by Tia Siren
She smiled and smacked him once on the ass. Brooks raised one eyebrow. "Is that how you want it?" he asked.
She nodded and he immediately pulled away. Placing his hands on her waist he flipped her over. Cambry stuck her ass out and leaned over the arm of the couch. He placed himself against her opening and thrust inside of her once more, still rough and hard. With each thrust, he smacked her ass. She gasped in pain and pleasure and felt another orgasm building. "Don't stop!" she cried as he spanked her repeatedly.
Finally, with one last slap, she came again, crying out loud. Her pleasure was Brooks' pleasure and he joined her in an orgasm, pushing himself into her with each spasm. Once he was done, he pulled away and used a towel from the closet to clean them both. Cambry laid on the couch, arms above her head, a satisfied smile crossing her face.
For the next two weeks, Cambry and Brooks planned their small wedding. His parents seemed to have accepted that they couldn't do anything about it, so Connie helped them with their plans, although a bit reluctantly. It was a Wednesday morning that she was driving to her job as a receptionist at an office building when her brakes went out on her car. She pumped her foot on the pedal, trying to get the car to stop, but it was to no avail. She screamed and blocked her face with her arms as her car slammed into another car in front of her.
When she came to, she found herself in a hospital room. Brooks slept in the chair to her left and a machine beeped to her right. She remembered what happened and immediately panicked, hoping the baby was all right. "Brooks!" she said, shaking his shoulder. "Brooks! Wake up!"
His eyes popped open and he leaned forward. "Oh thank god you're all right," he said, taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on it.
"Is the baby okay?" she asked, unconcerned about anything else.
Brooks nodded, a smile on his face. "Yes, the baby is fine. You, on the other hand, have been out for hours."
Cambry adjusted her position in her bed and winced at the pain. Her neck and back were stiff and her right shoulder throbbed. Other than that, though, she felt okay considering she had been in an accident. "Do you know what happened?" she asked.
He shrugged. "The paramedics said that when they arrived at the scene, you were in your car crying. They got you out and into the ambulance, but you couldn't tell them what hurt. You just kept mumbling, 'They wouldn't work.' You passed out on the way to the hospital and you've been out ever since."
She shook her head. "I don't remember any of that."
"Do you know what you meant when you said 'They wouldn't work'?" he asked.
"No," she replied, thinking. "Oh! Maybe my brakes. That's what caused the accident. My brakes wouldn't work. The car wouldn't stop."
Brooks furrowed his eyebrows. "That's strange. I'll tell the police that, though they'll probably want to talk to you."
After Cambry had talked to the police and told them everything she knew, the doctor came and evaluated her. He told her he wanted to keep her overnight, just to be safe. Before they left, one of them received a call on his cell phone. Cambry watched the look on his face as he glanced at her with worry and then quickly glanced away. When he hung up the phone, he walked over to her and Brooks.
"Is everything all right, Officer?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I'm afraid I've received some bad news. It looks like your brake lines were cut. Do you know anyone who would want to hurt you?"
Cambry looked at Brooks and they both shook their heads. "No, not that I can think of," she told him.
The cop pulled a business card out of his pocket. "If you think of anyone, call me on my cell. In the meantime, we'll be considering this a homicide attempt and an investigation will be opened."
"A homicide attempt?" Cambry exclaimed, sitting up straight.
Nodding, the officer said, "I'm afraid so. Cutting someone's brake line is serious business. You're lucky you weren't injured more. Try to get some rest and I'll contact you tomorrow."
He left and Cambry took a hold of Brooks' hand. "Somebody was trying to kill me," she said, her voice shaking. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"We'll figure this out," Brooks said calmingly. "I'll spend every minute with you until they figure it out so that you're safe. For now, just try to get some rest, okay?"
Cambry nodded and closed her eyes. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep for a while, but she at least wanted to try. In the meantime, she was going to wrack her brain to figure out who it was that wanted to hurt her.
Chapter 5
The next evening, Cambry and Brooks were at his parent's house discussing plans for the wedding. Connie kept trying to get them to have a bigger reception but neither of them wanted that. She was putting together a guest list for the invitations that were to go out at the end of the week. "We'll of course be inviting Peter, Jessica, and Ashley," Connie said, writing their names down on a legal notepad.
