The Billionaire Lesbian

by Jessi Loveless

  When I finish I recline back and lift my arms above my head so she can remove my shirt.

  Once my shirt comes off Jessica undoes the front clip of my bra, and her mouth promptly encloses over one of my nipples.

  She lets out this gasp mixed with a plea as my fingers slide through her hair, tugging at the roots, both pulling and pushing her closer. My legs clamp down on her sides, causing a throaty groan to escape her mouth. I just about lose it.

  In one motion she twist and pushes me down on the bed, her hand still cups one of my breasts as I fall back. Jessica is on top of me kissing my jaw, my neck and then my breast.

  Shivers race up and down my spine as she moves my skirt up higher and reaches into my panties to touch me. I clench my teeth together to stop myself from screaming out when her hand makes contact.

  Jessica smiles against my neck as kisses it and rubs my clit. My hips buck as pleasure spreads through me like electricity. I can barely think let alone do anything else. I grip her shoulders as she sinks two fingers into my folds and starts thrusting gently.

  "I can't hold out and longer." I burst out.

  She growls and then removes her hand. The pleasure building in me slowly deflating. Her mouth leaves my neck and she stares down at me with her smoldering brown eyes.

  She grabs a hold of my skirt and slowly removes it along with my panties. She trails kisses down one of my inner thighs and then moves up to torment the other one.

  "Jessica." I groan. "Please."

  She smiles, cocky and sure of herself.

  She slides up against me slowly so her belt, and pants all brush against my nub and teases me. She pulls down her pants and boxers in one swift movement, freeing herself.

  I watch in fascination as she slides into me and then slowly out. I want to close my eyes and take her all in but the look on her face stops me. Its complete desire, lust, and something else I am to unfamiliar with to identify.

  Jessica lowers herself so her forehead rest against mine and she braces herself on her arms, trapping me under her. She buries herself in me again in one smooth stroke. She smothers mt cries with her lips, kissing me mercilessly as she thrusts.

  Pleasure builds inside me until I can't hold back any longer. My hips buck as I come hard. The force of it leaves me quivering and whimpering in Jessica's arms, which pushes her over the edge. Her own hips rock as she comes with me.

  She collapses on top of me, her head buried in my neck. While she catches her breath I run my hands up and down her back. When my hands come into contact with her bra I wonder if next time we can try to take this off.

  Slowly, Jessica pulls out of me shivering and moaning as she does.

  "You are incredible." She says, as she rest her weight on her knees.

  She reaches for my hands and pulls me into a sitting position. She rearranges us so she is on her back and I'm resting my head on her chest.

  Jessica strokes my hair gently. She chuckles, the sound vibrating against her chest.

  "You have skills."

  I smile and kiss her chest.

  "You're not so bad yourself."

  She laughs again.

  When I shiver her arms tighten around me, and then she reaches for a blanket. After she covers us up, she kisses my forehead, and then runs her fingers through my hair until I fall asleep.

  "Hey, you, wake up." I hear Jessica's voice before I feel her hands rubbing my back. Squinting my eyes, I groan as the light hits them and roll over to my back.

  "It's almost ten, and i've got a big day planned."

  This statement has my eyes shooting open. "I'm late for work!"

  "Don't worry about it. Now come on, breakfast is ready."

  "What'd you make?" I ask excitedly.

  "French toast." She replies.

  "Okay give me a minute." I throw the blanket off and drag my feet to the bathroom. I take my time brushing my teeth, and getting a shower.

  When I walk in the kitchen, she has two plates of french toast set out, with a couple of glasses of orange juice.

  We sit opposite each other and I shovel my food into my mouth, savoring the crispy gooey combination.

  "I wish you would tell me how you make these like this." I say.

  "It's Ma's recipe. I've been sworn to secrecy." She laughs, taking a bite.

  I finish before she even gets halfway done.

  "You seem like you're starving." She says.

  "I feel like I am."

