The Color Of Love: A BWWM Billionaire Alpha Male Romance (14 page)

He avoided
Victoria’s eyes in those moments and answered quietly the
questions of his salacious romantic escapades in short clipped
sentences. Victoria had received the truth about his ways without him
ever telling her a thing.

When the court
recessed for lunch, Victoria excused herself to the bathroom, but
then quietly slipped past reporters into a waiting cab. She was going
home. From all accounts, Dawson had no less than thirty lovers in the
past three years. Some lasted a week and others a few months and the
longest one to date was Victoria Jones. She didn’t know how she
felt. Slightly cheap and very foolish for allowing this man to get
her in bed and make her pregnant. The tears were back.

Around four in the
afternoon she woke up from her sorrow induced sleep to a knock on the
door. Her growing tummy stopped her from moving too quickly, but
eventually she made it to the door. In stalked Dawson, who was in a
rush to say something.

“I know it’s
bad Victoria. I know I sound like a man whore but I swear to the
heavens that I have changed. I saw the error in my ways, especially
with women like Naomi. Jesus! I am so pissed off that I keep doing
this to you. Despite all my money I am flawed Victoria. I am a flawed
man asking for you to work through this with me please!”

Victoria wore only a
sports bra and panties, her body could no longer handle the heat of
sustaining two lives and she wore as little clothes as possible once
at home. The sight of her belly swollen with his child reduced Dawson
to a child himself and before long he was whispering apologies to her
tummy and not her. Victoria was not in a particularly forgiving mood
and waited until he got up to ask him a pressing question.

“What will you
do Dawson, when all your business partners leave you and your many
investments fail because of your black girlfriend? What will I do the
next time someone from your past decides I am not good enough for you
and takes me out instead of only spitting in my face? What shall I
say when I have to take the stand tomorrow? How do I defend a man who
has been secretive about his past for so long?”

“The Judge
threw out the case after Naomi had a mental breakdown this evening.
They subpoenaed the phone records between Naomi and Jasmine proving
that I didn’t make the arrangements.”

Falling to his knees
under the serenity prayer where he first touched her body, Dawson
looked like the most pitiful puppy. He was accustomed to being in
control and command, but around this woman he was nothing more than
mush. The situations he dealt with since meeting her had opened his
eyes to the real facts of this cruel life. All the money in the world
and yet he was a miserable human being without her. Riches were not
always in the bank it seemed.

Beseechingly, Dawson
looked into Victoria’s eyes and said, “I have no idea
how, but since being with you I have learned that you are a better
person than me. I have been caught up with the trappings of material
gain for so long that I never developed, but you on the other hand…
you have taught me how to be better and if you
allow me to stay in your life I will try to learn from you. That’s
all I can promise.”

Her face was only
half convinced, but Dawson was intent on proving his sincerity to
her. Slowly, he stroked the sides of her legs while resting his ear
on her tummy, listening to the two heartbeats that had taken over his
world. He felt her body relax against the wall and tiny sighs were
released from her lips.

Moving his hand
slowly in the direction of the slit between her legs, Dawson savored
the feel of her smooth skin under his fingertips. Victoria’s
body was different in many ways. Her hips were now considerably wider
and the mound of her womanhood was now fatter than before. He thought
it was sexy and used his roaming hands to let her know she was
beautiful.

He liked to kiss her
legs and trace the inside of her thighs with his mouth and now that
she was even fuller Victoria seemed more delicious. The lips of her
labia strained through the fabric of her lace panties and he couldn’t
resist nibbling on the succulent skin through the impeding material.
Using his lips to massage her clit through the panties added extra
stimulation to her already sensitive body and he hoped she would melt
in his mouth.

Probing and prodding
the sumptuous feast she offered him, Dawson became aware of his own
hardness in his pants and longed to submerge his dick deep in her
chasm, but he already knew this wasn’t about pleasing himself,
it was about pleasing her. The whimpers had increased to moans and as
she ran her fingers through his sandy blonde hair, Dawson hoped he
was forgiven.

