ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult)

by Aisha Brooks

  Albie had failed incredibly at being a successful business man over the last seven days, but he had – as Holmes said – ‘by the grace of God’ turned over a new leaf. The playboy was no longer bringing home his twentysomethings every night and it had been more than a week since he had hit the clubs.

  At first, Holmes was sure that his young master was up to something, but after Albie’s numerous mentions of Tami, Holmes realized that perhaps something else was at work.

  “Hey,” Albie smiled at the phone.

  “Hey.” Tami answered.

  “I was just calling to see how you were feeling?”

  “Good, I’m…umm…I’m glad you called actually. I think we need to talk.” Albie could feel his stomach drop, as if the words weren’t bad enough, the tone of her voice made them worse.

  “Okay…when?” There was a few moments of silence.

  “Maybe tonight? Can you come to my place about seven? Do you remember how to get here?” Albie laughed nervously.

  “Yeah, if I don’t then Holmes will.” Tami sighed in to the phone.

  “Okay. I’ll see you then.”

  “Wait…is everything okay?” Albie couldn’t help himself from asking, he knew from her voice that it wasn’t, but he wanted the reassurance from her that it was.

  “We’ll talk later, okay?” Albie nodded.

  “Okay.” Tami hung up the phone.

  Tami sat on the toilet seat lid staring at the wand of the pregnancy test. There was still another week to go before her doctor had said that she could expect to see a result, but there it was, a digital “Pregnant”. She had double and triple checked it using all three tests from the pack and they had all said the same thing. She looked down at her slender flat belly and rubbed it with her hand.

  Sure, this had been what she had wanted, but now that it was actually happening she couldn’t help but think that she had made a terrible mistake. Every part of her that had hoped that she would be pregnant had suddenly been replaced by every part of her that had hoped that she wouldn’t be. She was terrified and for the first time in her life, she felt powerless.

  “Hey.” Albie stood at the front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I know I’m early but I just couldn’t stand not knowing anymore.” Tami frowned.

  “Not knowing what?” She stood back and invited him inside.

  “What you wanted to talk to me about. I’ve been worrying about it all day.” If she hadn’t felt so nervous, Tami would have thought it was sweet.

  “Why were you worried?” She led him through to the living room and offered him a seat.

  “Because, you just sounded very…ominous on the phone…” He sat down on the sofa for a moment before popping back up suddenly.

  “Is everything okay?” Tami looked at the sofa with a frown. Albie shook his head.

  “I’m too nervous to sit. Just tell me, is everything okay?” Tami walked over to him and sat down on the sofa, pulling his arm until he sat down beside her.

  “I’m pregnant.” Albie’s eyes widened and he leaned forward.

  “What?” Tami spoke again, her nerves causing her voice to shake.

  “I’m pregnant.” Albie’s face illuminated with a wide smile.

  “That’s…incredible!” He beamed as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Tami. She pulled away.

  “No, no it’s not.” Albie pulled back, his brow furrowed.

  “Why? I thought that’s what you wanted?” Tami shook her head, tears brimming over her eyelids.

  “I thought so too, but now that it’s happening I just, I don’t think that I can do it. I’m not ready.” She burst in to tears suddenly and fell against Albie’s solid body. Gently he grabbed the back of her head in one hand and rubbed her back with the other as he pulled her to him.

  “I’ve made a horrible mistake!” She sniffled in to his shirt. Albie shook his head.

  “That’s not true. You know that’s not true. You’re just scared and it’s okay to be scared, but you’re not alone.” He rubbed her back while she sobbed against him.

  “You’ll never be alone. In fact tonight, you’re coming back to my place, no ifs, ands or buts about it.” Tami started crying louder and Albie just held her in silence.

  Tami sobbed until she passed out in the back of Albie’s car from complete exhaustion. As they headed back to Albie’s home, he held her head gently in his lap and watched her sleeping. He couldn’t begin to imagine how terrified Tami must have felt to go from being so sure about something to being so unsure.

  What he could imagine, however, was spending the rest of his life with her and their child. He brushed his fingers against her perfect brown cheek and glanced at her perfectly flat belly with a smile.

  Chapter 8: A Proposal

  Tami opened her eyes slowly. She didn’t recognize her surroundings but she was almost too comfortable to care. The large overstuffed comforter wrapped around her and the feathered pillow cradled her head.

