Breathless: In Love With an Alpha Billionaire

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  I was devastated, but figured Rick was just going along with the wedding because it was my dream to be a beautiful bride. The punk didn’t know how to tell me I was his mistress.

  Jacob was there through it all. He drove me home from the chapel, speaking life back into my spirit that day, reminding me of the fighter that was within me. Even as the memory of all of those people staring at me, when I stood at the door waiting for my fiancé to show up, made me want to kill myself, he held me close to him and made me promise to be the woman that he knew. He kissed me on the cheek, anticipating my need for affection. That kiss led to a kiss on the other cheek, and then finally my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we melted against one another. The passion behind his kiss was the most intense passion I ever felt.

  He glared into my eyes and made me promise to never think about killing myself again. “Don't you ever leave me," he said as he hugged me close. He broke our contact to say, "I'm sorry for kissing you like that, it's just that…"

  I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I pulled him close for another kiss. Before we knew anything, my wedding dress was off my body and on the floor, and Jacob was thrusting his unsheathed penis inside of me. The memory of my fiancé slowly faded away as he made the sweetest love to me.

  Our first time was a bitter-sweet memory; one that made me hurt even more when I looked at my cell phone, which had not received one call from him for months, not even to see how I was doing. Not only had he been ignoring my calls, but he also had up and ran off to Georgia behind the first podunk heifer that smiled at him. As one of the richest men in the world, I would have thought he had better sense than that.

  I was the kind of classy woman a man of his means was supposed to put on his arm, not Destiny. "What more could he ask for in a potential wife?" I asked myself as I wandered aimlessly around my beautiful home. The amenities Jacob added meant nothing without him around. I plopped down onto the plush sofa, picked up the phone and called him again. My call went to voicemail, once again. This time, he didn’t even let it ring but once.

  "I tried to give you one last chance, before I took matters into my own hands. Why are you rejecting me?" I yelled, throwing my phone hard against the wall.

  Tears sprang from my eyes as I got up from the sofa and rushed into the bedroom.

  "This is it! I'm going to end this for once and for all," I said looking at the pistol on my dresser. I put it inside my mouth and willed my finger to squeeze the trigger.

  "If we can't be together, I will just end it all," I said, this time pressing as hard as I could against the trigger, but the safety was on. Damn.

  I sat in the middle of my floor crying, wondering why no one would love me. I picked up my phone and called the Suicide Hotline, which was on speed dial, since I’d sought medical treatment for suicidal thoughts before.

  "Hello, this is Stacey from the Suicide Hotline. How may I help you?"

  I eased the gun back down and let it fall onto the floor. "I'm about to kill myself, if I don’t get need help," I admitted, as I sniveled.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  DESTINY

  Interrupted

  My eyes opened to find Jacob smiling down on me. "How long have you been awake?" I asked, smiling and running my hand up and down his toned arm.

  "Hmm…about an hour."

  "You should have got me up."

  "You looked like a sleeping angel. I wouldn’t dare wake you from your beauty rest."

  I moved on the bed, looking around him. "What time is it?"

  "It is two o’clock."

  "In the morning?”

  “Yeah. We still have plenty of time before morning light," he said.

  I leaned up and kissed him, wrapping my hand around his neck, and pulling him down so that he was on top of me.

  "So I take it you’re done sleeping.”

  “I like the way you think," I said with a smile.

  Our kiss deepened, and we held onto the moment. Neither of us made a move to change positions. When we did break our embrace, he slowly moved down my body.

  My legs instinctively opened up wider, as he surveyed my glistening mound. He ran his hands down my legs, causing me to shiver. His mouth latched onto my wetness and he plunged his tongue inside. His tongue slid across my clit, causing me to groan. He eased in and out, fucking me fervently with his tongue.

  I grabbed onto his head and moved him closer in. I grunted from the slow and sensual movements of his tongue. I moaned, thrusting my hips harder against him, and he went in deeper. His tongue swirled throughout my vagina, picking up any leftover cum from the night of passion we shared.

  As he was moving his tongue frantically across my nether lips and up and down my clit, another round of juices flowed out of me. His tongue methodically lapped up every drop.

  "Yes!" My head bounced against the bed, as erratic breathing took over my body.

  His tongue slowly moved out of its fortress and trailed up to my mouth, where he passionately took over. His hands ran down my sides, while his tongue dipped in and out of my mouth. The fact that we were so absorbed in the moment; it was a wonder that I heard my phone ringing.

  "Don’t…,” he begged, increasing the intensity of his lips on mine.

  I ignored it, until it rang again. It was a little after two o’clock in the morning. There was only one person I figured it could be. "I have to," I reluctantly said, pulling away. I reached over the bed and grabbed the phone from my nightstand. I saw his number on the phone. "Hello…Montie?"

  "Destiny, I’m sorry for calling so late."

  "Are the kids alright?"

  "Montana…she has a fever, crying, and nothing I do seems to make her feel better."

  I glanced to Jacob, and he was giving me a concerned look. "Have you given her Tylenol?"

  "Yes, about two hours ago. All she’s doing is yelling for you, though. I would have just brought her home, but Junior is sleeping, and…"

  "It’s alright. I’m on my way."

