Authors: Aisha Brooks
ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (21 page)
Chapter 6: Avoiding the Problem
Naomi had taken a few days off work to process what was going on and how she was going to handle it. Never in her life had she been so indecisive. She realized that, if she was going to keep the baby, there was so much that she had to do. She had to start eating properly in order to keep the baby inside her healthy, she had to purchase baby clothes and a crib, she had to go and visit a doctor.
The first thing she decided to do was go to the doctor and get a proper test done. When that came back positive, she realized that she had another enormous problem that she had not thought of when she got a call from Ryan. Although she ignored his call, he texted her a few minutes later asking how she was. She had no idea how she was going to respond.
She hadn’t thought about the fact that Ryan would want to know if she was pregnant or not. It was his right, after all. In thinking that Ryan would want nothing to do with the baby, Naomi hadn’t realized that that didn’t change the fact that he had a right to know that she was pregnant with his child.
Naomi decided that she simply couldn’t handle this right now. She would talk to him later. However, that later never seemed to come. Over the next few weeks as she began preparing herself for her nine month ordeal, Ryan called and texted constantly, and even came to her apartment a few times. In all instances she did not respond, and when he rang her doorbell she pretended that she wasn’t home.
However, she realized that she couldn’t avoid him forever. She just wasn’t ready for the conversation that they were going to have, wasn’t ready to face the rejection that he would give her by telling her that he wanted nothing to do with a baby that he didn’t want, didn’t plan, with a woman that he barely even knew.
As she continued to avoid Ryan, Naomi continued to set up her apartment in preparation for the baby that was on the way. She realized that her colleagues at work would notice her stomach soon, and decided that that conversation was unavoidable.
She told Carla and Sylvia, both of whom respected her decision to keep the baby. They commended her for being brave and told her that it wasn’t her fault, that mistakes happened, and that in the end it would all be for the best.
As she went home, Naomi picked up a few groceries, looking longingly at the wine she would not be able to have for a very long time. As she entered her apartment building, she got a call from Ryan which she ignored. However, when she exited the lift she saw a thing which she could not quite ignore.
Ryan was standing in front of her apartment.
“Naomi,” said Ryan, looking at her as if he couldn’t believe she was there.
“Ryan,” said Naomi, “I’m sorry, I…”
She was lost for words. Ryan’s eyes travelled to Naomi’s belly which was visibly swollen. That, along with her firm breasts and glowing skin was all the proof that Ryan needed.
“Are you…” he began to ask, “I mean… I had a feeling when you weren’t answering your phone but I…”
Naomi sighed and unlocked her door. “Come in, Ryan,” she said, “I’ve been avoiding this for so long but I can’t anymore. We need to talk.”
Chapter 7: Reunited
“How long have you known?” said Ryan, sitting on the sofa next to Naomi.
“About six weeks now,” said Naomi, “I got tested the very next day.”
“Well…” said Ryan, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m so sorry, Ryan,” said Naomi, placing a hand upon Ryan’s. He was sitting before her, the father of her child. “I know that it was your right to know,” she continued, “I know that it was wrong not to tell you, but I just couldn’t have that conversation. I didn’t know how I would start, I didn’t know how it would end.”
“What do you mean by you didn’t know how it would end?” asked Ryan.
Naomi sighed, tears welling up in her eyes, as she said, “Look, we both know you don’t want this, and I understand. I understand completely, and I don’t blame you for it. I just want to tell you that I don’t expect anything from you. I won’t judge you if you walk out the door right now. This baby, it’s my mistake. I was the one who should have been on the pill, I’m the one that got you so wild that you couldn’t pull out before you came.”
Ryan looked at Naomi in a very odd way. His eyes were strange, shiny almost. It was then that Naomi realized that there were tears in his eyes as well. “Oh sweetie,” said Ryan, putting an arm around Naomi, “I’m so sorry you felt that way. You do realize that this isn’t your mistake, it’s our mistake. I should have put a condom on, I should have been careful. This isn’t on you, babe, it’s on us.”
“So… what are you saying?” said Naomi, her voice barely a whisper.
“What I’m saying,” said Ryan, “Is that I am in this with you. This baby is ours. I am the father of this baby and I am going to be there for it no matter what. I am going to be there for it and you, because you are going to be the mother of my child Naomi. We will figure this out together, I promise.”
Naomi looked at Ryan in disbelief. She felt something odd inside of her, something she had not quite felt before. She felt whole in a way, as though all of the pieces were now where they should be. She felt completed. She realized that what she was feeling was love.
Naomi kissed Ryan softly on the lips, and Ryan kissed her back. As they kissed, they began to undress each other, but differently from how they did it last time. This time they were slower with each other, Ryan was a lot gentler with Naomi. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed.
Naomi, now fully undressed as was Ryan, laid down on her side and stuck her ass out so that Ryan could fuck her without harming their baby.
They held hands as they made love, and kissed each other softly. It was the sweetest thing she had ever felt, the feel of his cock in her pussy, and their child in her belly. She never realized that anything could feel so utterly perfect as it did in that very moment.
Naomi wanted to capture this moment, she wanted to never let it go. She wanted to revisit it years later and feel the way she did right now. She then realized that Ryan was going to be with her to give her moments like these, and that made her happy.