  Turning her head to the right, she saw a large window covered in white drapes and at the foot of the bed was a tall fireplace. She slowly pushed herself up in bed to get a better look at the room. It was a large room with what looked like marble floors and at the foot of the bed was a long chaise.

  “Are you awake?” Albie’s voice whispered through the cracked bedroom door.

  “Yes, I’m awake.” Albie came in to the bedroom with a large tray. “I was just trying to figure out where the heck I am.” Tami smiled at him and Albie set the tray on top of the bed.

  “Before you get to thinking too much, how about a little breakfast?” He unrolled the napkin and placed it across Tami’s lap. “I had Holmes make you some crepes with fresh berries. I didn’t know if you were a coffee or tea person so I erred on the side of caution and went with both. And I put orange juice as well, just in case.” Tami giggled.

  “Wow, talk about being waited on hand and foot! And coffee was the best choice, you know, being that I work as a barista and all.” Albie smirked.

  “Well, you never know. But I’m glad to see you feeling more like your old self this morning.” Tami sighed lightly as she picked up her fork.

  “I’m sorry about that. I just sort of…well I don’t know what happened if I’m being honest.” Albie perched on the side of the bed.

  “Did you see I even brought you a fresh flower?” Albie nodded towards the single rose in a vase that sat on the corner of the tray. Tami put her fork down and picked up the rose, as she did she saw the center of it glimmer.

  Bringing it closer, she saw something sparkling from the center of the closed bud and she looked up at Albie in disbelief. Gently, she used her fingers to open the bud and inside it lay the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. “Tami Jones, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Wh…” Tami was speechless as Albie watched her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

  “My life has always been missing something, but since you…well, you’re all I can think about. It would make me the happiest man in the world if you would agree to become my wife.” He took the ring from Tami’s fingers and held her hand in his.

  “Yes…yes!” Tami watched as Albie slipped the ring on to her finger. “Oh my God, move this tray!” She laughed between tears of happiness. Albie took the tray and put it on the floor next to the bed and when he leaned back up Tami threw her arms around him.

  “We don’t have to rush anything…” Albie was still saying as Tami let go of his neck and slipped her shirt up over her head, revealing her pert chocolate breasts.

  Albie could barely breathe at the sight of her, she was exquisite. She licked her lips hungrily as she slipped her hands underneath the covers and slid down her panties before handing them over to him. Albie’s breath stuck in his throat as he stared at his perfect pregnant wife to be.

  “I want to make you mine!” Tami said as she threw back the covers, inviting him in.

  Albie slid up on to the bed, his tanned naked body paling i
n comparison to her deep chocolate skin. As he hovered over her, he could feel her warmth inviting him in. Tami lay her head back in to the large plush pillows as she looked up at him with her doe-eyes. Her tongue slid slowly over her bottom lip as she felt him gently brushing against her with his length.

  “Mmm, are you ready?” Albie whispered against her ear. Tami nodded, her breasts rising and falling hungrily. Albie slid down her body a few inches, the tip of his cock finding her entrance and he slowly pressed forward. His fingers intertwined with hers as he gently inched deeper inside of her, feeling her tightness around him.

  “Ahhh, yes!” Tami gasped as she grasped at his fingers, her head thrown backward in to the nest of pillows. Albie watched her, taking pleasure in every moan from her lips and every movement of her body as she took him fully.

  “Mmm!” Albie slid backwards, his cock head sliding to her entrance once more before thrusting gently and slowly forwards, teasing her with his length.

  “Does that feel good?” He whispered as he pressed in to her fully. Tami nodded silently, her whole body arching, begging for more of him. Albie brought his mouth down to her soft dark nipple and slipped it between his lips as he pulled back from her tight wetness. As he thrust forward again, he allowed his tongue to gently flick at her budding nipple.

  “Mmm, oh yes!” Tami groaned, her pelvis rising to meet his as he filled her. “Give me all of you!” Albie pinched her hardened nipple between his teeth as her picked up the rhythmic motion of filling her perfectly wet pussy.

  “Are you going to cum for me?” Tami nodded, her mouth open in longing. “I’m going to make you cum like this every day for the rest of our lives.” He smiled as he lapped at her pert nipple and picked up the pace, driving his full length in to her aching opening.