  Jessica stands and grabs my empty plate, setting it in the sink.

  "I thought we'd go do something fun today, and skip work."

  Not able to speak because I suddenly feel like I'm going to be sick, I nod. The movement makes my stomach retch, and I push my chair back and run to the bathroom. I don't shut the door behind me because I don't have time before I find myself emptying the contents of my stomach.

  I feel her pull my hair back, as she says soothing words. I reach up and flush when i'm finished, but I don't feel any better.

  "I think you've got that stomach bug Susan had last week." Jessica says, while helping me to my bedroom.

  "Yeah, and you should probably go so you don't get sick too."

  "A little stomach bug has never bothered me before." She says while tucking me in like a child. "My mother knows the best remedy for the stomach bug, I'm going to go call her."

  I nod, and close my eyes as she leaves the room.

  I must doze because when I open my eyes again Jessica is sitting on the bed next to me, running her hand across my face and through my hair. It relaxes me and comforts all at the same time.

  "How are you feeling?" She asks.

  I take a moment before answering waiting to see if I feel nauseous again.

  "I actually feel much better."

  "Good." She says and smiles. "My mother brought over some soup, do you think you can eat?"

  At the mention of food I suddenly feel like I'm starving.

  "Yes." I say.

  "I'll be back." She says.

  I watch her walk out of my bedroom, and I throw the blanket off, and get out of bed slowly just in case. When I know I'm not going to be sick again, I go to the bathroom to take another shower, so I'll feel clean after this morning.

  When I get out I start to get dressed, but stop when my eyes connect on the box of tampons I bought last month. I go back into my bedroom and find my phone, I open up my period tracker and see that I'm a few days late. For a moment I panic, and then remember from what i've read up on Jessica's condition there's a huge possibility she can't have kids. There's no reason to worry, is there?

  My head feels dizzy and I have the sudden urge to throw up again. I toss my phone on the bed and sprint to the bathroom. After I'm finished I hang my face over the sink and splash cold water on it.

  A cold washcloth is placed on the back of my neck a second later, and I spin around not expecting anyone to be in here with me.

  "Are you okay?" Jessica asks while rubbing my arms soothingly. I nod my head, not ready to answer with words.

  I stare at Jessica for several seconds and think back on these last couple of weeks. She's done so much better, if I really was pregnant would I lose her?

  Chapter 25

  Haley's point of view.

  "Are you sure you're okay?" Jessica asks after several minutes.

  I look at her again. Should I tell her? What if i'm just late due to stress? I don't want to freak her out over nothing. I should just wait a few days and see if I start, or buy a test.

  Yes that's what I should do, to be certain.

  "I'm okay." I tell her, and then turn back to the sink to brush my teeth.

  There is no reason to panic yet. Tomorrow I will buy a pregnancy test. People do that all the time, and it comes back negative all the time. Today I need to put it out of my mind and get some rest. I would only make myself sick again worrying about it.

  I ate some of the soup Angela brought over, and then we cuddled together on my bed and watched movies until we bot
h fell asleep later that night.

  The next morning, I feel nauseated but not enough to keep me from getting up when I hear Jessica moving around downstairs. Knowing she's here still and hasn't gone to work is making me nervous. After freshening up and throwing on some clothes, I find Jessica in the kitchen making breakfast. She has her back to me, and I lean against the doorframe to watch her.

  When she turns, and spots me she smiles.

  "Morning, how are you feelin?"

  "I feel pretty good." I say, and push away from the door and go to the fridge for some orange juice.

  She takes it from me, and pulls out a chair.

  "Sit."

  When I do as she asked, she slides a plate towards me and pours us each a glass of juice. I don't wait for her to start before I start eating.

  There are no words spoken as we eat. When I finish I make sure i'm going to keep it down before I get up and grab my dirty dishes and busy myself cleaning them since I don't have a dishwasher, the only downside of this place.