Naomi came this time a lot differently than she did last time, because Ryan brought it on a lot more lovingly. The orgasm spread through her with warmth, and she felt Ryan come at the same time she did. Feeling his warm cum inside her, Naomi sighed with contentment, and rested her head on the powerful shoulders of the man that was the father of her child.
“The best part is,” said Ryan, “You don’t have to get worried about getting pregnant for nine months!”
The two of them laughed and held each other, and in the warmth of that embrace found love for the first time.
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 Donation
Chapter 2: The Mix Up
Chapter 3: Oops, Telling The Truth
Chapter 4: Shock
Chapter 5: Dinner Leads To Seduction
Chapter 6: Falling In Love
Chapter 1: The Donation
Archer Mcdonald placed his ad in the paper, as a successful businessman he could have his pick of almost any woman. He was particularly attracted to curvy, black women, and had found them hard to locate unless he wanted to hit up clubs or bars, and then you didn't know if they were a call girl, or someone just looking for a good time.
There were plenty of beautiful women in this world, but he was looking for a specific kind of woman to give birth to his child. He was also willing to pay for it if he couldn't find a life-long mate he would be willing to tie himself too.
So he'd made a decision. He wanted a baby. He didn't need a wife to do it.
He knew what he wanted would be a long shot. He wanted a surrogate for his baby, one he could hire that didn't know he was worth billions. He wanted children but didn't want the gold digger women chasing him anymore. He knew they'd all be willing to give him a baby, but he wanted a woman who'd do it for the selflessness of doing it for the right reasons, and wouldn't try to keep it and use the baby for child support.
His lawyer had helped him draft the ad, and he was eager to wait for responses. He was offering to pay for the pregnancy, the eggs, and using his sperm. He'd cover all medical expenses, and living expenses for the nine months or longer of the pregnancy and six months after the birth so she'd have time to recover and heal.
Being selfish enough to want his own sperm to be half the babies DNA, adoption hadn't been an option for him. At least not at this point.
In his late thirties, not having found a compatible mate yet, if he wanted children, he would need to do this now. He wanted to be young enough to be around for his potential grandchildren.
He just hoped the ad would do its job and attract the right kind of woman.
Having an appointment today with the fertility clinic he planned on using, he was going to go donate his sperm to start keeping it on ice, so when they found the right surrogate, they could just unfreeze it and use as much as they needed.
Confident in his choices, he whistled as he got dressed for the day, grabbed his briefcase and got ready for work.
Being a billionaire CEO of a major airplane corporation meant everyone knew who he was, and he was trying to do this anonymously. Picking a clinic in a less favorable part of town, he was hoping and relying on their catering to lower income clients and fundraising to help less rich clients would make them be more discrete with his identity. He had already donated one million dollars to their office, with the promise of much more to come for their clinic if they kept this quiet, under wraps and made sure no one knew who he really was.
The last thing he wanted was a gold-digging wench trying to keep the baby after carrying it to term.
He drove his Mercedes to the fertility clinic, and parked in front. Going inside, he nodded at the receptionist when she gave him a wave. She held up a finger as she answered the phone.
Archer waited until she was off the phone and then approached her.
“I'm here to check in to make the required deposit,” he told her, smiling.
“Perfect we have videos and magazines in the back room. I'll show you to it now, and we do have a list of surrogates available.” The lady got up and led him down the hallway and opened the door and ushered him inside. “The problem with our surrogate list is none of them are young, pretty black women with college educations, almost all of our surrogates are white. You are asking for a needle in a haystack, are you sure you care that much about skin color?”
“I understand, which is why my lawyer and I put an ad out in the paper today to find the right match,” he replied as he took the specimen cup. “I know you wouldn't understand, but it's what I'm attracted too, and if I were to have a child the old fashioned way, that's the woman I would choose. That's why I'm specific on what kind of woman I want.”
“Well, I hope you find the right girl, in the mean time, we could use multiple samples, so if you'd come in every two to three days to make another donation, this will help build up your reserves for the artificial inseminations when the time comes. It may take more than one try. Please remember not to have sex between the visits, we need optimal sperm count,” the lady said smiling. She then shut the door with a click, leaving Archer alone in the barren room.
Sitting on in the chair in the corner, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his limp cock. He tried to stroke it and get it hard, but it just wasn't working. Pulling out one of the magazines laying in here, he thumbed through a year old magazine that was a swimsuit edition of college co-eds. Attractive young girls with big smiles, so much potential for the future.
Stopping when he saw a beautiful black girl in a hot pink bikini laughing on a tire swing at the edge of a lake, he pictured her as he did the deed, taking care of business.
Now if only he could find such a beautiful woman to be his surrogate, his child would be perfect.
When he was finished with the sperm deposit, he left and went out to do his normal after work activities, which involved finding a beautiful woman and keeping her company. He knew he couldn't have sex right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in other ways until he'd donated enough sperm that he didn't have to worry about it. He liked sex, but sex and babies had nothing to do with each other, or at least not the way he planned on doing it.
Sex for fun. Artificial insemination with a legal contract for a baby. Problem solved.
The nice thing about being rich was being able to control how his life went, and making things happen the way he wanted.