Authors: Aisha Brooks
ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (13 page)
Chapter 6: More Than A Meal
Not only had Alicia never been on a date to such an upscale restaurant (one, in fact, that most needed to make reservations with months in advance, unless, of course, you were Mr. Arthur), but she had never been on a date with such an upscale man. She was worried about what to wear and how to do her hair, how to speak, and what to order. She then quickly reminded herself that what he liked was her, and so she slipped into a fitting black dress, her heels, and applied dark red lip which sat beautifully upon her skin.
He had picked her up in his BMW, Alicia at first embarrassed by where she herself lived, but it didn’t seem to bother Ross at all. He got out and opened the door for her, quickly glancing at the view as she leaned into the car, admiring her long and muscular calves.
When they arrived to dinner, they ordered and within the hour had shared an appetizer, had their meal, dessert and a bottle of wine. Their conversations were flawless and comfortable. They began by discussing the importance of the job, the ups and downs, what Alicia felt best at and what her goals were, but then it quickly turned into a recount of their histories, their lives, even past lovers.
“I’ve had such a lovely time tonight,” Alicia said confidently. Ross looked down at his hands, seemingly nervous, something he never was, and then reached up and took her hand between his. She was startled and jumped a bit, taken aback by this gesture of intimacy. Her reaction made him stumble.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, and she grabbed his hands back.
“No. Don’t be.” She saw his eyes grown warm and they kept their hands clasped together.
“I have to be honest with you. I realize that this” he motioned with his head to their hands, “could have real consequences for the both of us.” She began to say something but he shook his head, “just let me get this out, please. You are the most significant woman I have ever met in my entire life and I would be foolish to let an opportunity like this pass me by. All of this,” he waved around with his hand, leaving hers for a moment, gesturing towards the restaurant but indicating his life, “isn’t anything when I don’t have anyone to share it with.” She felt tears well in her eyes; he was verbalizing everything she felt, and she had never been with a man who had this pull on her, who could make her cry or even feel as joyful and bliss as he did. She nodded.
“Ross, I feel the same way. I have spent my life fighting a battle that I feel like I’ve finally won…to have such an amazing man by my side would just mean everything to me.” And with that, without any hesitation on who might see them, his bravery shone through like a vibrant sun ray peering through the summer clouds as he leaned across the table and kissed her, pressing his full lips firmly against hers. She grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him back, fighting the urge to move across the table to get better leverage.
“Can I take you back to my apartment?” he asked, breathless. She nodded vigorously.
Chapter 7: Foregoing Boundaries
Ross had held Alicia’s hand the entire ride to his apartment and they had discussed all that their actions would mean, professionally and otherwise. She had leaned over while he at a stop light and kissed him, opening his mouth gently with her tongue and inviting herself into his mouth. He kissed her back, passionately and openly.
When they got to his apartment, Alicia was awestruck, but tried to not let it be shown to Ross so obviously. The apartment was filled with marble floors, vaulted ceilings with gold chandeliers, a maid who had left him a note on his granite countertops, a wine cellar, a view of the entire city and, what she would’ve been the most pleased with, air conditioning that didn’t require a box in the window.
“This place is absolutely gorgeous,” she mentioned. He had handed her a glass of chilled champagne and smiled.
“It can be lonely too,” he mumbled as he came closer to her. His innocence and loss was endearing to her and she realized then that this was something her life was abundantly rich in, life and company. Together, they could each provide the other with something they struggled with; coming together like two mismatched socks that still worked increasingly well and stood strong together.
He kissed her strongly again and lifted her up, carrying her into his bedroom, her champagne still in hand. He laid her down softly upon the bed, a bed so welcoming she felt she could sleep for days there, and she placed her drink on the nightstand. He stood above her and began taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his white button up. She sat back and watched, each masculine and strong hand revealing more and more of his chiseled and tan body.
