Marriage Of Convenience: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story (10 page)

“
I
like you. You’re an easy date. What would you like to order
in?”

“
Pizza!”

“
Great,
so we’ll do that. Meanwhile how about we get a little used to
each other? What would you like to do this afternoon?”

Leila pondered her
options. “Erm, we could go online and see if there are any
interesting properties we want to look at.”

Jonathon laughed and
shook his head. “Always so practical,” he said but he got
up and retrieved his Mac Book anyway.

*****

“
Ugh,
my head is spinning,” Leila said sitting back and rubbing her
eyes.

“
Yeah,
staring at a computer screen for hours will do that to yah,”
Jonathon said still clicking on links.

“
Who
knew finding an appropriate residence would be so hard?” she
complained.

Jonathon laughed, “I
don’t know. It's probably something to do with all your
strident requirements?”

“
I
don’t have strident requirements,” Leila protested.

“
The
ceiling has weird patterns on it? The dining room is disproportional?
These are legit objections from you?”

“
Sure
they are. Do you know how stressed you can get living in a
disharmonious space?” she said.

Jonathon laughed, “I
have your number Leila m’dear. You just don’t want to
move from here.”

Leila was silent. It
was true she loved her apartment, she loved that it was a stone’s
throw from everywhere she frequented; her church, her aunt’s
house, the corner bakery where she got her breakfast pastries…it
was the perfect location.

“
How
about, instead of moving, we expand?” Jonathon suggested.

“
What
do you mean?” Leila asked straightening up.

“
If
we bought the apartment next door, we could just make this one big
enough to accommodate us all, and you wouldn’t have to move.”

“
Good
luck convincing the neighbors to move,” Leila said wryly.

“
Leave
that to me,” Jonathon said.

*****

Jonathon went with her
to see her mother that evening where Dr. Hatfield did indeed confirm
the diagnosis of emphysema. Raychelle was resigned and Leila was
relieved they could at least afford the best care possible now and
they would not be leaving her mother alone in Leila’s house.
She was more worried about announcing that she was married. She’d
tried to convince Jonathon it could wait until her mother was out of
the hospital but he stated, in his not so humble opinion, she’d
be better off knowing right away. I mean they’d have to explain
the apparent elopement; they didn’t want to add hiding it from
her for however long it was that she would be admitted in the
hospital. Leila had to concede that his opinion held merit so here
they were, trying to explain the unexplainable.

“
Mrs.
Masters, your daughter and I have something to tell you,”
Jonathon said once the doctors and nurses had left the room.

Raychelle turned to
look at them, first one then the other. “Let me guess,”
she said with a smile, “You’re together now.”

Leila grimaced, “Yes
and no,” she hedged.

Raychelle lifted her
brows at her, “You want to explain that cryptic comment?”

Leila took a deep
breath and made the plunge. “Jonathon and I got married today,”
she said, avoiding her mother’s eyes. So she didn’t see
Raychelle’s narrowed eyes, or the speculative glance she cast
Jonathon’s way.

“
Why?”
she asked.

Leila looked up at her
in surprise at the calm curious tone in which the question was asked.
She opened her lips to mouth some platitudes but found that she
couldn’t and closed them again. Jonathon was looking at her and
when he saw her difficulty he turned to Raychelle.

“
We
won’t lie to you; it was hardly a love match but just rest
assured it was something we
both
wanted.”

“
Something
you both wanted…” Raychelle repeated. “Is this
supposed to be reassuring?”

Leila shook her head,
“No. But let's just say for legal reasons, that’s all we
can tell you.”

“
Legal
reasons?” Raychelle asked lifting her head from the pillow and
looking perturbed for the first time.

Leila hurried forward,
“Mama relax. No-one’s in trouble okay?”

Raychelle allowed
herself to be eased back on the pillow but continued to stare at them
with trepidation in her eyes.

“
Er,
Jonathon will be moving in with us,” Leila announced as sort of
a distraction. Raychelle’s brows went up again.

