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Conclusion

 

One year later...

 

Amy examined her reflection in the mirror. Several noticeable changes had occurred over the last year. For one, she couldn't stop smiling and she knew she was within the danger zone of developing permanent laugh lines. Her hair was done up in a shower of ringlets that flowed down over the back of her head and shoulders beneath the white veil that match her long flowing wedding gown perfectly.

 

Behind her, a rush of brides maid were getting dressed and breaking out in random fits of the giggles. The situation was familiar. This wasn't the first time she stood in the back of the church she grew up in wearing a white gown. Her friends and family had flown in from all parts of the country once before to watch her father walk her down the aisle and for to say 'I do' and commit to loving only one man for the rest of her life.

 

“You look so damn good, girl,” Debbie said walking up beside of her and drawing out the r in girl to an annoying extreme.

 

Today, Amy wasn't in the mood to be annoyed so she chose to ignore it. “You look so fine that I don't think your husband to be is going to be able to wait until you’re in your own plane before he gets you out of that dress.”

 

“Well, I'm going to be stuck in it until he helps me out of it,” she laughed.

 

“This time is different,”she told herself. “This time is forever.”

 

“I never thought this day would come,” her mom said walking into the room. “My plane just landed and I had to threaten to beat the taxi driver in the head with my purse if he didn't get me to the church on time. Have you seen him yet?”

 

“No, we haven't seen each other since dinner last night. Cole insisted on not spending the night before our wedding together. It's a tradition in his family.”

 

“Ours too,” her mom nodded.

 

“And girl,” Debbie cut in, “you know what happened the last time you didn't follow that tradition.”

 

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

Debbie opened her mouth to say something else, but Amy held a hand up to silence her.

 

“I don't give a damn about what happened here before,” she squared her shoulders. “That's history. I'm about to walk down the aisle with the man of my dreams, my soul mate, someone I never believed actually existed until I met Cole and that's all that matters to me today.”

 

“Girl, you should use that line in your vows.”

 

“Maybe I did,” Amy laughed, “but you'll just have to wait to find out.”

 

“They're starting,” her cousin Tasha stuck her head into the room to say.

 

“This is it,” she smiled at Debbie and her mom and hugged them both before they left to take their places.

 

She shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot as she waited for her cue. Her father joined her and chuckled at her impatience.

 

“I'm glad you found him,” he whispered as they waited. “I didn't want to tell you at the time, because I thought you were happy. I never liked Chad, sweetheart. I always thought he was going to break your heart and it broke mine when he did.”

 

“What do you think of Cole?” She asked knowing his answer wasn't going to sway her. She was in love with Cole. They made one another happy and that was that.

 

“I like him. He's a good man. He's a bit of a show off with his money, but when a man has that much money, I guess it's hard not to be. But I also know that means he'll be able to take good care of my girl.”

 

Her song began and she took a deep breath before they stepped out into the chapel. Her footsteps fell easily in line with her father's as they walked down the aisle. Cole smiled at her and tears of happiness began to flow before she even reached the altar.

 

“To a life time of tomorrows,” he whispered as they joined hands and turned to face the preacher.

 

 

 

Billionaire Lovin’

A BWWM Romance

 

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

All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.

 

 

Table Of Contents

 

Chapter 1: Trouble In Paradise

 

Chapter 2: The Storm

 

Chapter 3: Falling For Shelly

 

Chapter 4: Accepting The Job

 

Chapter 5: The Baby

 

Chapter 6: Acceptance

 

Chapter 7: Marriage To Shelly

 

Chapter 1: Trouble In Paradise

 

Vladimir Dabenkoff was on his personal jet coming back from Russia. He was one of the largest vodka producers in the world. He had just acquired a new manufacturing plant in Russia, and was trying to get the product up to code to be sold in the United States.

 

Russia didn't care if it had particles from wood, or how it was stored, but the FDA had certain standards every company had to keep labeled and had to be able to prove storing methods. He had to get his Russian factory up to code before he could sell it in the USA.

 

He was tired. He couldn't even go to his home country without woman flocking him, hoping he'd take them back to the US. He wanted a woman who wanted him for himself, but he wasn't even sure how to go about finding one. Everyone knew who he was.

