Authors: Aisha Brooks
ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (65 page)
Conclusion
A year later, Eric and Celeste pulled into a downtown parking lot. It was late evening of Independence Day and they had agreed to join his family and hers for the celebration. Eric wasn't fond of the loud noises and crowds that came with the holiday, but remember how Celeste's eyes had lit up at the fireworks show the year before. He only hoped that this year they would shine even brighter and match the twinkle of the diamond he planned to slip onto her finger if she agreed to be his wife.
As they carried the lawn chairs and coolers to join the rest of the crowd, he thought about how much his life had changed over the last year. Celeste had become the answer to questions he never even knew he had. They had settled into a quiet life at her home where he began a computer programming and networking business from home. The logic of the numbers and letters creating whole new things were soothing, but not at soothing as every moment he spent with Celeste.
He watched her curls bounce in the summer breeze and couldn't help, but to smile. Their lives had slowly entwined until they had become inseparable. Celeste gave him a quick kiss and head off to say hello to her relatives. He set their chairs up close by and began unpacking the cooler.
“Really have you told him yet?” her sister's voice carried to his ears. “I bet he's going to be thrilled to be a daddy. You guys are going to be such great parents and I'm going to be the aunt that spoils all of your kids and gives them enough chocolate to make them bounce off the walls before sending them home.”
Eric laughed and glanced in her direction. She was talking to Celeste. He was going to be the daddy. He had thought about kids before, but could never decide exactly how he felt about bringing life into the world. He knew it could be a cruel place and had seen enough to know that it was a miracle anyone lived to be elderly. Now that he had heard the news (even if it was unintentional on both of their parts), he was elated. He couldn't wipe the goofy grin off his face. He was going to be a daddy. Together he and Celeste had created a new life that would be born as a living testament to their love.
He could hardly keep it a secret that he had overheard when Celeste rejoined him. He kissed her hard and almost gave himself away. Though he doubted he would be able to last all evening. Eric had originally planned to wait until right before the big fireworks show to pop the question, but reassured by what he had overheard he knew he couldn't wait a moment longer.
The crowd began to gather around as soon as he knelt on one knee. He ignored the onlookers, their smiles, and sounds of glee and looked into Celeste's eyes. She was smiling and already beginning to cry and he knew he'd join her soon if he didn't hurry up and ask the question. He pulled the small black ring box out of his pocket and opened it.
“Celeste Bell, you have made me the happiest and luckiest man on the face of the Earth. I don't want to spend one day of the rest of my life without you. You are my life. I love you so much. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes!” Celeste said and threw her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”
Eric rose to his feet pulling her with him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and the crowd cheered. When the kiss broke he slipped the ring onto her finger and she kissed him again.
“You're going to be a daddy,” she whispered when the kiss broke.
“I know,” he kissed her again. “I can't wait to be a family. Looking back, I know my life didn't begin until the day I met you. I love you so much, Celeste.”
“I love you too, Eric!”
As if on cue red, white, and blue fireworks erupted in the sky and for the first time since coming home from the war, Eric didn't startle at the sound of a loud noise. He and Celeste cuddled on a blanket they had bought and began to talk about names for their baby.
“If it's a boy I want to name it after you.”
“We should name if after you if it's a girl,” Eric said and kissed her softly. “If we ever have a daughter, I want her to be just as strong and beautiful as her mother.”
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Steven Fleming’s 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 he’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 Outsider Inside
Chapter 2: The Dinner Debate
Chapter 3: The Jock
Chapter 4: Cleaning Up Your Mess
Chapter 5: So It Begins
Chapter 6: The Awful Game
Chapter 7: Irresistible
Chapter 8: Can’t Say No to True Love
Chapter 1: The Outsider Inside
Cory sat on a bench outside the coffee shop, watching the sun set, enjoying the summer breeze and privately bidding farewell to his hometown. His friends had thrown him a farewell party, a small get-together, and had left about half an hour ago. He lingered for a while after they had left, suddenly finding his town more beautiful than he had ever thought before.