  I disconnected the call and shot Jacob an apologetic look. Then, I began getting dressed. In the midst of everything, I had forgotten that I didn’t have a car. I finished putting my bra on and turned to him.

  "I have to go get Montana. She's crying and has a fever. I don’t have a car here, so—" I said, when I noticed he was dressing, too.

  "I realize that," he replied. "I wouldn’t let you go by yourself anyway."

  "Thank you."

  He shrugged. "No thanks necessary."

  *******

  We rushed to Montie’s house. When we got to the door, Jacob remained by my side. I knocked on the door vigorously until he grabbed my hand.

  “Give him a chance to get to the door, baby.”

  “Why is he taking so long?” I was anxious to make sure that Montana got the care she needed.

  Montie finally opened the door. He glared at Jacob as if he was not expecting to see him there. I knew he wasn’t, but I rushed in with Jacob following me.

  "Where is she?" I asked.

  "Um…lying down," he mumbled, directing me to the back.

  I went into the room and saw her closed eyes.

  "I didn’t expect you to bring Jacob?" Montie said sarcasm thick in his voice.

  "You know, Montie, if I didn’t know better I would think that you were up to something," I spat.

  He laughed. "Ridiculous."

  "Is it?" I asked, looking back to Montana who was sleeping soundly. "Are you sure you didn’t just hope you would ruin tonight for me and that’s why you called?" I walked over and brushed my hand against her forehead. She was warm, but she didn’t have a fever.

  "I wouldn’t do that," he said defensively.

  “I’m not so sure about that.”

  "I called you, because she wanted you. You took so long that she fell asleep. She can stay since she is sleeping, but I don’t want her to wake up again and cry for you."

  I shook my head. "You don’t have to worry abo
ut that. I’m taking her anyway." I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Montana…baby girl."

  "Mommy?" Her eyes fluttered open, and she held her arms out for me to pick her up. She nestled against my neck and drifted back to sleep.

  "While I get her ready, go get Junior."

  "What? Junior is staying with me. He’s fine."

  I thought it was crazy to argue the point and just dropped it. I carried Montana out to the living room, where I waited for Montie to rejoin us.

  Jacob felt her forehead and a look of concern crossed his face. "She’s warm," he whispered.

  "Yes, she is," I said touching her forehead again.

  "I heard you fussing back there. Is everything okay with you and Montie?"

  I nodded, seeing Montie coming down the hallway with Montana's bag.

  "Yeah, everything is just fine. You don’t have to question her about what she and I talk about. That’s between me and Destiny," Montie answered Jacob for me, sounding pissed. "Stay in your own lane."

  Jacob calmly walked over to Montie and stood face to face with him. "It seems that you're the one misunderstanding a few things. This…" he turned around and pointed to me with Montana in my arms, "…is my lane. Whatever concerns Destiny, is a major concern of mine and that includes Montie Jr. and Montana."

  Montie looked was ready to come back at Jacob, and Jacob didn’t look ready to back down. Junior's tiny voice broke into the duel.

  "Mommy?" I turned to see Junior standing beside his dad.

  "Junior, what are you doing up?" I said as Jacob took a deep breath and walked away from Montie. They were still silently challenging one another.

  "What are you doing here, Mommy?" Junior asked, ignoring my question.

  "Montana wasn’t feeling good, so I’m taking her home. You’re going to stay and have a wonderful time with Daddy tomorrow." I was trying to sound cheerful for Montie’s sake, but I saw the look on Junior’s face as he puckered his lips.

  “I want to go home too,” he pouted.

  "Don’t cry, Junior," I said. “It’s still your father’s weekend time.”

  "I want to go with you, though," Junior said after a few hard sniffles.

  Montie glared at me and I shrugged. It wasn’t my fault our kids didn’t want to stay with him. I couldn’t tell Junior he couldn’t go home.

  "Go put your shoes on, Junior," I said, and he disappeared back in his room. "I’m sorry, Montie. I couldn’t tell him that he couldn’t go home. Why don’t we just switch weekends? You can have the kids next weekend."

  "That won’t work. I have to go out of town for work."

  “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Your work was always most important, so I don’t know what to tell you. Montana didn’t plan to get sick," I said.

  "I know," he grumpily replied and glared at Jacob who had a snarling glare, as well.

  Junior came out of the room wearing shoes and carrying his luggage.

  "Come on, let's go," Jacob said.

  “Bye son,” Montie said and hugged Junior.

  We left Montie’s house with him watching us from the porch. Jacob put the luggage in the trunk and helped to load Junior into the vehicle. I put Montana in her car seat.

  "We’re going home, sweetie," I said when she briefly opened her eyes. I kissed her forehead and closed her door.

  As I got into the passenger seat, I realized Montie had gone inside. He stared out the window with slump shoulders and a look of defeat in his eyes as we drove away.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  DESTINY

  Hot and Cold

  I walked out of Montana’s room, once she was back to sleep, and joined Jacob sitting on the couch in the living room. I sat down beside him, laid my head down his shoulder, and held his hand.

  "How’s she doing?" he asked.