 

The plane started to make weird noises and bounce in the sky, concerned, Vlad went to the pilots and rapped on the door.

 

“Sorry Sir, we've hit some turbulence. There's a big storm over Washington D.C. They are recommending we bring her down for the night before finishing our journey to California. They've already cleared us for landing,” his pilot told him.

 

“If it snows, won't we be stuck here?” Vlad asked out loud, really thinking more to himself than his pilot.

 

“It could definitely slow us down for a few days, or even a week, Sir. But I don't think it's safe to continue through this storm,” the pilot replied, sounding extremely worried. “My recommendation is we ground ourselves until it is safe to be in the air again.”

 

“Whatever you think is best Ben; this is why I pay you to fly. Your expertise is invaluable to keeping us safe,” Vlad said with his Russian accent thick as he went back to his seat. The buckle seat sign came on, and he felt the plane lurch as it started going down.

 

They were near the International D.C. Airport that had a runway just for private jets. The high class escort he'd taken with him for company on the jet was snoring away in the back, he was pretty sure she'd popped some pills, and he was disgusted.

 

He was getting fed up with all these women just being a pretty face; none of them had any depth to their character. None of them were very intelligent, and while most had pretty faces, beauty could only hold his interest for so long.

 

Vlad was known for being a notorious playboy that no one woman could get him to stick around. He didn't mind that reputation, it kept women from getting the wrong idea. He'd had a few try to trap him into marriage, but he was careful and their ruse usually fell apart once he wanted them to prove things.

 

He pulled his cell phone out and texted his assistant to wire the woman with him some money, so when they landed, he didn't have to ride home with her, and so she could get a different plane ticket anywhere she wanted. As long as she was off his plane.

 

He didn't approve of drug use, and had he known she dabbled with it, he never would have let her come.

 

Disgusted with himself, he really needed to find a better path in life. Being with a woman for a weekend was getting old, he wanted to settle down, though he knew as a very rich eligible bachelor, finding a woman who liked him for himself and not his money would be a challenge.

 

 

Chapter 2: The Storm

 

Vlad checked into his hotel room, it wasn't in a fancy neighborhood, as the airport and nearby fancier hotels were all booked up due to the weather. He was a few minutes from the airport in a sketchier part of town.

 

He'd just unpacked; as they said it might be a few days and walked down to ask for some quarters to use the vending machine to get a soda. When he walked into the office, the man who'd been behind the counter had left, and a curvy black girl stood behind the counter. She reminded him a lot of Halle Berry in her prime.

 

Her makeup was subtle, but she didn't even need it. She had just the right amount of curves, and her face was delicate for a black woman. She was utterly feminine and he was enchanted.

 

When she didn't seem to care who he was, he approached her with some cash to get dollars.

 

“Make change?” he asked her making her do a double take.

 

“'Scuse me?” she said, noticing him finally. “Say that again?”

 

“Can you give me change for my dollars?” Vlad said again, sliding the money across the counter to her.

 

“Change machine is over there, if it's not out. Try that first.” She nodded her head to the right, were an ATM and change machine for the laundry were located.

 

“Thank you... Shelly,” he told her looking down at her chest, reading her name tag.

 

“Sure, let me know if you need anything else.”

 

“Have breakfast with me, when you get off your shift”

 

“I'm not supposed to date customers.”

 

Vlad considered her answer and realized she didn't say no.

 

“I can go to a different hotel, and then you can have breakfast with me,” he told her tilting his head, getting a better look at her.

 

“No, don't do that, my boss would have a hissy fit. I'll have breakfast with you in the morning. I get off work at eight; meet me in the parking lot,” she replied with the expression on her face one of amazement, and then she furrowed her brows and stared hard at him for a minute. “You're not a serial killer are you or part of the mob?”

 

Vlad laughed. “No, I'm not a serial killer, nor a mobster. I'm just an average businessman; my plane got grounded until the snow storm is over so I can fly back to California.”

 

“So you're only in town for a few days?” she asked him, looking mildly disappointed but tried to mask it.

 

“I can negotiate that, it's possible to extend my trip.” He winked at her and then headed back to his hotel room for the night.

 

He didn't sleep well, instead he was restless, picturing her beautiful chocolate features and picturing her dark lips wrapped around his cock. It made the night a very long, uncomfortable one, and when he got up in the morning he made a point to take a very cold shower.

