Authors: Aisha Brooks
ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (16 page)
Chapter 8: A Proposal
Tami opened her eyes slowly. She didn’t recognize her surroundings but she was almost too comfortable to care. The large overstuffed comforter wrapped around her and the feathered pillow cradled her head.
Turning her head to the right, she saw a large window covered in white drapes and at the foot of the bed was a tall fireplace. She slowly pushed herself up in bed to get a better look at the room. It was a large room with what looked like marble floors and at the foot of the bed was a long chaise.
“Are you awake?” Albie’s voice whispered through the cracked bedroom door.
“Yes, I’m awake.” Albie came in to the bedroom with a large tray. “I was just trying to figure out where the heck I am.” Tami smiled at him and Albie set the tray on top of the bed.
“Before you get to thinking too much, how about a little breakfast?” He unrolled the napkin and placed it across Tami’s lap. “I had Holmes make you some crepes with fresh berries. I didn’t know if you were a coffee or tea person so I erred on the side of caution and went with both. And I put orange juice as well, just in case.” Tami giggled.
“Wow, talk about being waited on hand and foot! And coffee was the best choice, you know, being that I work as a barista and all.” Albie smirked.
“Well, you never know. But I’m glad to see you feeling more like your old self this morning.” Tami sighed lightly as she picked up her fork.
“I’m sorry about that. I just sort of…well I don’t know what happened if I’m being honest.” Albie perched on the side of the bed.
“Did you see I even brought you a fresh flower?” Albie nodded towards the single rose in a vase that sat on the corner of the tray. Tami put her fork down and picked up the rose, as she did she saw the center of it glimmer.
Bringing it closer, she saw something sparkling from the center of the closed bud and she looked up at Albie in disbelief. Gently, she used her fingers to open the bud and inside it lay the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. “Tami Jones, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Wh…” Tami was speechless as Albie watched her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“My life has always been missing something, but since you…well, you’re all I can think about. It would make me the happiest man in the world if you would agree to become my wife.” He took the ring from Tami’s fingers and held her hand in his.
“Yes…yes!” Tami watched as Albie slipped the ring on to her finger. “Oh my God, move this tray!” She laughed between tears of happiness. Albie took the tray and put it on the floor next to the bed and when he leaned back up Tami threw her arms around him.
“We don’t have to rush anything…” Albie was still saying as Tami let go of his neck and slipped her shirt up over her head, revealing her pert chocolate breasts.
Albie could barely breathe at the sight of her, she was exquisite. She licked her lips hungrily as she slipped her hands underneath the covers and slid down her panties before handing them over to him. Albie’s breath stuck in his throat as he stared at his perfect pregnant wife to be.
“I want to make you mine!” Tami said as she threw back the covers, inviting him in.
Albie slid up on to the bed, his tanned naked body paling in comparison to her deep chocolate skin. As he hovered over her, he could feel her warmth inviting him in. Tami lay her head back in to the large plush pillows as she looked up at him with her doe-eyes. Her tongue slid slowly over her bottom lip as she felt him gently brushing against her with his length.
“Mmm, are you ready?” Albie whispered against her ear. Tami nodded, her breasts rising and falling hungrily. Albie slid down her body a few inches, the tip of his cock finding her entrance and he slowly pressed forward. His fingers intertwined with hers as he gently inched deeper inside of her, feeling her tightness around him.
“Ahhh, yes!” Tami gasped as she grasped at his fingers, her head thrown backward in to the nest of pillows. Albie watched her, taking pleasure in every moan from her lips and every movement of her body as she took him fully.
“Mmm!” Albie slid backwards, his cock head sliding to her entrance once more before thrusting gently and slowly forwards, teasing her with his length.
“Does that feel good?” He whispered as he pressed in to her fully. Tami nodded silently, her whole body arching, begging for more of him. Albie brought his mouth down to her soft dark nipple and slipped it between his lips as he pulled back from her tight wetness. As he thrust forward again, he allowed his tongue to gently flick at her budding nipple.
“Mmm, oh yes!” Tami groaned, her pelvis rising to meet his as he filled her. “Give me all of you!” Albie pinched her hardened nipple between his teeth as her picked up the rhythmic motion of filling her perfectly wet pussy.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Tami nodded, her mouth open in longing. “I’m going to make you cum like this every day for the rest of our lives.” He smiled as he lapped at her pert nipple and picked up the pace, driving his full length in to her aching opening.
“Ahhh!” He could feel her fingers gripping hard against his and he could tell that she was close to cumming. Holding her hands tightly he thrust, in and out, in and out, feeling her tightening more than ever around his throbbing shaft.
Just as Tami lifted her pelvis off the bed, grinding herself to the peak of her orgasm, Albie felt his own ecstasy coming. His cock throbbed and bulged inside her as her pussy drew tighter around him. At almost the exact same moment they both cried out in release.