  Her chair scrapes along the floor, and her steps get closer. She stands behind me and boxes me in with her arms, her chest flush with my back. An involuntary shudder courses through my body when she moves the hair off the right side of my neck and replaces it with her mouth.

  She rest her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around me.

  "There's something going on with you."

  "How do you know?"

  "Your eyes. They tell me everything without you having to say a word, they always do. And you not looking into mine is all the proof I need. Tell me. Let me help you for once."

  God, I want to, but I can't. I'm too afraid of how she'll react.

  "Jessica, I can't." I reply staring down at the water that is circling around the drain.

  She grips my shoulders and turns me around, forcing me to look at her as she frames my face with her hands. She runs the thumb over my cheek and smiles before turning and walk away.

  I let out a deep breath when she leaves the kitchen, and I hope I can get out of the house today without her.

  Later that day, when she's busy on the phone I tell her I'm going to the store to pick up some more tylenol. I hope she will just let me go alone, but she has me wait for her.

  She drives us to a small store that is just a little bigger than a convenience store. It has food and toiletries and a random assortment of items, but the pharmacy in the back is my concern.

  "Would you mind grabbing me a drink?" I ask. "I'm going to run to the bathroom, grab that medicine, and i'll meet you back up here."

  I don't wait for her to agree before I turn to walk away. I head to the pharmacy, glancing behind me to see when she is no longer looking. When she turns, I pick up the pace and begin scouring the shelves for pregnancy tests.

  When I find the right aisle all I can do is stare at the display. There are brand names and off brands, digital and sticks and cups, one lines and two lines, plus signs and the signs of the apocalypse.

  I finally grab the stick one with the plus sign, and blot to the pharmacy counter at the back of the store.

  The lady at the register scanned the test, and I shoved in my purse just as Jessica came around the corner. She's holding a bottle of water and smiling, and God, I want to tell her, but I am so worried she'll freak out. I mean, why wouldn't she? We haven't been together that long, we've never even talked about kids. Does she know it's possible she can conceive a child? Probably not, or should would have taken more precaution. I need to talk to Angela.

  She sets the water on the counter.

  "I thought you said you were getting tylenol?"

  I grab a random bottle of ibuprofen and shake it, and then hand it to the lady to scan it.

  After we few minutes of arguing over who is going to pay, Jessica takes the bag from the lady and carries it outside while I pay.

  When we are on the road again I turn towards Jessica.

  "You don't have to sit at my house all day and make sure i'm okay, I really do feel much better."

  "I like sitting at your house with you." She says.

  "You were on the phone earlier, it sounded important. If you really think I need a babysitter, you could drop me off at your mother's house, while you go to work."

  She debates this with herself for several minutes.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes i'm sure, plus It's been awhile since i've seen her."

  "Okay, but if you start feeling bad again call me."

  "I will."

  She drops me off, and I go in to find Angela in the kitchen cooking. I don't bring up the real conversation I want to have with her until she sits down at the table with me.

  "Can I ask you a question?"

  "Sure." She says.

  "Can Jessica...Can she get anyone pregnant?"

  Angela stares at me for a few seconds almost like she knows.

  "The doctors never said, but I always hoped she could. Why?" Her piercing eyes tells me she knows exactly why i'm asking.

  "I'm late." I blurt out. "Just a few days, I was sick yesterday. I woke up nauseated this morning. It could be the stomach bug Susan had last week, but my cycles run with such precision I could set clocks to them."

  "Do you want to go buy a test?"

  I open my purse and pull out the one I bought.

  "I already did." I say, and set it on the table between us.

  "Do you want to take it?"

  "I don't know, It could be stress right? And all this worrying is for nothing." I say, to reassure myself.

  Angela grabs my fidgeting hands.

  "Sweetie, the only way you'll know for sure is to take the test."

  I nod, agreeing with her, but still not sure if i'll follow through.

  I reluctantly decide to do it, and get it over with. I get up and go to the bathroom, Angela follows me.

