Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story (8 page)

“Who
is this girl?” his father finally spoke, his voice rough and
accented.

He told
them about her and what she did and made sure to tell them how
beautiful and ambitious she was, a desperate play on his part for
them to accept her.

“We
marry our own,” he was told gruffly and looking at his mother
he realized that she would be no help as usual, he was on his own.
“You have your pick of perfectly suitable women in China who
are your match in education. We will not approve of some American
woman who works in a fast food restaurant,” he continued, his
voice expressionless.

“I
don’t want some woman in China that I don’t even know!”
He had raised his voice in frustration and pushed back from his seat.
“I am not leaving her and besides she is pregnant with my
child.” He desperately wished that the mention of a child would
soften them up but it did not.

“If
you continue to see this girl we will take away the fine things you
have gotten used to over the years!” his father had stood as
well and his voice thundered around the room.

*****

Peter
and Lucy Yang were old school. They had gotten married when she was
sixteen and he was eighteen in a traditional Chinese wedding. The
marriage had been prearranged and even though they had not married
for love, it was a marriage that had sustained the years. They had
built a fortune together, it was more of a partnership and it worked
well for them.

Peter
was plain and stucco and his facial expression always carried a stern
look that most people shied away from. Lucy on the other hand was
tall, willowy and beautiful and their only son had gotten his looks
from her and his height as well. She and her husband had separate
bedrooms and they preferred it that way because they did not get in
each other's way.

Lucy
Yang poured the tea into delicate white bone china cups and waved
away the maid who had been imported from China and passed the cup to
Rosa. They were seated inside the huge living room and the opulence
of the room and the art lavishly displayed took her breath away. It
was afternoon tea and she had taken time off from the restaurant to
meet with his parents. John sat beside her and every now and then he
would touch her arm briefly to remind her that he was there for her.

John had
told them that he had been seeing Rosa for some time and that she was
carrying his child. Their expression had remained stoic and they had
not said anything for the past several minutes.

Rosa
took a sip of the tea that had a relaxing taste to it and was
thankful that her stomach had decided to behave.

“Mr.
and Mrs. Yang, John told me about the misgivings you have in terms of
us raising a child together,” Rosa began, trying to downplay
what John had told her about the scene. “But I can assure you
that this is not some fling, we are in this thing together and you
will come to realize that I am not a bad person after all.” She
gave a weak smile.

It was
Lucy Yang who spoke in her quiet cultured voice with only a trace of
accent. “Ms. Hurley, I am sure you are a very nice young
woman,” the woman gave her a slight smile. “But we have a
tradition and we marry our own kind. We want the best for our son and
I am sure you appreciate that.” She poured more tea into the
cup and Rosa felt her stomach churning. She wanted to rail at them
and tell them she might not be as educated as they were but she could
hold her own. How dare they put her down like that. But taking a deep
breath, she drank down the tea and resolved not to let these narrow
minded people upset her. She had chosen to be with John and she had
to accept the good as well as the bad and it was not like she needed
their damn money.

There
was no more talk about their being together and their having a baby
together. She was asked politely about her restaurant and how she
intended to find a way to fulfill her dreams.

Rosa
answered just as politely. She wanted so much to get out of there but
she stayed, for John’s sake. He had started to argue but it
made no difference and they left shortly after.

The
drive to his apartment was conducted in silence. Apart from the rigid
curling of his hands on the steering wheel, his face was
expressionless. Rosa did not know what to say to him and she did not
want to project her feelings on to him to make him feel worse. They
had made it plain as day, she did not belong to their family and even
though she was carrying their grandchild it made no difference to
them.

He made
her some soup as soon as they reached the apartment and had taken off
their coats. It had been frigid outside and it was almost the end of
January. They had been getting some heavy snow falls.

“I
am sorry,” he told her in anguish, kneeling before her and
placing his head in her lap. “I am sorry to put you through
that.”

Rosa
combed her fingers through his hair, her expression tender. “You
have nothing to apologize for,” she told him. “It’s
what they are used to John and I cannot resent them for it, well
maybe I can but it’s what they know.”

He stood
up abruptly and started pacing the floor. “I hate how rigid
they get!” he said tightly, his hands clenched. “This is
supposed to be the happiest time of our lives and they ruined it for
us.” He plowed his fingers through his hair and stood in front
of her, his expression grim.

She
stood and her head felt dizzy and she swayed against him. He grabbed
her and pulled her into his arms. “What’s wrong?”
his voice was urgent as he lifted her and took her to the bedroom,
laying her gently on the bed. “Vertigo,” she told him,
placing a hand on her forehead as her eyes started to focus. “I
got up too fast.”

“Are
you sure?” he asked her anxiously, peering at her face.

“I
am sure,” she told him softly, pulling him down on the bed
beside her. “Can we forget about your parents for a little
bit?”

“What
do you have in mind?” he asked her huskily, running a hand over
her face.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she told
him, one hand reaching down to cup him.

He
uttered a groan and moved against her hand. “No problem,”
he ducked his head and captured her mouth with his, his tongue
probing hers as his hand went to work reaching under her skirt. He
slipped two fingers inside her, reaching deep and then pulling out to
rub her vulva with the wetness he had encountered inside her. Rosa
groaned and nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, drawing blood. He
felt the sting go through him and he cried out as she pulled his lip
into her mouth to suck the blood away. His erection bored through his
pants and he felt as if he was going to burst with desire. With a
sharp cry he released his penis and climbed on top of her. Both of
them were still fully dressed but they could not take the time to get
out of their clothes, the need was so great.

He
entered her slowly at first but with an impatient movement, Rosa
opened her legs so that he could get further inside her. “I
don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her mouth.
His lip was throbbing where she had bit him and just the thought of
it made him thrust even deeper inside her.