“Oh God!”
“Yes!”
Tami’s pussy sucked rhythmically at his thick cock as he filled her with his warm seed in short jets. They stared breathlessly at each other as the rhythm of their orgasm slowly waned.
“Mmm…” Albie leaned up, pressing his lips against hers. “My lovely wife to be.” He smiled softly at her and she smiled back.
“My handsome husband to be.”
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!
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The End
Chapter 2: Boom
Chapter 3: Hiding From Evil
Chapter 4: The Truth
Chapter 5: Falling For The Agent
Chapter 6: Ireland And Fantasies
Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The End
You would think being the daughter of a mafia lord would be interesting, but in reality my life sucks. I can't go anywhere without bodyguards, every normal person in this world is scared to be associated with me, and there's no escape.
I hate my father, even though I love him at the same time. I just want out. But I don't know how to leave the family, once you are in, the other families and gangs don't necessarily care if you try to leave the life of a mobster, they still see you as a threat. The only way to really do it is to completely disappear from the face of the planet, and hope no one recognizes you.
The threats to my life and my father's life are real. My own mother was killed when I was a child as revenge for cutting off income to a low income area after they'd failed to provide the funds for protection for local gangs, and they killed my mom to get revenge on my father for not protecting them.
The problem is, my father is a penny pinching tightwad, he has no compassion for anyone, and he's all about money. You don't pay, he doesn't play. Period. Because of it, since my mom's death, he won't let me go anywhere, ever by myself.
I want out. The problem is, I don't know how to get out without help, and no one seems to want to go against my father. I finished high school, but I struggled to get through college, the teachers were scared of me, the police watched my every move, it became too much to even go outside of my front door. Add in the mixed race factor, and I got judged by everyone. It made life suck. I just wanted to be like everyone else.
Do you know what it's like to be a half Russian black woman? Not only do I have ice blue eyes, but I'm tall and lanky, with my mother's coloring. I draw attention wherever I go, and even if I wasn't the daughter of a Mobster, I would stand out in a crowd. I also have a thick, Russian accent... which coming from the mouth of a black woman definitely is hard to make you forgettable. Add in the two burly bodyguards who never leave my side and I get stared at like I'm a foreign princess or something. Only scary.
When I was young, I used to be vaguely amused at everyone's over reaction of giving me space, offering me things, pretending to respect me because of my father and my body guards. As I grew older I realized that it wasn't the kind of respect I wanted. Fear is not a good reason to have someone be nice to you. You never know who your real friends are.
My best friend hasn't even talked to me in almost two years because she got shot at the last time we went to a club together. Here I am, a twenty-four year old virgin, with two useless degrees in school, which I can't use because I can't go to work without bodyguards following me everywhere.
When I complained to my father, he told me to deal with it, or he could lock me in my room until I'd see things his way. I'm not in a hurry to die, and watching my mother die in front of me gave me a healthy appreciation for the need of bodyguards, I am not stupid.
But I sure wish I could have a different life.
I have no desire to follow in my father's footsteps, all I ever really wanted to do was be a mother, have a little house, maybe have a dog or two, and have a good, loving husband who doesn't feel the need to be involved in illegal activities. Is a good man really too much to ask for? One that chooses to be on the right side of the law?
I was planning on trying to figure out a way to escape my guards, going out on an adventure by myself, but my plans got screwed up.
I'd made it all the way to the end of my driveway in my car, and was planning on driving to a big, populated area and then ditching my car; I was so close to freedom I could almost taste it. From there, I was going to take a cab or a bus and just going somewhere I'd never been, wandering around, experiencing something new. But what played out in front of me was something I'll never forget.
My bodyguards blocked my car in, and dragged me out of my car, lecturing me on going on an unapproved trip without them, and even trying to leave the property without permission. I'm a prisoner in my own home.
Frustrated, I went back to the house with them and started trashing my room in disgust and anger that they all but forced me to stay like a little girl in the pink and white room that reminded me of the young girl I no longer was.
I was a grown up, yet I couldn't even go to the mall alone if I wanted too.
Riiiiiiiiip.
With a smile of satisfaction, my pink and white ruffled curtains came down in a shredded mess as the curtain rod popped out of the wall and landed on the carpet with a thud. I stomped it into the ground, which satisfaction I felt at that moment of immaturity inspired me to what I did next.
With delight for complete and utter destruction I spent two to three hours just destroying everything about my room. Smashing pictures, and tearing up books, all the figurines of horses and princesses my father had collected for me over the years ended up broken and smashed against the wall. The mirror on my vanity shattered into a thousand pieces when I threw one of my books at it.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I went to find my father to tell him of my little tantrum that had put me on the warpath and that I wouldn't be sleeping in my room anymore until he fixed it.