Brooks shook his head. "Don't you think it might be a bit awkward to have the woman whom both you and her parents wanted me to marry at my wedding to another woman?"
Connie waved her hand dismissively. "Oh don't worry about that," she said. "It will be fine."
"Have you known Ashley for long?" Cambry asked as Connie left the room, muttering to herself.
Brooks nodded. "Most of my life."
"Were you two ever close?" she prompted. She had been curious about Ashley since the first time Brooks had brought her up, but he had seemed fairly reluctant to talk about her.
"Not really," he told her, looking at her out of the side of his eye. "We dated for a short time, trying to get things to work for our parents, but neither one of us were really into each other."
"Is she pretty?" Cambry asked.
Brooks laughed. "There's probably a picture of her here somewhere, if you'd like to see it. Our families often went on vacations together."
Cambry nodded eagerly so Brooks pulled a few photo albums from the book shelf in the room. He sat down on the couch with her and flipped through the first album without finding anything. The second album was much thicker and it took a moment to find a picture. "Ah, there she is," he said, pointing to a blonde-haired woman standing next to him in front of a cabin.
Cambry leaned in studying the picture. Brooks' parents were also in the picture, along with two other people that she assumed were Ashley's parents. Her eyes skimmed across them and then back to Ashley. However, she realized she recognized the man and quickly looked at him again. "Who is that?" she asked, pointing to him.
"Oh that's Ashley's Dad, Peter," Brooks told her.
Cambry's stomach dropped. She had stopped at a gas station the morning before on her way to work. She knew she had seen that man at the gas station, because when she came out with her coffee she thought she saw him quickly moving away from her car. She had assumed she was wrong and moved on, but now she wasn't so certain.
"What?" Brooks asked. He had seen her face turn pale white and was concerned.
"I saw him yesterday morning at the gas station," she said quietly. "I thought he was hanging around my car, but he moved away when I came out so I decided I was imagining things."
Brooks inhaled quickly. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Cambry nodded. "Yes. He stuck out to me because of the way he reacted."
They stared at the picture for a moment before Brooks set his jaw. "If he tried to kill you, I will kill him," he said.
Placing a hand on Brooks' shoulder, Cambry said, "Honey, calm down. You don't know that he did. And even if it was him that cut my brake line, we need to let the law take care of it. I'd rather have you around for the future of our child."
Grimly, Brooks nodded. "Okay. I'm going to call the officer we talked to in the hospital and let him know what you've just realized."
Two days after that, Cambry and Brooks heard from the policeman. "We've arrested Peter. After we questioned him, we felt like he was acting suspiciously. A judge gave us a court order to check the security cameras at the gas station that C
ambry had seen him at. After reviewing the tapes, it was clear that Peter was the one who cut her brake lines. We've arrested him and charged him with attempted homicide."
"Well that's a relief," Cambry said, placing her hand on her heart. "Did he say why he wanted to get rid of me?"
She heard the policeman sigh. "These cases are always difficult, but yes, he did. He told us that he needed his daughter to marry your fiancé in order to save his family. I guess they are broke and he was hoping that her marriage to Brooks would save them. When he found out that Brooks was engaged, he thought up the plan to kill you off. Then he was going to send in his daughter to comfort Brooks and get in good with him."
Cambry almost laughed out loud. She couldn't believe how outrageous Peter's motive was. There were tons of other ways that he could have made money, besides marrying his daughter off to Brooks! When she told him what the officer had told her, he did laugh out loud. "I would never have married Ashley. Your death would ruin me."
She smiled. "I can't wait to start our lives together."
Placing his hand on her stomach, Brooks said, "And bring this one in the world together." He pressed his lips against hers and she happily wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling her love for Brooks sweep across her body.
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THE END
The Billionaire’s Secret Love Child: Nia’s Story
A BWWM Secret Baby Billionaire Romance
I knew there was the possibility that I would have to manage personal matters for Mr. Ellis, but this was becoming a daily chore of which I had no interest.
“Ahem…” I coughed.
