The Billionaires Love Curves Finale - a BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance

The Billionaires Love Curves 3

A  BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance By..

CJ HOWARD

Summary

Lacey Butler is a cute, curvy African American girl from a very modest background. So the fact she is marrying Cole Tyler, one of the most powerful billionaires in New York, should surely make her the happiest girl in the world.

However, just as she is feeling on top of the world she begins to make a few startling discoveries that make her wonder if Cole is all he really seems to be....

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CJ Howard
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ALSO BY CJ HOWARD

SEDUCED BY MR BIG STUFF

Harvey Mann has it all. Good looking, Wealthy, Intelligent and he can have any woman he wants.
Well almost any woman that is...
Stacey fails to see what other women see in him. She sees him as an arrogant player who is totally in love with himself. He is the type of man she was warned by her mother to stay away from.
However, fate eventually brings her and Harvey closer and Stacey begins to discover his more sensitive side which leads her into discovering exactly how Harvey got the nickname of “Mr Big Stuff”....
Is Stacey set to become yet another notch on Mr Big Stuff's bed post or is there something more to this relationship? Furthermore, has Mr Big Stuff finally met a woman who can actually challenge him?

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Contents

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

Chapter9

Chapter1

Elaine had parked herself on the richly upholstered sofa in the middle of the room. Just in front of her was a platform surrounded by mirrors. She held a champagne glass in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She was talking to her boss and telling her that she was feeling slightly nauseous and wouldn't be back after lunch as planned, she hoped that would be all right.

“Okay, Lacey, come on out!” Elaine called as soon as she'd clicked off her cell. “Let's see how you look in this one.”

Lacey was in the changing rooms of the bridal gown shop on this lazy Monday. It was late morning and she'd taken the day off work. Elaine had asked her boss for an extended lunch break to help Lacey shop but couldn't go back to work until they had found the perfect dress.

A few seconds later, Lacey appeared, closely followed by the shop assistant who was looking tired now that Lacey had been trying on dresses for the past hour.

“What do you think?” she asked Elaine as she stepped up onto the platform. The assistant smiled and nodded, but Lacey looked to Elaine for assurances.

“Mmm, well...” Elaine was screwing up her face.

“Well, if you're saying that,” Lacey said, trying to get a view of the back of the dress in one of the mirrors, “then it isn't right.”

Lacey spun around in the long, flouncy white dress and then hitched it up before stepping off the platform.

“Maybe I should go for something that's a little less fussy. I don't think I can carry off all these layers upon layers of netting. It's too much.”

“You need something to show off those curves,” Elaine said, knocking back a sip of champagne. 

The shop assistant eyed her from the side, she had been counting the number of glasses of champagne Elaine had consumed.

“I have an idea,” the assistant said. “Wait just one moment.”

Lacey walked over to where Elaine sat as the shop assistant disappeared to find what would hopefully be “the one.”  Lacey picked up her glass of champagne which had lost its sparkle since she'd spent all her time in and out of dresses, and in and out of the changing room.

“Here,” Elaine said, “here's a fresh glass, let me pour you another.” She filled a second glass but just as she did, the wedding dress assistant came along, holding an ivory white dress in shimmering satin over her arms. Both Lacey and Elaine stopped like a freeze frame, their mouths open.

“Wow!” Lacey finally managed to say, walking up to the assistant. “Where were you hiding this? Is it my size, can I try it on?”

“This way,” the assistant said and Lacey followed her to the changing room, stopping before she vanished behind the white curtain to wave both hands, fingers crossed, in Elaine's direction. Elaine crossed her fingers too and blew Lacey a kiss.

Elaine grew impatient waiting to see if this was the knock-out dress that the girls had been hoping to get. They were at the most exclusive bridal dress shop in the city. They had read about it and booked an appointment a week ago, talking dresses nonstop for that whole week until they even began to bore each other with wedding plans.

Lacey had been determined to get something off the peg rather than go for a designer dress. Cole had been trying to push dress designers her way since she mentioned this dress shop, but Lacey saw it as the bride's prerogative to choose and struggled to get Cole to back off and he finally did.

Lacey coughed loudly from the back of the shop.

“Are you ready for this?” she called to Elaine who had been texting as she waited.

“Come on out, the suspense is killing me.”

As Lacey walked back into the show room, Elaine took a long, deep breath. She didn't release it and started to turn red.

“You hate it?” Lacey bit her bottom lip.

“Of course I don't hate it!” Elaine blurted out. “I love it. It's phenomenal!”

She sprung from her seat and walked around Lacey who had stepped up on to the platform and was looking at herself in the mirror.

“It's perfect,” Lacey breathed, and stood looking at her reflection.

The ivory white dress contrasted her caramel colored skin to perfection. It had a deep plunging neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, enough to be dramatic but not too much to be showy. The sleeves were long and formed a v-point on her wrists, a slight puff at the shoulders in a 1950s fashion. The bodice was smooth and fitted, tight at the waistband but not uncomfortably so. The skirt was closely cut to her curvaceous hips and stayed narrow to the very bottom where it tailed out, very slightly, to make walking easy. It zipped at the side and the front was adorned with tiny crystals that caught the light sending little rainbow spotlights around the room as Lacey moved.

“Oh, Lacey. When Cole sees you in this, he'll die.”

“I love it so much, I'm not sure I care what he thinks, I just want to wear it every day.” She was up on her toes, imagining what the dress would look like in heels.