What I wasn't expecting was the gorgeous tall man standing in my father's study with him calmly discussing family business, and how we were in the middle of a war with a rival mob family and they'd put a hit out on my life. I tried to ignore him. I had no interest in anyone associated with my father. But he sure was cute.
Then I made the mistake of trying to talk to my father. I should have known better, it never goes well for me. I never get what I want unless it was his idea.
“What do you mean?” I shrieked at my father, upset. This was exactly why I was so sick of this. He'd denied me the right to leave the grounds, even with my body guards. I could strangle him I was so mad.
“You are to stay here until further notice. No leaving, no outings. John here is going to take care of the problem.” Her father told her. “Once their hit man is out of commission, and I deal with the root of the problem, you should be safe again. It's only for a few days, or a couple weeks at the most.”
“I am so sick of this father! I want out. I don't want you to be my father anymore; I can't take this life of crime and violence. I want a life free of all of this. You cannot protect me forever, you need to let me disappear and go where no one can find me. Change my name, my appearance and be out of your life,” I told him, frustrated. “You are going to get me killed, just like you got mother killed.”
“That is not fair. I didn't kill your mother, that was the Chinese," My father told me, looking upset that I'd even brought my mother up. She'd been the only woman he'd ever loved, but his love hadn't been enough to keep her safe. And I didn't believe for a minute it would keep me safe either.
My father escorted me out of his office like I was a child and slammed the door of his office in my face, leaving me standing there, mad enough to kick something. I reached my fist up about to pound on the door just to bug him when I was startled from behind.
“What's your name?” a deep voice asked, and I twirled around to see the man my father called John standing there. Now what did he want? Couldn't he see my agitation with my father? A smart man would have stayed out of it. Maybe this man wasn't very smart.
“What do you want?” I glared at him, irritated with the situation.
“You to tell me your name, I'm John,” he told me and gave me a half grin that had me wanting to slap him. I knew my anger was misplaced, but I also didn't get involved with anyone my father worked with. If you worked with my father you weren't a good guy.
“Sofie,” I told him, I don't know why I gave him a real answer, that's not what I was expecting to say, but I looked into his blue eyes and I got lost. He had that golden skin that showed he spent a lot of time outdoors, and his blue eyes had just a hint of sea foam green in them that reminded me of ocean waves.
I was tall, but he made me feel feminine and petite, he had to be at least six and a half feet tall. And stood over half a foot taller than me. I wasn't used to it.
“Well, Sofie, it looks like you're stuck with me for a while at least. Your father felt you needed protection, so here I am.” He pulled out a piece of gum from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He acted so casual about his announcement that it almost didn't register in my brain.
I watched his lips close around the blue mint stick and swallowed hard. I would
not
think about his mouth and tongue, or kissing me. Or anything. Nope, I wasn't even going there. Just because he looked like the kind of man who could be a cowboy, doesn't mean I wanted to get to know him.
“How'd you get saddled with this job?” I asked him, I really wanted to run away, but instead I decided to stay and talk to him. He was new and unlike most of my bodyguards he didn't seem scared to even look at me. I wondered if I could manipulate him into doing what I wanted.
“I offered. I am new to your father's empire, and I suppose you could say I wanted to prove my worth to him. What a better way than keeping the princess alive?” He grinned at me, flashing his white teeth and I wanted to smack him.
“I'm not a princess,” I told him and then went to walk off and leave him standing in the hallway when he grabbed my arm. “Hey!”
“I know about the stunts you pulled trying to get away from your guards, listen to me now and listen to me good,” John told him, his expression hardening and for a moment, I felt a shiver go up my spine. This was not a man you wanted to cross. “Your life is in serious danger, so if you
want
to die, go ahead and be foolish and stupid. I will keep you alive until we solve this, but if you do your best to get yourself killed, I'm not your babysitter. I can't protect stupid, and you don't strike me as a stupid woman, Sofie.”
I stared at him and then down at the hand on my arm. Realizing that he hadn't let go yet, and that I was leaning slightly closer to him. Jumping back alarmed by my own reaction I put some much-needed space between us and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Fine, if you stay out of my way, I'll stay here until you catch the bad guys,” I grumbled at him and then he winked at me and I blushed. He kept me on my toes and I had no idea how to react to him. Irritated, turned on, whatever, those emotions were all close enough I tried to convince myself I was just manifesting frustration into a sexual desire to cope with my life. There's no way my attraction to him could be real.... could it?
“Don't worry princess, I'll keep you safe,” John promised me, and I shook my head. He wasn't dropping the princess thing and he's lucky I didn't kick him in the shin for it. But if he kept it up, all bets were off on the shin kicking. I normally wasn't violent besides my occasional temper and yelling, but right now, I was on the edge of sanity and he was pushing my limits.