants to control her, the best way to get over that is by finding a job, or finding a way to prove to her that you don’t need her,” Tiffany said. It was a rare moment of standing up for herself.

“Whatever,” Rachel grumbled. She didn’t like being told off.

They took huge swigs of wine. Their first cigarettes were done so they all lit another one. The flickering of their lighters made it look like they were a coven of witches gathered in the darkness.

Rachel wasn’t quite through despite Tiffany’s attempts to stop her ranting.

“Well, I guess I can see what you mean by being independent. But for me, that just means finding another bank accounts to drain. I want to live in wealth my whole life. Idiots think that means working hard, but I know what I need to do. I need to find some sucker to marry. You know John? He would make a good candidate. See, if he ever found out that I was fucking Tobias, that would ruin everything. But that doesn’t mean I don’t work hard! I work hard too! I work hard to keep my men in line so I get what I want at the end of the day,” Rachel said.

Sometimes Rachel seemed over-the-top evil. You wonder why anyone would be friends with someone like that. But Rachel knew how to have a good time. She threw amazing parties and she invited everyone. She believed in charity work. To her, charity meant inviting the losers to her parties. She was actually equally kind to everyone. That kindness just fell a little short, typically. But when Rachel wanted to be nice, she could be nice. There was a girl in her class whose entire family had lost their wealth during the stock market crash of 2009. Rachel had paid for that girl to have a prom dress flown in from Italy. Out of the blue, she would have these random acts of kindness that no one could figure out. It seemed to make up for her perpetual bitchiness.

Neither Tiffany nor Victoria quite had the energy to combat Rachel’s gold digging statement. Or to combat the fact that she was cheating on her boyfriend. Rachel didn’t seem to have a great grasp of fidelity in romance. For the most part, she appeared to be a loyal friend, so that made up for it. Tiffany and Victoria both looked the other way as she steered her relationships down the path of certain doom.

The three girls gossiped a lot more as they worked their way through the wine. They talked about what Naya Bitters was wearing at their last party, how Jim Kohn was flat broke and how Hannah Frye’s mother was actually a high class escort. The more the drank, the deeper the secrets spilled. Victoria wasn't as heavy of a drinker as Tiffany or Rachel. As they pounded back their bottles, she took it nice and slow. She savored the taste of her four hundred dollar bottle while Rachel and Tiffany drank their stress away. Victoria might not have been drinking, but she was smoking heavily. Almost too heavily.

Four cigarettes in, and she thought her head was going to explode. Heavy and lightweight at the same time, Victoria was being transported into another dimension. Ugh. She thought she was going to be sick. Just when Victoria couldn't stand smoking anymore, Rachel and Tiffany decided it was time to leave. It was practically dark out.

“I’m sorry, loser, but we’ve got to get going,” Rachel said before kissing Victoria goodbye on the cheek. Tiffany was too drunk to say much. The two girls left Victoria sitting on her roundtable with half a bottle of wine left. She wasn’t quite ready to go inside. There was a chance she would have to face her mother, or worse, run into her overbearing father coming home from a long day at work. Victoria decided to finish her pack of cigarettes, far away from their nagging.

It was quiet. The cool New England air was seeping through her cardigan, chilling her almost to the bone. It was hard to believe that it was already September. Summer had seemed to go by so quickly. It was all a huge blur: drinking, partying, trips to the Vineyard. Victoria hoped she’d have many more of these wonderful vacations. Since she had turned 12, every summer was an opportunity for exploration, adventure and pure Dionysian debauchery.

Victoria was lost in thought when she heard footsteps and the loud noise of someone clearing their throat. She went to turn around thinking that it was her father, but it wasn’t. An unfamiliar white male stood before her. Victoria would’ve been afraid, but he was covered in dirt and holding three red roses in his right hand. Her mother loved those roses. Victoria put two and two together and quickly figured out that the man standing before her was her gardener. But what was he doing here? And why had he stopped right in front of her? Gross.

“You know it’s not good for a young lady to smoke,” he said.

Victoria took a closer look at the man was invading her space. She could admit that he wasn’t bad looking, and he couldn’t be that much older than she was. Maximum five or six years. Victoria glared at him. How presumptuous of him to think that he knew what was best for her. Just because she was a woman she shouldn’t smoke? What a crap pickup line, if that was what it was.

“What exactly is your name?” Victoria said. She maintained her snooty, uptight attitude towards him. She didn’t want him to think for a second she was amused by his little line.

“I’m Craig Stewart. These cancer sticks are pretty bad for your health,” he said, smirking.

“I’m aware. But you know what is good for your health? Minding your damn business. I’ve heard it causes old men to live even longer,” Victoria snapped back. A lifetime of tussling with Rachel left her well prepared for any verbal altercation.

Craig was surprised.
Firecracker
. He thought to himself.

Craig laughed. He wanted to take her seriously, but there was no way he was in any way intimidated by this young, upper-class princess. He had never met Victoria personally, but he gathered that she was the daughter of the people he was working for. Victoria was unamused. She didn’t understand why this guy was even standing here. She was taken aback, though. Normally when she spoke this harshly harshly, it rid her of anyone who was troubling her. But instead, Craig seemed to find it amusing.