Perhaps it was because he knew he would not be seeing it for a long time that he had suddenly started noticing the little things in it and appreciating its beauty. He enjoyed the peaceful moments he had while he could, and mentally prepared himself for the emotional blackmailing, arguments, and fighting that was about to take place at dinner.
He had applied to college secretly, with help from his father, and against his mother’s wishes. He knew she would have done everything in her power to stop him, so he had decided not to tell her until it was time to leave. He had been accepted at a prestigious college, made living arrangements at the on-campus hostel, and was all set to leave the next day.
Cory’s father was a businessman who was always busy with work, meetings, or playing golf with friends. His mother, Georgiana, was a model and actress who was used to having her way; she had grown accustomed to people putting up with her throwing temper tantrums all the time, bossing people around, and nodding their heads to all her commands.
Georgiana was a beautiful, sexy woman. Her petite figure, golden locks, and fine features were what helped her grace the cover of one magazine or the other at least once every week. She had worked very hard to reach the point in her career she was at, without any contacts or connections. And she wanted her children to take full advantage of her position. She could get them noticed, bring jobs, etc. She had succeeded in getting her daughter to follow into her footsteps, and now the 21 year old was on her way to becoming the ‘It Girl’ of Hollywood.
But things got complicated when it came to Cory. Although he belonged to an affluent and influential family, the sort that people normally call the ‘party crowd,’ Cory was an outsider.
Unlike the rest of his family, he was very unconfident and not the least into partying. Although physically he looked an awful lot like his mother, or even surpassed her in beauty, personality wise he was the complete opposite. He was down to earth, considerate, and serious. He looked at everything seriously, always considered people’s feelings, and never took advantage of the influence his family enjoyed.
Georgiana had insisted that Cory get into modeling. She knew her son would surpass all of them; after all, not everyone is born with such exquisite beauty.
Cory looked like he had been custom designed; his features were finely tailored, naturally. He was 5’10”, had a toned body from working out regularly, and his golden hair was silky, straight, and long, almost reaching his shoulders. His lips were pink, fresh, and always complimented his pearly white smile.
Every time he smiled, his upper lip would reveal a row of small, tiny, perfect teeth, kinda like Adam Levine’s smile. His skin was smooth, not hairy, and perfect for a model. And his eyes were absolutely beautiful. He got the best of both worlds from both of his parents, and, apparently, the perfect combo of genes that landed him with violet eyes. His mother was right; he would have been highly successful if he pursued modeling.
But, like he always said, it did not matter. What mattered was what he wanted, and what he wanted was a life far from politics and showbiz. A quiet, calm, content, and serene life.
Going to college, in that sense, might not have been the best idea, but Cory was passionate about learning. He wanted to be a writer, and although he already wrote very well, he insisted that he wanted to study writing to hone his skills. His plus point was that he didn’t really need the money, so it was all about learning, and he was privileged enough to pursue it without any financial strains. Living in a plastic world, a bubble of perfection, he wanted friends that were real. He was almost 20, but he could never really say for sure if any of his friends were real.
How many of them would stick to him and stay by his side if his family lost the wealth and influence? Cory was always questioning things. And while he was almost 20, he had never dated a single girl. He never wanted to go that far with anyone, at least not with people he didn’t deem original.
Cory shook his head and snapped out of his reverie. The sun had already set; the street lamps were on, the roads were bright with fast paced cars speeding in both directions, and the stars were beginning to appear. It looked like a time lapse, in slow motion. Cory sighed heavily, ready to bid farewell to this life.
“Goodbye,” he said to himself, and started walking home. On the way back, he called his father to make sure he made it home in time for dinner; he knew he needed someone to be on his side and support him.
“Coryyy,” said his mother delightedly as he entered the house.
“What’s up, mum,” he said without enthusiasm.
“Guess who’s coming for dinner tomorrow?”
“Who?”
“The editor of Vogue,” she squealed. “I think I can get your sister in, but what I want to do is introduce you to him. So, don’t miss the dinner!”
“About that…” Cory began, but Georgiana had already stopped listening and went on to oversee the dinner. She made a big deal out of Sunday dinner because that was when her ex-husband, Cory’s father, came home to eat with them. That was, as Georgiana put it, ‘quality family time.’