“
Why?”
she asked. “Can’t you find somewhere to live? Or can’t
you afford it?”

“
I
didn’t want to move,” Leila said over Jonathon’s
laugh. “So he’s buying the apartment next door and
expanding ours.”

“
Mrs.
Renfield agreed to sell?” Raychelle asked in surprise.

Leila shrugged, “I
don’t know. We haven’t asked yet. We just decided this
afternoon to go with this plan.”

Raychelle nodded,
“Well…congratulations are in order, I guess.”

Jonathon clasped her
folded hands, “Thank you.” He even sounded sincere.

“
You
don’t mind living with your mother in law?” she asked
him.

“
As
long as you don’t mind living with me,” he replied.

Raychelle smiled, “I
guess we’ll see about that.”

*****

They got home a little
later than expected. Jonathon had shown capacity for forethought by
calling the pizza place from the road so it was just ten minutes
after they got in the door that the pizza arrived. Jonathon had
ordered everything; chicken, mushrooms, olives, pineapple; it was an
all you can eat buffet in one pizza. Leila had already disappeared
into the bedroom to change and down a few tots of whiskey that she
still had from the stash Carlyle had brought over. She was going to
fulfill her side of the bargain, but damned if she’d do it
sober.

“
Just
close your eyes and think of England girl,” she told her
reflection in the mirror as she examined her appearance. She was
wearing a red and black dress that Sheila had bought her as a joke.
It had a fitted top which held on to
everything
outlining her double D’s in stark 3D relief. She laughed out
loud at the unintended pun. The dress narrowed at her waist where a
sash emphasized the slimness of it. The satin skirt flared out and
ended just above her knee. The joke part was the embroidered Satan
decorating the bodice complete with three pronged staff. The dress
zipped up the back and was held up on her shoulders by straps…which
were easily untied from the cute bow they made. It was more suitable
for some teen prom debutante with a pink room and teddy bears; but
Leila thought it would just about do for a wedding night as weird as
this one.

She
was startled as Jonathon called her name, informing her the pizza had
arrived. She hurried to the living room bare foot – no need to
go over board, after all she was still healing from when he
hit
her with his car
– and found that
in addition to pizza there was a bottle of wine chilling and two
glasses. She grimaced inwardly, not too convinced of the wisdom of
mixing wine and whiskey; but seeing as it was too late…

She walked forward and
sat on the pillows that Jonathon had artfully arranged beside the
table. He watched her come, appreciation in his eyes.

“
You
look good,” he said.

“
Thank
you,” she replied, accepting the glass he placed in her hand.
“Let’s eat.”

Leila took a deep
breath, and smoothed her hand down Jonathon's chest, letting her
thumb rub against one beaded nipple, making Jonathon's breath hitch
and his body arc up into Leila's touch.

‘
How
about it?’ he’d said like they were in some bar and she
was his hook-up for the night. Maybe that is exactly what she was.
Well, if that’s what she was, might as well act like it.

She turned her face and
pressed her lips against his warm skin, skimming her hand down over
Jonathon's belly as her mouth found his other nipple, tugging it into
her mouth as Jonathon made a little gasping sound and bucked up into
Leila's mouth. Leila ground herself slowly against Jonathon's hip,
turning her body so she could slip her leg down firmly between
Jonathon's, pushing his legs apart, and blanketing Jonathon's body
more completely with her own smaller one.

It was so weird how
it seemed like her brain had just shut down, and her body was taking
over…and what a slut her body was turning out to be…

Jonathon's
erection throbbed against Leila's stomach, and she pushed her hand
down over it, getting a good grasp through the thin cotton of his
boxers, beginning to work it slowly as she ground against Jonathon's
hip.

"Leila -- "
Jonathon's breath came in long, ragged moans now, and Leila raised
her head to look at him. His face was flushed, plush lips parted,
long-lashed eyelids at half-mast from which his green eyes peeked in
dazed surprise.

That’s right
Jonny, bet you don’t think I’m such a nice girl now huh?