 

He walked down into the parking lot, and looked around until he saw there, holding her purse and in a fur-lined wool jacket. Her tight black pants left nothing to the imagination and her large bubble butt gave her a huge hour glass figure since her waist was so tiny.

 

She waved at him and jogged over to him, blowing on her hands in the newly fallen snow.

 

“Where is a breakfast place around here?” Vlad asked her, linking his arm through hers.

 

“Just a couple blocks away, we can drive in my car, or we can walk.”

 

“Heaters are good,” he said grinning at her, flashing his perfect white teeth.

 

Nodding she walked over to an old Buick with worn out paint and unlocked the door manually. She hit the lock button on the inside of the doors and climbed in and started it. She waited for him to get in.

 

Vlad didn't say a word about her car, but wondered what she would think if she knew he had over twenty cars in his garage at home that all were in perfect condition with leather interiors and every bell and whistle he could get in them.

 

For some reason, he didn't feel the need to tell her, and instead just tried to enjoy her company. It felt like the right thing to do.

 

She drove the couple of blocks as the heater warmed up, to the Mom and Pop diner down the street.

 

“I grew up here, my mom used to work as a waitress here. They have really good breakfast foods,” Shelly told him as she pulled in to park.

 

“Is your mom retired?” Vlad asked her as she turned the car off and the two of them got out.

 

“She died of cancer. Thirty years of smoking did her lungs in. I'm working two jobs to put my youngest brother through college. He's the only one of us who wanted to go. He wants to be a doctor,” Shelly said sounding proud of him.

 

Vlad listened to her talk about her family the rest of the morning as they ate their food. She loved her family, he could tell that. He wondered what that would be like, to have someone so animated and full of joy that lit up their eyes when they talked about you.

 

He'd never had anyone talk about him that way, or even look at him the way Shelly looked when she greeted the waitress who took their order. It was a little old gray haired lady who had known Shelly since she'd been a kid.

 

Sitting there watching the interaction, he wondered if this is what had been missing in his life. He'd been so focused on making money, and acquiring fancy things in life since he'd grown up in Russia dirt poor, he realized he had forgotten that there was more to life than money and the next business trip.

 

“Shelly, do you work tonight?” Vlad asked her as he refused to let her pay her share of the meal, and covered the bill. She seemed slightly embarrassed to have him pay for her and he was completely intrigued by her behavior.

 

“I'm off tonight, but I need to sleep for a few hours,” she replied.

 

“Okay, I can walk back to my hotel, but I'd like to go out with you again, I've thoroughly enjoyed your company,” Vlad said, reaching out to touch her face with his hand. He liked the contrast of his very white skin to her chocolate cheek.

 

Shelly nodded at him. “I like you too, but this time, you get to talk about yourself. You had me blabbering my life story to you, and I still don't know anything about you.”

 

“Deal,” he told her. “Dinner?”

 

“Sure, what kind of food did you have in mind? I can drive if you want, and I know this area pretty well,” Shelly said offering.

 

Vlad looked at her for a minute smiling. He liked how independent she was, and how she didn't think twice about offering to drive since he didn't have a rental car right now, or how she would pay for herself and didn't assume the man was going to pay.

 

“Do you like steak?” he asked her. “My treat, I don't even want you to think of bringing your wallet.”

 

“I know of a couple of places. But they are kind of fancy, if you like that sort of thing,” she told him.

 

“And you don't?” He asked her, wondering if she didn't like dressing up.

 

Shelly laughed. “No, I love a good excuse to dress up and wear high heels; I just don't get to do it very often. If you're sure that's what you want to do, I'm fine with it.”

 

“Good, I'll meet you in the hotel parking lot around six?” Vlad asked her realizing he was a little nervous she wouldn't show up and why it was so important to him that she did.

 

“Okay, I will see you then,” Shelly replied, and then impulsively, she leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Vlad, I haven't had such a good breakfast in a long time.”

 

“The pleasure is all mine Shelly,” he told her, and watched her leave.

 

It was cold as he walked the couple of blocks back to the hotel, but he barely felt it.

 

Vlad knew he was going to seduce her, he just wasn't sure if he wanted it to stop there. She stirred something in him that he had never felt before.

 

 

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