  “Ahhh!” He could feel her fingers gripping hard against his and he could tell that she was close to cumming. Holding her hands tightly he thrust, in and out, in and out, feeling her tightening more than ever around his throbbing shaft.

  Just as Tami lifted her pelvis off the bed, grinding herself to the peak of her orgasm, Albie felt his own ecstasy coming. His cock throbbed and bulged inside her as her pussy drew tighter around him. At almost the exact same moment they both cried out in release.

  “Oh God!”

  “Yes!”

  Tami’s pussy sucked rhythmically at his thick cock as he filled her with his warm seed in short jets. They stared breathlessly at each other as the rhythm of their orgasm slowly waned.

  “Mmm…” Albie leaned up, pressing his lips against hers. “My lovely wife to be.” He smiled softly at her and she smiled back.

  “My handsome husband to be.”

  Hitman’s Choice

  A BWWM Romance

  This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ 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 she’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!

  © Aisha Brooks

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The End

  Chapter 2: Boom

  Chapter 3: Hiding From Evil

  Chapter 4: The Truth

  Chapter 5: Falling For The Agent

  Chapter 6: Ireland And Fantasies

  Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The End

  You would think being the daughter of a mafia lord would be interesting, but in reality my life sucks. I can't go anywhere without bodyguards, every normal person in this world is scared to be associated with me, and there's no escape.

  I hate my father, even though I love him at the same time. I just want out. But I don't know how to leave the family, once you are in, the other families and gangs don't necessarily care if you try to leave the life of a mobster, they still see you as a threat. The only way to really do it is to completely disappear from the face of the planet, and hope no one recognizes you.

  The threats to my life and my father's life are real. My own mother was killed when I was a child as revenge for cutting off income to a low income area after they'd failed to provide the funds for protection for local gangs, and they killed my mom to get revenge on my father for not protecting them.

  The problem is, my father is a penny pinching tightwad, he has no compassion for anyone, and he's all about money. You don't pay, he doesn't play. Period. Because of it, since my mom's death, he won't let me go anywhere, ever by myself.

  I want out. The problem is, I don't know how to get out without help, and no one seems to want to go against my father. I finished high school, but I struggled to get through college, the teachers were scared of me, the police watched my every move, it became too much to even go outside of my front door. Add in the mixed race factor, and I got judged by everyone. It made life suck. I just wanted to be like everyone else.

  Do you know what it's like to be a half Russian black woman? Not only do I have ice blue eyes, but I'm tall and lanky, with my mother's coloring. I draw attention wherever I go, and even if I wasn't the daughter of a Mobster, I would stand out in a crowd. I also have a thick, Russian accent... which coming from the mouth of a black woman definitely is hard to make you forgettable. Add in the two burly bodyguards who never leave my side and I get stared at like I'm a foreign princess or something. Only scary.

  When I was young, I used to be vaguely amused at everyone's over reaction of giving me space, offering me things, pretending to respect me because of my father and my body guards. As I grew older I realized that it wasn't the kind of respect I wanted. Fear is not a good reason to have someone be nice to you. You never know who your real friends are.

  My best friend hasn't even talked to me in almost two years because she got shot at the last time we went to a club together. Here I am, a twenty-four year old virgin, with two useless degrees in school, which I can't use because I can't go to work without bodyguards following me everywhere.

  When I complained to my father, he told me to deal with it, or he could lock me in my room until I'd see things his way. I'm not in a hurry to die, and watching my mother die in front of me gave me a healthy appreciation for the need of bodyguards, I am not stupid.

  But I sure wish I could have a different life.

  I have no desire to follow in my father's footsteps, all I ever really wanted to do was be a mother, have a little house, maybe have a dog or two, and have a good, loving husband who doesn't feel the need to be involved in illegal activities. Is a good man really too much to ask for? One that chooses to
be on the right side of the law?

  I was planning on trying to figure out a way to escape my guards, going out on an adventure by myself, but my plans got screwed up.

  I'd made it all the way to the end of my driveway in my car, and was planning on driving to a big, populated area and then ditching my car; I was so close to freedom I could almost taste it. From there, I was going to take a cab or a bus and just going somewhere I'd never been, wandering around, experiencing something new. But what played out in front of me was something I'll never forget.