He grew tired of her
pussy being covered and slowly peeled it away from her skin before he
lifted her gently down the hallway to her bedroom where he carefully
placed her on the bed. Times when they made love before were hot and
urgent - today he wanted to take his time. Removing his clothing one
piece at a time, he never let his eyes leave hers.

When he was fully
naked, he removed the sports bra she wore freeing her breasts and
filling his eyes and heart. They too had changed and the areolas were
even darker now and the nipples always semi erect.
As he lay behind her, he marveled at how
perfectly the curves of her ass and hips fit in the concave of his
pelvis - she was the missing piece to his puzzle.

Kissing her neck and
then her shoulders slowly, he closed his eyes and envisioned them
melting into one - a single entity that nothing could attack or
penetrate, he wanted them to be one. When his kisses reached the
center of her back Victoria’s body shuddered and trembled and
before long she begged him, “Dawson, I want to feel you inside
me, please stop torturing me and make love to me before I explode.”

Usually he wasn’t
one to take orders, but in this instance he was more than happy to
oblige. Reaching his hand down, he found his cock hard, ready and
dripping. The pre cum created from anticipating her warmth and
wetness made the head shiny and he smiled inside knowing that if she
wasn’t pregnant already she would surely have gotten pregnant
now.

Lubricated from
Dawson’s wet mouth and her own flowing juices, Victoria lay in
a spooning position while he spread her ass cheeks and shifted lower
to locate the entrance of her passage. The body heat emanating from
the wet opening between her legs had increased over the past months
and as the head of his cock rimmed her dripping hole, Dawson braced
himself for the pleasure of being steeped and marinated inside her.
He was right, her pussy was hotter than ever and the passage seemed
smaller and tighter as her body adjusted to accommodate another
human.

He stayed still for
a while, but Victoria couldn’t stop her own movements and
shifted her ass and hips to feel him deeper inside her. Finally, he
began to move and the feeling drove Victoria wild. Her mouth hung
open, unable to form words or sounds as she received the cock of the
man she loved and desired. His pace increased only slightly and
Victoria felt the need to encourage him.

“Fuck me
Dawson, I am pregnant not dead, I want to feel you.”
Sufficiently satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt her or the baby,
he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. His thighs slapped
her ass as he impaled her and withdrew time and time again, while
Victoria used one hand to reach behind and pull him into her. The
other hand grabbed and released the linen sheets as she searched so
desperately for release.

Dawson grunted and
panted as his cock communicated feelings of pleasure to his brain and
he felt his dick growing harder still. With every stroke, Victoria’s
chasm grew wetter and tighter - she was on the verge of climax. As
the animalistic sound of lust and love filled the room, the two
people in love uttered words of sex and passion to each other.

The tension was
mounting to tremendous peaks when Dawson whispered, “I love you
Victoria Jones and I want you to be my wife. I want to make love to
you like this every day and night. I want to see your face every
morning when I wake up and play with our beautiful child. Say yes
Victoria… Please say yes.”

At first her
response was barely audible, but as he moved inside her deeper and
stronger, her volume increased. Yes Dawson… yes… yesss…
yesss.” As the final words left her lips Victoria convulsed,
finally succumbing to the pressure of the orgasm rocking her fruitful
body. That was all Dawson needed to hear to grant him his own
release. The liquid of love shot out of his shaft and into her with
the intensity of a bullet and he too shuddered knowing he had
officially been taken hostage by the captor called love.

He fell asleep
inside her. He never wanted to be apart from her or his child again
and as he drifted into dreamland with Victoria in his arms, Dawson
knew he had truly found the one.

On the first Monday
morning of December, Victoria woke up in Dawson’s apartment to
a searing pain under her tummy. Knowing full well that she ate a
strange combination of sardines and pumpkin smashed together the
night before, her first thought was indigestion but the pain was too
sharp for that. It quickly passed and Victoria breathed a sigh of
relief.