“You
won’t,” she gripped his waist with her legs. “I
want it fast,” she told him, her hands gripping his hair.

With a
tortured groan he complied and lifting her hips. He plunged inside
her, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her fast against
him. He pulled out to the tip, suspended above her before plunging
back inside her. He wanted to crawl inside her and with a restless
movement he shoved up her sweater to reveal a black lace bra, the
hardened nipples pushing through. He feasted on her breast, his
tongue licking as he thrust inside her. Rosa was out of her mind with
desire and with a feverish moan she gripped his penis as he came out
of her, her hand going over it and placing it against her opening. He
was wet with her juice and she placed her fingers inside his mouth
and then hers. He felt the build up inside his testicles and with a
hoarse cry he pulled out her. “No!” she cried out but
without a word he held his throbbing member in his hand and just as
he was about to explode he plunged back inside her, gathering her
hips to meet his frantic thrusts, his cries mingling with hers as the
floodgates opened and threatened to engulf them.

A few
minutes later when he was able, he took off her clothes and his as
well and carried her to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it
cascade over their bodies. He bent down before her and with the water
sluicing over them, he gently held her vulva between his teeth and
used his tongue to curl over it. Rosa’s knees went weak and she
gripped his hair as he cupped her body and slowly moved his tongue
inside her. She felt every fiber of her being letting go and
surrendering to his touch and with a moan she moved her body against
his face. He released her and lifted her on to his semi erect penis;
he placed her against the tiles and moved within her, building up as
his erection lengthened and grew inside her. He took her lips with
his and Rosa curled her fingers in his hair grinding her hips against
his. They came together and stayed there while water coursed over
their bodies and they held each other tightly as the passion and
desire settled into a slow fire.

They
spent the night in each other’s arms. He had wiped her off
gently with the towel and had slid a T-shirt over her head. She had
decided not to put on any underwear and he was completely naked
underneath the comforter. She settled inside his arms and rested her
head on his shoulder. “Tired?” he asked her softly,
stroking her back.

“I
should be,” she teased him. “After what you did to me
both here and in the bathroom.”

“You
are the one who wore me out,” he told her mockingly.

She
raised her head to look at him. His lip where she had bit him in the
fire of passion and she used a finger to trace the little bruise.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him huskily.

“Not
right now,” he captured her finger inside his mouth and held
on.

“John
we have to stop sometime,” she told him huskily.

“Why?”

“Because
we just did it twice,” she protested as he slid on top of her.

“I
am insatiable when it comes to you,” he told her softly. His
penis was pulsing between her legs and she could feel her nipples
hardening beneath his chest. “When I am not around you, I think
about you so much that it drives me crazy. I have never felt this way
before Rosa and it scares me just a little bit.”

She
stared at him, her heart beating like crazy at his words. He had told
her he loved her so many times and she had remained silent because
she kept telling herself they still had things to sort out and she
was afraid of him leaving her to take care of a baby; not that she
was afraid of doing so but she was afraid of committing herself
totally and being rejected down the road. “I feel the same way
too.” She whispered; reaching up to cup his face gently. “I
can’t seem to get enough of you,” she pulled his head
down and ran her tongue over his lip before probing his mouth. He
opened up and his tongue met hers slowly; his mouth moving over hers
with a deep passion that told her how much he was feeling. He reached
down and put his penis inside her, staying still as he savored her
mouth, his penis pulsing inside her. Rosa lifted her legs and he
started moving inside her and she moved with him; her arms wrapped
around his neck.

They
slept with him inside her, shifting so that he would not be too heavy
for her. Even after she had finally drifted off to sleep, flushed
with his lovemaking. He was still awake, his arms around her and his
eyes wide open. He loved her so much that he wondered if it was
possible to love someone so much. He wanted this so much and he had
to find a way to make it possible.

*****

“I
can’t believe you are really pregnant,” Hayley stated,
looking at her friend searchingly. They were at the restaurant and it
was her lunch break. “You are not showing yet but you look
positively radiant! And your boobs, I could really hate you right
now.”

“Do
you also hate me for the morning sickness and not been able to keep
anything down?” she asked her friend dryly. “This baby is
sucking me dry honey.”

“I
still hate you,” Hayley pouted as she sipped her hot chocolate.

The
restaurant was slowly coming alive because of the lunch hour, but
Rosa had discovered that since she had been pregnant she was getting
tired easily and John had asked her very nicely to please slow down;
he had wanted her to stop working entirely but she had asked if he
was out of his blasted mind. Work gave her a sense of independence
and she was not going to sit around and let some man take care of
her.

She told
Hayley about his parents’ response. “You should see the
mansion they live in Hayley and the artwork alone could keep my
restaurant up and running for years.” Rosa shook her head and
sipped her herbal tea. She was in her first trimester and the doctor
had told her that after that she could basically eat whatever she
wanted and not get sick. She certainly hoped so. John had become
obsessive about her welfare. Both his cupboard and hers were stocked
with healthy foods and since she had told him repeatedly that she was
not ready to move in with him yet. He had stopped asking – for
now.

“Do
you think they will come around?” Hayley asked her curiously.

“I
doubt it,” Rosa shrugged. “And the worse part of it is
they told him they would disinherit him if he kept seeing me. I don’t
want to have that on my head.”

“You
are not thinking of dumping the poor guy are you?” Hayley
looked at her sharply.

“I
don’t know what to do,” Rosa said with a sigh. She had
been doing so much thinking and had spent several nights at her
apartment much to John’s dismay. “He is going to have to
choose me and the baby over his parents and I am not sure how to deal
with that.”