He swallowed, and his
Adam's apple bobbed enticingly, so that Leila felt the need to taste,
sliding her body up over Jonathon's so she could reach it, kissing
and nibbling at the stubbled flesh on his neck as her hand worked his
dick. Then his hand was in her hair, tilting her face up so he could
reach her mouth with his impossibly full lips, and suddenly Leila was
drowning in his kiss, tongue and teeth working at Leila's mouth until
her lips felt swollen and bruised and her jaw ached.

Whoa there cowboy…

Somehow, Jonathon
rolled her so that she was on her back and he was on top, pushing his
body between Leila's legs, spreading them so that he could settle
there, grinding his dick against her. Leila had a sense of his
strength as he held her wrists down on the pillows beside her head,
and she experienced a brief thrill of fear as she realized how strong
he was.

Then his mouth was
working Leila's neck, sucking and licking and nibbling as he moved
down, dipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat,
releasing Leila's wrists so his hands could join his mouth in his
exploration of Leila's luscious breasts. The straps of her dress long
having been undone and her dress pushed down to expose them. Jonathon
thumbed Leila's nipples to erection, then took them into his mouth
one at a time, sucking and pulling at them lightly with his teeth.
Leila groaned loudly and arched her back, pushing up into Jonathon's
mouth, and he smiled at that, seeming to enjoy making Leila writhe
and come apart beneath him.

Oh you having a good
time are you? Well so’m I damn you. This was supposed to be
clinical, businesslike, over before it could really begin…hell
there was no need to take my dress off, just pull it up; see? No
panties.

Jonathon
moved lower, scooting backwards on the floor so he was kneeling
between Leila's legs, looking up the length of her body with a smile
that was predatory and dangerous as he slipped his fingers under her
skirt and skittering up her naked thighs to her waiting center,
making Leila shiver.

"I can’t
believe you’re naked under there," he murmured, and Leila
just raised her brow and smiled cheekily, speechless with lust as she
watched Jonathon, still finding it hard to believe this was really
happening.

In one smooth movement,
Jonathon’s finger was inside her, seeking, exploring, mapping
out all her sensitive tissue; making her crazy.

Oh lawd, help me.

Jonathon backed off as
if he heard her thoughts and stood up, so he could push his pants off
and step out of them. And then he just stood there, perfect and naked
and hard and gazing down the length of Leila's body with that
heavy-lidded look that was a mixture of desire, surprise and fear- a
sentiment Leila could relate to because it's what she was feeling as
she looked at Jonathon.

"Fuck, Leila,
you're just -- " Jonathon said and swallowed hard.

Perfect? Beautiful?
Incredible? Dark?

"Come here,"
Leila choked out, and Jonathon complied, crawling onto the pillows
she’s laid on and up her body, so they were flush in each
other's arms again, dick rubbing against her stomach, chests pressed
tight, legs tangled together. Leila took Jonathon's head in her hands
and leaned in for a gentle kiss, then released Jonathon's mouth and
gazed into his eyes again.

"You ready?"
he asked, and Leila shook her head making him laugh.

"You?" she
asked in turn.

He hesitated, then
admitted, "Any readier and I’ll blow my load before
anything happens."

"Eww," Leila
said wrinkling her nose. “Too much information?”

"It's need to
know," Jonathon breathed on a laugh.

"Hmmph, well okay
then…so you gonna..." Leila said wiggling her brows
suggestively.

“
It's
why we're here, right?” Jonathon said.

Leila leaned in for
another soft kiss.

"Such an ass,"
she whispered against Jonathon's mouth.

Jonathon's lips curled
into a smile against Leila's.

"Why thank you
m’dear," he murmured back, and Leila's tongue plunged into
his mouth, silencing them both for a while.

They were both fighting
to get closer, sparring like gladiators in a ring designed to produce
no winners. Leila’s head was spinning with a mixture of
drunkenness and lust and she just. Wanted. Him. Inside. Of. Her.