When he got to the last two buttons, she brought her hand up and undid them for him, kissing from his navel up to his mouth. They kissed, hot and breathlessly, months of sexual desire pent up between the two of them, he unzipped her dress and slid it off her effortless. She leaned down to take off her heels, but he stopped her.
“Leave those on,” he said as he winked; she obeyed. She slid her hands over his body, working her way to his pants and unbuckling his belt quickly and efficiently. She pulled him down on top of her and he slid off her bra, placing each breast in a hand and then his mouth, kissing softly and sucking slightly. She leaned her head back onto the pillows and moaned in pleasure. He kissed from her breasts, down her stomach until he propped himself between her legs, and raised them both, guiding himself into her with his tongue, her voice ringing out in pleasure and her body shaking and contracting in ways that other men had never made her experience before.
She looked down at him and his deep brown eyes looked up at her and smiled. She ran her hands through his thick, luscious hair and then pulled him up, placing her legs on either side of him. She sat on top of him, guiding him slowly inside of her and nuzzled her face into his neck.
“Now I’m in control,” she whispered to him harshly, and he smiled, placing his hands around her waist, feeling her as she guided herself back and forth on top of him. She wrapped her hands around his behind her back. Together they picked up the pace, moving quickly, their bodies and sweat and lips and saliva and tongues coming together until her final thrust made each of them cry out in pleasure and they each rolled back onto the bed, out of breath.
“Spend the night here,” he said to her as he ran his hands through her hair. She reached for her glass of champagne and took a long, slow swig.
“I can’t walk into work with you tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly. He shrugged.
“I don’t care who knows about us. We have something special, a bond,” he pointed out. She nodded, agreeing, but still a bit hesitant.
“I have to refuse to work directly under you, then,” she said, and he admired her honesty and insight, and nodded.
“Of course, if that’s what you think is best. I can move you to another wing, have you work under Mrs. O’Leary if you’d like.” She loved the sound of this; Mrs. O’Leary was a strong woman who spoke up and voiced her opinion in the office, with no qualms or apologies whatsoever.
Conclusion
Quickly, she became a part of his world. He would take her to fancy dinners and professional basketball games. They would fly out to Hawaii for a weekend and make business deals on the flight.
However, he also quickly became a part of her world. He came over and fixed her electricity what it went over, had dinner with her at her mother’s house, meeting her brothers and bringing them to the Bulls games as well. He’d walk with her, hand in hand, down the block she grew up in, sporting sweatshirts and jeans, which she always found endearing as she knew he preferred to be dressed properly. He offered many times to her to move in with him, or get her a nicer place, but she refused. Her roots stood strong within her, and she was stuck to her ground like an old oak tree.
Together, their lives wove together like an old quilt and she draped it around them, forgetting the outside world. He taught her about comfortability financially and emotionally, and she taught him about unconditional love. Their love making was exceptional; an act that made it seem like the task had been made for just the two of them; two worlds always colliding in ways that left them each breathless and desiring more each and every time.
They built their lives and business around each other, successful in both, and Alicia, finally, could take a deep breath, supported by someone in her life that grew his oak tree next to hers, on the same ground, yet each tree with a different history with different branches and blemishes… both rooted in the same soil, still both trees for eternity.
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Aisha Brooks
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: The Life of A Billionaire
Chapter 2: Tami
Chapter 3: Life Changing Decisions
Chapter 4: A Mix Up
Chapter 5: The Truth
Chapter 6: A Meeting
Chapter 7: Positivity
Chapter 8: A Proposal
Chapter 1: The Life of A Billionaire
Albert P. Johnson III, known to his friends as ‘Albie’ was more than a player, he was the ultimate player. Of course, with more than a billion dollars in his bank account he didn’t have to try all that hard to get girls to notice him. Working hard was in Albie’s DNA, as the CEO of TechNo Enterprises there was no doubt about that, but working hard to get girls wasn’t.
