The Science Of Love: A Billionaire BWWM Romance

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The Science
Of Love
Can they find the right formula?

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Do
you believe in soul mates?

Well
that's what Jada and David are.

Childhood
lovers separated by class and family issues, later reunited by fate.

Now
David is a billionaire, and science lover Jada is still his 'one that
got away'.

Join
the two as they rekindle their relationship while trying to make the
world a better place.

Can
they juggle an engagement, kids and still have time to invent a new
power generation method that will mean cleaner energy for everyone?

Find
out in this new romance story from the BWWM Club team.

Suitable
for over 18s only due to hot love making scenes.

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Contents

Chapter
1

Chapter
2

Chapter
3

Chapter
4

Chapter
5

Chapter
6

Chapter
7

Chapter
8

Chapter
9

Chapter
10

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Chapter 1

A hush
went over the room when the husband and wife took the podium. He
asked everyone to be seated and listen to a statement they had
prepared. The announcement was further complicated by the newborn
child the woman held. The baby looked very much like her mother and
shared the thick, black hair of her ancestors. But she was also light
of complexion and resembled her father in that manner. Before he
began to read, the baby started crying, forcing her mother to hand
her to a nanny who was on the side. Therefore all the press pictures
which sped across the planet that day showed David Smith, his wife
Jada and their newborn baby, Davada, with the nanny. This prompted as
the same question asked ten million times that day: “Who is
that woman on the side holding the baby?”


We
have a statement to make,” David said, as he took the
microphone. He was fair of skin and shared the blue eyes of those who
had settled the Unites States from England. “But I’m
lousy at public speaking, so I’m going to let my wife do the
talking. It was her idea in the first place, so she needs to be the
one making the statement and answering the questions.”

Jada
Smith took the microphone from him and looked at the audience. She
was a dark woman, dark as the coal from which a diamond is formed.
Jada was slight in build and mobile, showing her dance instructor’s
body which had spent years teaching young girls all the positions
needed to do their recitals.

She
tested the microphone and pulled a sheet of papers out of her
business suit, looking at the audience with care. There had to be
close to 500 people in the hall, at least several thousand more
outside. They were all waiting to hear the results of the power
generation test of the Tokamak reactor, the one which could simulate
the way the sun made energy: by fusing hydrogen to make helium. The
clean way which would solve earth’s energy needs for the next
ten thousand years and enable humanity to go to the stars. Jada had
come a long way from her humble beginnings in Mississippi. David too
from his origins in Ohio.


Good
afternoon,” she said into the microphone, “I want you to
look at the display on the ceiling. Please note the power yield
figures from the initial test of the Tokamak-Simmons reactor. It has
generated enough electrical power to be considered a success.”
She used a pointer to show the figures and heard the sound of
countless notebook computers, tablets and even paper pads jotting
down the information. Across the room, cameras clicked and flashed at
the chart.

David
sat there with their newborn child and wanted to tell his daughter
how proud he was of her mother. Humanity was headed into the next
millennium and it was her doing. She would grow up in a world that
never knew the fear of starvation or deprivation.

And yet
it had started so innocently at college years ago, he remembered. Had
he not noticed the shy black girl sitting in the student lounge, his
and her life might have gone differently. It was amazing what one
encounter could lead to and how it was going to change the world. He
rocked his daughter gently after the nanny had given her to him and
looked out at the audience. No one would have believed it possible
ten, twenty years ago. He had even silenced his cell phone. One of
his assistants was standing off to the side with a stand-by phone,
just in case there was an important message he had to take. But David
didn’t anticipate any such messages. When Jada had finished
delivering her speech, there might be time for them, but for now,
this was his wife’s moment.

*****

David
Smith had been an idle little computer programming major at Olentangy
University in central Ohio when he started college. He had few
friends and spent most of his time learning some new aspect of
programming. He had impressed his teachers in high school and this
had resulted in a recommendation for the programming course at the
college for accelerated and gifted students. It was a good decision
as he really wasn’t too interested in anything else, other than
his science fiction novels and computer games. David had a vast
knowledge of classic science fiction literature from his years of
reading his father’s old paperback books in the basement at the
family house.

His dad
had been an engineer in a series of aviation companies which had gone
bust in the later part of the twentieth century in the USA. The
consolidation and outsourcing of heavy equipment manufacturing had
struck the Midwest hard over the years and nothing seemed to replace
the government funded aviation works around former tooling centers
such as Dayton and Tipp City. So his father had been eager to push
programming and computer work on David at an early age.