Craig laughed because he had encountered people far tougher than Victoria. He had grown up in extreme poverty, with decidedly lower class parents. He had to work for everything that he’d ever had. Now, he was 30 years old and working as a gardener for the Brookers. Why? Wasn’t he a little old to just be starting his career? Sort of. Craig had worked his way through college. A combination of the bad economy, low wages, and various family crises meant that he had just finished school at 28.

He was proud of himself for having done it at all on his own. Most people from his neighborhood were on stripper poles or in crack dens. Having a college degree was a big deal to him. Craig’s biggest dream was to start his own landscaping business. He had a plan for it all too. In order to do that, he wanted to network with the best of the best clients. He wanted to have contacts and clients so that when he finally got the business loan he’d been working towards, he would be well prepared to launch. He had no plans to be a failure.

Seeing that Craig’s laughter was going to be his only response, Victoria snapped again.

“Who exactly are you?”

“Well, my official title is ‘The Gardener’,” Craig joked. Victoria pursed her lips to let him know that she wasn’t amused. In that instant, she looked like the spitting image of June. Sure, she thought it was a little funny, but she didn’t want to throw this guy any bones. Who knew what his intentions were. Victoria was a little bit out of it. All the wine and cigarettes had her head spinning like a top. Her thoughts floated in and out of her head aimlessly to the point where she hardly knew what was going on.

“What exactly are you doing here so late?” Victoria demanded to know.

“Well, your mother is having a big party and she wanted me to do a few extra odd jobs out back. I’ll do anything for a little extra cash,” he said, flashing her a big smile. 

Victoria had to admit that he seemed nice enough. And she was getting lonely without her friends. The more she smoked and the more she pondered the way her parents had complete control over her life, the more upset she got. Now that her friends had left, using this gardener as a little distraction couldn’t be that bad. It was a little embarrassing to socialize with her gardener of all people but Victoria’s loneliness trumped her potential for social humiliation.

“Want to sit down and have a glass of wine? It’ll take the workday edge off,” Victoria suggested.

Craig couldn’t help but agree. After all, she was the boss’s daughter and who would he be to say no to her request? Plus, he thought Victoria was absolutely gorgeous.

“Sure. I guess since I’m off the job, drinking couldn’t be so bad,” Craig said. He sat down and Victoria offered him a sip straight out of the bottle. Wine glasses were for the weak.

Craig found this entire situation amusing. He was simply trying to say hello, and somehow he had been roped into sitting down and having wine with the New England Princess. Funnier than that, this rich little princess was African American. When he was younger, Craig thought all rich people were white. He couldn’t believe that he was working for a wealthy black family. He wondered what his parents would say about it. As was typical of the poor white people from his neighborhood, Craig’s family was extremely racist.

They would be appalled at what he was doing. Craig didn’t give a damn what any of them thought. Their closed-mindedness was a huge part of the reason they still languished in poverty. Craig wanted to be the last of his family to have to experience that pain. That was why he was here at the Brooker Mansion anyway.

Sitting down next to this girl who had never known the word “no,”  Craig got a glimpse into a world that he so desperately wanted to be part of. Victoria Brooker certainly looked the part. Her dark skin had not a single blemish. She was wearing a full face of makeup, even though she was just lounging around the house. Her clothing was high-end in every way, from her J.Crew cashmere cardigan to her J Brand jeans.  Victoria had large, dark brown eyes that slanted downward just a bit. Her nose was wide and flat and looked as cute as a button. Her hair was in fresh, long Senegalese twists that hit her waist. She smelled like deep, musky perfume, something similar to Chanel No. 5, but not quite it.

As they drank silently together, Craig couldn’t help but crack a smile. This was all so absurd to him. What could he possibly have in common with this woman who had clearly never worked a day in her life? He wondered what on earth someone like that could possibly have to say.

“So… Are you enjoying the evening?” Craig asked. The silence was getting to him. He needed to say something, at least make an effort to converse with this girl. She invited him to sit down, but she didn’t seem very intent on initiating any conversation.

Victoria scoffed “Not at all. Things are going to shit. Have to go to the stupid party tomorrow, and my friends are being twats. Well, Rachel is being a twat. I guess that’s just who she is,” Victoria mumbled.

The alcohol was getting to her. She was most certainly drunk. Drunk enough to spill all her hidden thoughts about her friends, at least.

Craig thought this information was juicy enough to justify continuing to sit with her.
What the hell am I doing.
Craig thought to himself.  He ignored his inhibitions and continued to converse with the little princess. He pressed Victoria more about her friends, the party her parents were forcing her to go to, and her various frustrations. He tried to fight back a smile this time. If he wanted to get to know what kind of problems the rich and wealthy had, it wouldn’t do to mock her.

After venting for 25 minutes, Victoria’s mind went to a different place. You know how wine gets to you. After more than half a bottle, the world starts to look very different. You feel a little bit more romantic, a little bit more sleazy. Exactly that was happening to Victoria, and dirty ideas entered her mind. Craig was starting to look
so
sexy. Plus he was a great listener! This was almost like a first date… (Wine-brain was magnificent at twisting reality.) Was the idea that popped into her head wrong? Most certainly. If her parents found out, they would be beyond angry. Somehow, the thought of her parents anger made Victoria want to do it even more. Victoria had got it into her head that she should blow her gardener.