  "She’s good. Thanks for standing up for us at Montie’s house. I don’t know why he acts like that."

  "The man lost the best thing that happened to him. I know why he’s mad about that, but it’s too late. It’s my job to love and protect you now. I’m not yielding my responsibilities for one second."

  "I love you." I brushed a soft kiss across his lips.

  "Mommy?" I pulled from the kiss and turned to find Junior standing in the living room.

  "Hey, what are you doing still awake?"

  "I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?" he asked.

  "Sure. Go get in my bed and I’ll be right there."

  Junior ran through the hall and into my bedroom.

  "You are a great mom, Destiny," he said.

  "You forgive me for cutting our night short?"

  "Baby, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Your kids come first, so there is nothing to forgive. Now, if you were the type of woman to put your needs first, that’s unforgivable."

  "Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

  "I was thinking about camping out on this couch, if that was alright with you," he patted the couch.

  “It’s a sweet gesture and I would love to wake up knowing you’re in the next room, but that couch won’t be very comfortable,” I said, taking in his tall stature, which made the furniture look even smaller.

  "Oh baby, don't worry about me being comfortable. My comfort comes in knowing that I’m here to protect you all. Now, go take care of Junior and I’ll see you tomorrow morning."

  I blew a kiss in his direction and smiled all the way to my bedroom. I was going to sleep well.

  *******

  The next morning, I woke up and saw that Junior was still sound asleep. I moved off the bed and padded down the hallway. I peeked in Montana’s bedroom. I walked over to her and touched her forehead and was relieved that she wasn’t feverish.

  I left her room. That’s when I smelled bacon. I headed into the kitchen where I stood and watched Jacob as he worked the stove. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head down on his shoulder.

  "Good morning," he said, touching my hand with one of his and flipping the bacon with the other. "Hope you’re hungry."

  "Hmm…" I moved over to the counter and rested my bottom on the ledge, loving the sight of his domesticated side. "Smells delicious."

  He turned off the bacon and put it on a plate. He broke off a piece and put it to my lips.

  "Hmm…tastes delicious, too," I said after one bite.

  He leaned in and sucked my lips. "You’re right, that’s pretty delicious."

  I smiled and pulled myself from the counter. The waffles had just come up. I helped by getting out a couple plates. "My sleepy heads are still out. They were exhausted," I said.

  "There’ll be plenty when they wake up," he replied with a wink. I put a plate in front of him and sat down. He joined me. "This gives us a glimpse into what it will be like when we’re married, doesn’t it?"

  "It does," I replied. We never specifically mentioned tying the knot. My marriage to Montie had taken a toll on me. I had prayed for the desire to one day want to marry again. To hear Jacob speak of marriage made me excited about our future. "I want to apologize again, about last night. It was hard to leave your bed and have to deal with Montie."

  He shrugged it off. "It just means the next time we’re together I’m going to make up for lost time. It turns me on to know that you put your children come first. I love it when a woman has her priorities in order. That's the way it should be."

  I munched on a piece of bacon, realizing how blessed I really was. "It means a lot to hear you say that that."

  He leaned across the table and we kissed. I nibbled lightly on his syrup covered lower lip and tediously removed the taste from his mouth. I would never tire of kissing Jacob Turner.

  "Mommy!" I heard Montana yell from her bedroom. I laughed, pulling away.

  "Hot and cold. This is exactly how it would be if we were married. Are you up for it?"

  "I’m always up for a challenge. But I know for sure it's going
to be more hot than cold, believe that," he said, as I walked away from him and left the kitchen.

  I hoped he meant that, because I was going to hold him to it.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  DESTINY

  All You Gotta Do Is Say Yes

  Over the course of the following week, Jacob and I didn’t get to see each other at all. He was busy in Delaware, and my time was occupied with being a mother and PR rep for business, Genesis, which was a new business in town. They were an up and coming retail store that I put my touches on to get them known in the market. When the end of the week came around, I tried to think of things the kids, Jacob and I could do that we hadn’t already done.

  "We could go roller skating," I thought aloud and reached for the phone to call him. Before I picked it up, the phone rang. “You must have read my mind," I answered, assuming that it was Jacob.

  "What do you mean, I must have read your mind?" my mother said with an attitude.

  "Oh, I thought you were someone else. Hey, Mom…how’s it going?"

  "It’s going good," she answered with a light chuckle. "I would be doing much better if you and my grandchildren had come visit me over the past few months. I’ve been missing you guys, so I figured I’m going to have to come get my grands, so they can spend the weekend with me."

  This was perfect. Junior and Montana could hang with Mom. Jacob and I could pick up where we left off last week. "Mom that’s a great idea. You want to keep them this weekend? I’ve been really busy and that would be helpful," I said.

  I didn’t want to go into any details about Jacob, so I led her to believe I would be working. I crossed my fingers and hoped she thought it was a great idea, too.

  "Bring them over about six o’clock, tonight."

  "Sounds great! They are going to love this, Mom.”

  “Good, see you at six.”

  I hung up the phone and excitedly called up Jacob.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey, so my mother is going to take the kids this weekend. I’m thinking we can get together and start where we left off last weekend. What do you think?"