Awake and alert she
got out of the bed to pee - something she had been doing a lot of
recently. Sitting on the toilet and relieving herself, she yawned
sleepily and contemplated taking a shower.

When she finally
mustered the strength to get up, she turned on the water and waited a
few seconds for it to regulate the temperature. They were no clothes
to remove because she usually slept naked nowadays. The heat along
with her increased sexual appetite made clothes inconvenient and
unnecessary and she smiled when she thought of an exhausted Dawson
still snoring in the bed, fatigued from their early morning
lovemaking.

As Victoria placed
one foot in the beautifully tiled stall, she felt something wet gush
down her leg. Odd she though, she had just used the toilet and was
pretty sure she didn’t have to pee again. Had the baby
destroyed her bladder function totally? When she placed her second
foot on the masculine blue and black tiled floor of the shower, an
avalanche of clear fluid cascaded down the space between her legs and
she immediately understood what was happening.

At her last doctor’s
visit, Victoria had complained of being tired of the pregnancy - she
wanted it out. Like most pregnant women toward the end, she was tired
of renting out space in her body to a small being who did nothing but
make her eat like a glutton. Outside of that, she wanted to see her
baby’s face and feel the small fingers wrap around hers. She
wanted to nuzzle the tiny neck of the child she housed in her womb
for so long. Two more weeks was too long to wait.

The doctor’s
advice was simple, the same way the baby got in there would be the
best way to get it out. She didn’t need to be told twice and
since that day one week ago, she had made a concentrated effort to
get as much of Dawson as nature would allow.

Now she was faced
with her most dreaded fear - labor. What a day this baby had chosen.
Victoria was scheduled to view the beachside venue they had picked
out for the wedding today. Oh well that would have to wait. Loudly
she yelled, “Dawson… Dawson… wake up…. I
think my water broke.”

For some odd reason
he responded, “Ok… I think we should call your mother.”
Later they would laugh at his ridiculous response, but right now they
had more pressing issues. After a quick shower and an argument with
the father to be about how close her contractions were, Victoria sat
down to call her mother. The woman must have been psychic . She
answered her phone with the statement, “I guess it’s
time.” The arrangements for her mother’s pick up were
made and Marjorie reluctantly agreed to fly over in Dawson’s
private jet.

Over the next hour
the contractions went from every half an hour to every twenty minutes
and Dawson became overwhelmed with Victoria’s refusal to go to
the hospital. Finally, after his third call to her doctor, Victoria
decided she was ready to go.

From nowhere a wheel
chair arrived and downstairs a private ambulance waited to take her
to the hospital ten minutes away. When the driver turned on the siren
the contractions immediately intensified and the starched white polo
Dawson wore felt the consequences. Her fingers closed around a
fistful of fabric as she felt the pain of being gutted and torn
apart. As it subsided, Victoria felt delirious and the fear of the
next one hitting her made her nervous.

She felt it building
and mounting. The contractions were now every five minutes apart and
as this one began, she tried to remember her breathing coach’s
words, ‘in through your nose and out through your mouth,
concentrate on your core’, she said but it made no sense now.

“Someone
please get this baby out of me,” she screamed to the medic
while blocking off Dawson’s neck causing his face to drain all
color. This was worse than he imagined it would be. The veins in her
neck popped as the strain of bringing a child into the world overtook
her.

“I am sorry
Victoria… I didn’t know it would be like this…”
He never finished his sentence because he found his breathing once
again cut off by Victoria’s powerful arm. The medic found it
difficult to extract the same arm from Dawson’s leg as they
tried to wheel her out of the ambulance and into the hospital, but
eventually Dawson and the two medics detached a screaming Victoria
and got her swiftly to the labor room.

Two minutes apart
now were the contractions and the Doctor who had received an
unfortunate kick before, announced she was ten centimeters dilated
and very ready. She had proudly made the decision not to have pain
medication and Dawson had suggested otherwise. In the end, she was
sorry that she had not listened and now felt as if she was being
split in half.
Victoria begged for something… anything
to stop the pain invading her body.