It didn’t matter where Albie went, it was inevitable that he wouldn’t go home alone, in fact on most occasions he went home with a selection of girls. The limousine would be crammed full of twenty somethings, each hoping that they would be the one to break the handsome Albert P. Johnson III of his playboy ways, yet none of them ever were.
Albie enjoyed his freedom, he enjoyed having money and, most of all, he enjoyed sowing his wild oats.
“Sir.” Holmes nodded at his master as he opened the bedroom curtains to let some light in. “I dislike waking you, but you have a meeting with the board at three o’clock and it is already one forty five.” Albie groaned, pulling the covers up over his head, an action that was greeted with giggling by a blonde twenty something.
“I doubt the committee would be thrilled about waiting, sir.” Holmes had no fear of being fired from Albie’s service, after all he had been in the family for decades and it was Albie’s father who paid his salary. All he had to do was attempt to keep Albie on the straight and narrow, or at least out of the tabloids – something which was much easier said than done.
“Miss, I am afraid that you will need to…” He searched for a politer word, but coming up with nothing he finished his sentence, “leave.” The girl in Albie’s bed pouted her plump lips and Albie shrugged.
“Sorry babe, there’s business to tend to.” The girl sighed loudly and without a thought for Holmes’s presence in the room she climbed out of the bed completely naked.
“Perhaps, Miss, you are in need of this?” Holes reached down and picked up a wrinkled mesh shirt from the floor. The girl took it with another annoying giggle and continued picking up the rest of her clothes from wherever they had landed the night before. “I suggest you utilize the bathroom to change and when you are ready I will see you out.”
Albie tugged at his tie and jerked his thick neck to the left with a resounding crack. He felt every set of eyes in the coffee shop staring at him, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. The six foot four billionaire had played football in college and through the rigors of regular gym time he had managed to maintain the body of an eighteen year old.
“Quad espresso, please.” Albie detested the ins and outs of everyday life, but the coffee shop was the one place that he refused to allow Holmes to tackle for him, after all, he never got it right.
“Sure, darlin’. Can I get you a cookie to go with that? Or how about one of our chocolate muffins?” The young black woman appeared to be attempting a double entendre, but Albie didn’t have time to notice.
“No, thank you. Just the coffee.” She lingered in his blue-eyed gaze momentarily.
“That’ll be $5.69 please.” Pulling a small stack of bills out of his pocket, Albie fumbled momentarily before handing her a $10 bill.
“Keep the change.” Albie didn’t bother with change, something that had always annoyed his father. ‘You don’t get to be a billionaire by letting people keep the change,’ he always said. Albie viewed it differently, you didn’t get to be the billionaire by waiting around for change. Time was money.
“Look at you, Mr. Big Spender!” The girl beamed as she slid her tongue over her plump lower lip. Albie paused and then smiled.
“You get what you pay for.” He said as he slid down to the waiting area of the coffee bar.
“Well honey, I would pay a million bucks for you!” She giggled mischievously as she called after Albie. He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.
Albie didn’t meet women like that often, the strong, secure type. Rather, he tended to attract the insecure ones, the ones with daddy issues and the ones hoping against all hope that they could spend just a fraction of his money. As he waited for his coffee he watched her chatting away with each customer and when she cracked another flirtatious joke with one of the men in line he felt a twinge of jealousy deep in his gut.
“Quad espresso!” The server called as she pushed his drink towards him. Albie gave the girl behind the till one last look as he grabbed his drink and turned to leave.
As he slipped in to the back of his car, Albie found himself wondering about the possibilities of life with a girl like the barista. A girl who had, in respects to him, nothing and yet seemed to take life as it came with a smile. She was so unlike anything he had ever known that he felt almost as if he had witnessed a foreign creature in an alien zoo.
“Everything alright, Sir?” Holmes questioned from behind the steering wheel. Albie nodded, deep in thought.
“Drive on, Holmes.”