David
had shown some rare talent and sailed through the advanced courses at
the college. Olentangy University was one of the largest colleges in
the American Midwest or anywhere else and attracted some of the best
computing minds in the world. Dave was able to study under some very
prestigious professors even as a lowly undergraduate. He impressed
them with his skills and understanding of just about every computer
language available. It was something he could acquire naturally and
he didn’t find it difficult understanding the abstract
reasoning behind the theories used to make the languages work.

Jada
Young had attended the same college, but on an education scholarship
from her hometown in Mississippi. Her father had been the pastor of a
church in the delta region and had seen up-close how poverty and a
lack of education stopped people from advancing. He was determined
his children would all attend college and go on to first-class jobs.
He was a God-fearing man who ran his church with concern for the poor
in his community and did what he could do to help everyone.

She was
the youngest of three children and her older brothers had attended
Grambling State in Louisiana on athletic scholarships. When Jada’s
turn came, her parents wanted her to attend a good teacher’s
college. They selected Olentangy because it had one of the best
reputations in the country. It also had a program for taking kids out
of rural areas and training them to become public school teachers. So
her parents selected this school for her.

Jada
hadn’t wanted to become a teacher, but it was the best way to
get out of her small town, so she agreed to her parents’ plan.
Jada had two passions when she was growing up: dance and science. She
had watched a ballet on TV when she was six years old and was
mesmerized. Her parents’ didn’t think dance was a proper
choice for a young lady, but agreed to let her take ballet lessons at
the local storefront dance school. Her other passion, science, was
nurtured from a teacher in elementary school who would take the class
on field trips and explain the wonders of nature to them. Jada
discovered the science section at her school library and read every
book she could find on the subject.Her parents couldn’t see the
logic in lettering her major in a scientific field unless it was to
teach science in high school. So she enrolled in OU’s science
education program and tried her hardest not to spend time in the
school’s extensive library where every subject had a book
dedicated to it. She survived her first year of college and was able
to stay in student housing on campus which was dedicated to honor
students with financial difficulties. She managed to take a few dance
classes as her general education requirements, but she lacked the
time to audition for any of the dance companies on campus or in the
town of Scioto where the college was located.

While
Jada was struggling with her course load, David was struggling to
adjust to campus life. Never the social butterfly, David had to work
hard to socialize with the people around him. He just didn’t
care for people. People annoyed him, but computers did what they were
supposed to do when programmed correctly. He tried attending one of
the science fiction club meetings, but the general appearance of the
club members put him off. It didn’t help that the club met
right next to a prayer meeting of Pentecostals and he was forced to
listen to a hellfire sermon coming from the next room. Music soothed
him and he found himself searching the bins at used record and CD
shops looking for what he could play to use as background sounds to
drown out the noise of the other students around him.

Women
remained an absolute mystery to him. Although he had always wanted to
have a girlfriend, David hadn’t a clue how to go about finding
one. He had lived in student housing the first year on campus and
found it to be an absolute zoo of partying and promiscuity. Lacking
the ability to recognize social clues most of the other students had,
David found it difficult to even engage in a conversation with a
member of the fairer sex. He would stare in fascination as the smooth
athletic types in his dormitory engaged in casual conversation which
might lead to a little action later, but he found it too complicated
to do himself. Time and time again he would be told by a roommate or
friend a girl was interested in him only to respond with a look of
disbelief on his face. How the hell could any woman be the least bit
interested in him and why hadn’t he noticed? The few times he’d
been out with women on solo dates, they'd ended in disasters as he
had trouble grasping the unwritten rules of etiquette which governed
his social interactions.

Jada had
plenty of suitors but did her best to ignore them all. Most of the
guys who made a play for her thought a backwoods girl from the delta
would be an easy target. They were dead wrong. She specialized in
breaking down the approach methods of any manner of pick-up artist
who tried to hit on her during the day and evening. Watching them
melt when she turned the lines back on them was a game to her that
she seldom lost. It didn’t help she had a growth spurt her last
year of high school which turned her into a tall, beautiful woman of
color. She would walk down the street and have to endure the cat
calls of any number of men and boys. After a few months, Jada had
learned to tune them out. Her big claim to fame was watching a
lothario dissolve one night at a party when he tried to smooth-talk
his way into her pants. She told him he wasn’t traveling fast
enough for her company and listened to the outburst of laughter in
the room. He had gone on to less-armored targets after losing to her.

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