“Here,” the assistant said, holding out an ivory colored, lace veil. “Try this.”

Lacey looked at Elaine. Elaine nodded her head.

Lacey took the veil and attached the little clips to her hair. She pulled the front of the veil over her face and looked into the mirror again.

“I'll take it,” she said. “This is the one. Call off the search. All I need is the right pair of shoes, bouquet...”

“Sexy underwear,” Elaine continued, “and a kick ass maid of honor dress to complement yours and we have a wedding.”

“Yes, what color do you want, Elaine? We need to plan you now,” Lacey said stepping off the platform and pulling the veil off her face.

“No, let's get you all fitted out. I'm easy to please – as you know. As long as it doesn't clash with red hair, I'm happy. Come on. Let's do lunch and hope I don't bump into anyone from work. I told them I was sick so I could have more time.”

“I don't want to get you in trouble,” Lacey said, heading for the changing room.

“You can't get me into trouble, I do that all by myself. Lunch is on me.”

They left the bridal shop full of excitement, Elaine was also full of champagne, so was particularly loud as she linked Lacey's arm as they walked down the street.

“What is it?” Elaine said after a while. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I might be going mad here, Elaine, but I keep seeing this guy everywhere we've been this morning. And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I saw him when we left the apartment.”

“Where?”

“No, don't make it obvious. Quick, there's a little Italian restaurant on the next block.” She pulled Elaine across a busy street. Drivers started tooting their horns loudly but Lacey gripped Elaine's arm tight and ran with her to the sidewalk on the other side and darted down a side road.

“This is the place,” she said, looking over her shoulder and pulling Elaine into the restaurant.

“Table for two?” the waitress asked, already leading the girls to a window seat and holding out her hand so they could sit. The place was buzzing and noisy, the window had no curtains and looked out across to a bookshop, a pet shop and a florist on the other side. There were tables and chairs outside the restaurant.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” Elaine was still out of breath. “You know you could have gotten us killed. I didn't have to lie to my boss, I just needed you to push me under a car so I could get the afternoon off.”

“Don't be silly, Elaine, I knew what I was doing?” Lacey was craning her neck to look out of the window.

“Are we safe now?” Elaine said.

“Drinks?” the waitress had returned and stood by their table with a notepad. The girls ordered a bottle of house red, both choosing to have pasta and salad from the menu. As Lacey closed the menu and was about to hand it back to the waitress, she froze.

“I can't believe this,” she whispered as she returned the menu.

Elaine handed hers back, too, and quickly stopped to peep out of the window to see what it was Lacey had seen.

“Lacey, you are really starting to freak me out now. What's wrong with you?” Elaine said.

“That's just it. I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Not anymore. Just out there is the guy I told you I saw outside our apartment. He was looking into a shop window when we stopped at the first bridal shop and there he was again when we bought the dress.”

“But why would some guy be following us? Who is he? You recognize him? A jealous ex who heard you were getting married?” Elaine said.

“No, I haven't seen this guy before in my life.”

“The big guy with the bald head?”

“That's him.” Lacey nodded.

“He's talking to someone on one of those ear phone things they have in spy movies.” Elaine said, trying to discreetly spy on him while holding up a mirror, pretending to fix her hair.

“He can't be.” Lacey said holding her hand in front of her face but trying to see the bald man through her fingers.

“Well, if he can be following us why can't he have a walkie talkie device too?”

“That's true,” Lacey agreed. “Jesus. He
is
talking and the big black guy sitting outside is doing it too. Shit. Why are we being followed?”

“I have no idea. But could we eat first and find out later. I'm starved. Besides if they kidnap us, God knows when we'll get our next meal.”

“Elaine, take this seriously.” Lacey flopped back in her chair, trying not to laugh.

The waitress came back to the table with their lunch. They forgot about spies and espionage as soon as Elaine brought out another bridal magazine and flicked to the pages with suspender belts, garters and hold-up stockings. Soon Lacey was able to forget this crazy notion that they were being followed and daydream about her dress. She had left it in the shop to be altered and couldn't wait for the fitting.

They finished lunch and left the restaurant, slightly tipsy and still very excited about the dress. Elaine hailed a cab and it zoomed them back to their apartment.

As they pulled up, Elaine spent a lot of time teasing the driver and asking him whether or not he was single. Lacey stepped out onto the sidewalk outside their apartment and held the door open, waiting for Elaine who finally decided she'd give the poor driver a break and pay him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lacey saw another taxi had also stopped quite a few yards down the road. The people getting out of the cab looked familiar. She squinted. It was them. The big bald white guy and the black man from earlier. She knew it was them. She said nothing to Elaine because she knew Elaine was bound to make a fuss. They entered the apartment block, Lacey keeping one eye on them, the other on getting Elaine inside without her drunk feet tripping her over.

That night, after tossing and turning in bed, Lacey got up and looked out of her bedroom window. There was a car parked outside. She could see there were people sitting in the front seats, two men, two very broad men but not the same as the ones from earlier, she didn't think. But why were they there and what did they want?

Lacey couldn't sleep and every time she peeped outside, the car was still parked, lights out, the window slightly cracked open. She went to her bed and sat up. Eventually, exhaustion forced her eyes closed and she woke up with a bad headache the next morning.

When she left the apartment, the car had gone but just as she was about to enter her office building she caught a glimpse of the bald guy again. He turned his back on her quickly and walked away. But it was too late. She'd seen him and she knew she wasn't going mad. She was being followed.

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“Cole, I need to speak to you.”