In the middle of her sentence, Victoria stopped and made a sharp turn. “So, you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, right?” she asked. Craig was completely taken aback. He hadn’t seen that one coming at all. He was not even close to Victoria’s point of drunkenness.

He answered truthfully, “No, I don’t.” That was enough for Victoria to make her move. It was shocking. Victoria actually hadn’t had sex with anyone in her life. But she knew how to give a damn good blowjob. In fact, she used blowjobs as a tool to string plenty of her old boyfriends around on never giving up the cookie.

“Well, if you’re not too busy, I think I have an idea of something a little bit more fun we can do,” Victoria said. She let her hand wander over to his thigh and she grabbed it tightly. Craig got the message. He couldn’t really believe what was happening, but he’d had a fair amount of wine himself at this point. He didn’t know what exactly this girl had in mind, but he decided to go along with it just for the hell of it. Making decisions under the influence of alcohol was a bad idea for both Craig and Victoria. By chance, both of them tended to make their worst decisions after a couple drinks. Yes, Victoria was so irresponsible that she decided to give her gardener a blowjob just for the hell of it.  Let’s just say alcohol is bad news for her all around.

She got out of her chair and stooped between Craig’s legs.

No fucking way.
He thought to himself. Was he really about to get a blowjob from his employer’s daughter? Craig immediately knew sitting down for that glass of wine was a terrible idea. But he was in too deep. He’s already accepted her proposition, and now she was stooped between his legs, ready to perform. If he rejected her now, she could become angry and who knew what she would do. A bratty, wealthy woman on a path of vengeance was not what he wanted to deal with. Plus, it’s not every day you get a no-strings-attached blowjob offer after work. Before he could think this through any more, Victoria popped his cock out of his pants. Even in her drunken state, she was impressed. Craig was packing.

His cock was at least 8 inches long and incredibly thick. It was gorgeous and circumcised, and the bulging red strawberry tip was oozing with pre-come. Victoria thought his cock looked incredibly delicious. She couldn’t wait to taste it. She slowly wrapped her hands around the base, gripping tightly. The moment Craig felt her soft hands touch his skin he was enveloped in ecstasy. Her hands were so soft it felt as if she hadn’t done a lick of housework in her entire life. (He wasn’t that far from the truth.) The feeling of her small hands wrapped tightly around him made him instantly hard. As his member filled Victoria's mouth, she moaned loudly. Her moan startled him, and she suddenly realized that she was blowing her gardener in plain sight. Even if it was dark, anyone looking down from the house could see her. Even Victoria’s drunken mind knew that was too risky...

"Let's move over there," Victoria suggested, gesturing over to a shadowy corner where they had less of a chance of being seen.

Craig obliged. He had no reason not to. He stood up and pressed his back against the dark wall. Victoria followed and dropped to her knees. She looked so sexy down there, kneeling before him. Craig couldn't believe this was happening. He had to admit that he hadn't gotten laid in a while, so stumbling onto the eager mouth of Victoria Brooker was better than he could have hoped for.

Victoria plunged Craig's entire length into her mouth in one go. He grunted and threw his head back into the wall, almost injuring himself. Ouch. But she was that good. Victoria began to suck the life out of Craig. She took his entire length deep down her throat. She moaned as she used her tongue to slobber along his shaft. She flicked her tongue over his soft strawberry cock head. Craig had never had such a passionate blowjob.

It wasn't just the fact that she was sucking him off with incredible vigor. She had such passion in her eyes. Her lips were stretched wide around his pulsing cock as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She never gagged once or emitted a single sound of displeasure. It was as if she felt at home with a dick in her mouth.

Victoria upped the ante. She knew how to bring a man to his knees and take him by surprise, too. She used her spit-covered hands to grasp Craig's balls and massage each testicle slowly in her palm. Her hands were incredibly soft, causing his balls to feel like they were enveloped in a plush cloud. Craig hoped her mouth would touch his balls soon. Victoria was an expert at reading Craig and delivering exactly what he wanted.

She kept her hands pumping his cock furiously and moved her mouth down to his velvety ballsack. She enveloped each of his testicles in her mouth and sucked on them ever so gently. Craig couldn’t believe this. She was fucking amazing. She was an expert at pleasuring him with both her hands and her mouth simultaneously. Craig felt his cock stiffen. He was about to bust. Victoria could tell, and for her final move she put his cock back in her mouth. She sucked him with increased pressure and moved her finger down to massage his perineum. It was taboo, but she knew that men liked it even if they were too afraid to ask. She massaged him slowly as she sucked the life out of him. Then, Victoria moved her finger even further back. She used her index finger to massage the area outside of Craig’s asshole. He couldn’t believe this was happening. As she let her finger push past his sphincter, Craig groaned. He couldn’t help himself. He had never had a woman be so bold and forward with him, especially someone he hardly knew, but he liked it. She wasn’t afraid to express her sexuality.