  "You're not going to watch me pee are you?"

  "No, i'll be outside. You might need this." She hands me a plastic cup, and walks outside while I pee.

  After I pee in the cup, I place the pregnancy test in the cup wait the five seconds the directions told me to, and them place it on the sink, and then leave the bathroom.

  The next three minutes are the longest three minutes ever. When my phone timer goes off, I look at Angela. She has an anxious look on her face. Finally getting my legs to move to the sink, I grab it.

  Positive.

  I hand it to Angela, and lean against the wall letting it all sink in. I have a baby in my stomach right now. A baby that Jessica and I created together. Placing my hand on my stomach, the tears start to fall.

  "Haley." Angela reaches over and takes my hand. "Don't freak out, it'll be okay."

  "Jessica isn't going to take this well." I say, feeling the hysteria rise in me. "I can't believe this is happening."

  "It'll be okay." Angela repeats herself.

  "How can you be so sure?"

  "Because I know my daughter, she may freak out at first like you are right now, but it'll be okay."

  "Okay." I say, shaking my head, but I don't believe it'll be okay.

  Chapter 26

  Jessica's point of view.

  Haley sits on her bed after I pick her up from my mothers house, and I am at a lose on how to act, because she's quiet. too quiet. As much as I don't want her to be feeling bad I hope that that's all this is about.

  "How are you feeling?

  She blinks a few times, and I can't read her expression. its sad, happy, and confusing. I don't know what is going on, but I can feel the panic rising under my skin, at the back of my throat, in the lining of my lungs. She shakes her head until her expression clears, and then she smiles.

  "Okay I think." She says as she crosses her arms over her stomach.

  "Well, do you want to watch a movie or something?" I ask.

  "I think I just want to go to sleep."

  I brush her hair back and kiss her forehead. "Of course. Can I get you something? Water? Medicine?"

  She swallow
s and shakes her head.

  "I think...I think I just need some sleep."

  I nod.

  "Of course."

  I pull the blankets back and she slides between the sheets.

  "Get some rest. I'm going to take a quick shower."

  She pulls the blankets up to her neck settling back on the pillow.

  "I'm sorry." She says, as I walk away.

  I turn back to her.

  "For what?"

  "I just...I don't know i'm just sorry."

  "There's no need to be sorry." Unless she's sorry for something else.

  After my shower I climb into bed with Haley, she's still awake but she doesn't say anything to me. I wrap my arms around her, and she leans her head against my chest, and I brush her face so I can see her eyes. I don't know what I hope to see in them, but i know I need this connection as much as I think she does. I don't understand what's going on with her but I hope tomorrow she's back to her normal self.

  Camera's flash, as we step out of my car the next day after a quiet ride to work. I ignore them. Word has spread about the trial coming up and the reasons behind it. I walk over to Haley and take her hand trying to get to the door faster. I hope if i appear busy the media hounds will ignore me. It's a futile hope.

  "Ms. Roven! Is it true what Charles Hoyt did to you? Is it true that you're considering selling your business because of this? Are you intersex? Did you hear that Charles Hoyt is saying you're lying? How does that make you feel?"

  The questions are shot with deadly accuracy, one after another. I swallow my anger. I am getting the lowest of the low gossip rags because of all this. I suck in a deep breath and lift my head.

  "We are just trying to get to work. Perhaps you should focus on something else." I've lost track of the number of times i've been accosted by the press over the last few years.

  One bold photographer with beady eyes that remind me of a cobra about to strike swaggers forward. His hair, long and course, looks as though he'd stuck his finger in a light socket. I dub him the sleaze.

  "Sorry, sweetheart, but this is big news." He holds up his camera up and snaps several shots. "Who's this?" He asks indicating Haley.

  He clicks several photos of her, and I have the sudden urge to take his camera and smash it against the pavement. Before I do just that, Harrison is by my side. We make it almost to the door of my building before the sleaze says anything more.