This woman was pretty, a tall leggy blonde with gorgeous skin. Her full figure was sprawled out over the rich silk bedspread, and I couldn’t help but compare her likeness to the girl from the previous night. Mr. Ellis seemed to have a thing for tall blondes. But, then again, there was the redhead last week that stayed for the weekend.
The girl in the bed stirred and snapped awake after noticing me at the end of the bed.
“It’s 10:30 am and Mr. Ellis has left for business. Breakfast is available whenever you’d like it and a car is ready to take you wherever you need to go,” I said.
“Thank you, but I think I’ll stay here until he returns,” she responded condescendingly.
I picked up a few of her things from the floor and tossed them to the bed.
“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible as Mr. Ellis will be busy the remainder of the day. We have your number should he fancy your company again.”
I couldn’t help but feel disdainful of the woman lying comfortably on the bed. She probably hadn’t done much with her life outside of looking attractive. It seemed that she wasn’t enjoying my ogling.
“Give me a minute to get dressed, and keep your tongue in your mouth. I only prefer men … most of the time.” She said while biting her lip.
The idea of sleeping with a woman like that seemed reprehensible.
“Whatever the case, I have business that needs attending. I’ll take my leave.”
She gave me a snarl while picking up her things. I paid her no mind and left the room.
The rich marble walls reflected the light passing through the skylight in the main lobby and illuminated the vast entry space. Brent, my driver for the day, stood by the front door with his crisp black suit and driving gloves at the ready.
I can’t say that I’m incredibly used to being driven around just yet, but it’s something I could grow to enjoy.
I snatched my briefcase from the entryway table, and Brent threw open the front doors for my exit.
“Thank you,” I muttered.
He ushered me into the black sedan, and I took a moment to look at today’s schedule on my phone. I was running a little late and was hoping that Mr. Ellis wouldn’t be too upset over my tardiness.
Brent was a safe driver and quite quick as well. Before long. we had left the grand estate of Mr. Ellis’ and were downtown. Perhaps I wouldn’t be late after all.
We arrived at a new dig site that was to be christened today. It was a notably large site in the downtown area and currently a parking lot. However, the location was excellent for what he was planning to build.
After exiting the car, I walked with purpose to meet with my newest employer. He stood beside a reasonably large stage where several members of the media were setting up for today’s announcement. I could tell he wasn’t nervous in the slightest and actually looked more excited than anything else.
If only people knew what his nightlife was like.
“Good Morning, Mr. Ellis,” I said as I approached.
He waved and continued to talk on his phone. I couldn’t tell incredibly well, but it sounded like he was speaking Italian. He held up a hand for silence as I approached and I waited for a moment taking the small amount of time I had to look over the day’s schedule.
I couldn’t help but look up from the schedule a couple times to admire the man who gave me such an auspicious position. He was quite handsome, if you’re into tall, clean shaven men. His short, cropped hairstyle eschewed his professional businessman persona, but his slightly unkempt tie and unbuttoned white dress shirt belayed what little professionalism he tried to exude. His dark brown eyes were piercing when he looked at me as I looked at him. And, as I distracted him he finished his call, and I produced a portfolio with some particulars he needed to look over.
“Mr. Ellis, this was faxed over from legal this morning. They need you to look it over before they make final arrangements.”
He looked down at the folder, opened it for a moment and folded it closed.
“What do you think, Nia?” he asked.
I made it a point to look over all legal documents; it was good practice for my business degree.
“They want to close it out at 15%, a 4% increase from the last proposal. You’d make an estimated 4 million from signing, and that’s before ground is struck,” I said confidently.
He opened it back up and sifted through a few of the papers. “What do you think? I want your opinion.”
I paused and thought. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was testing me, or if he really did just value my opinion. I considered a lie and thought I should agree with the numbers on the page but had a distinct feeling he wouldn’t enjoy his personal aide lying to him.
“The numbers are a little rough, but it’s a good deal. I think we could come up 3% on the back end but it’ll be a good investment either way, Mr. Ellis.”
He handed back the portfolio, and I stuffed it inside my briefcase. “Tell them to come up 3% or I won’t sign.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy that he’d taken my advice and I also couldn’t help the shallow feeling that I may be wrong and might have cost him the deal.
“Mr. Ell-“
“Nia, I know you haven’t been working here long, but, after a month, you’d think that you’d get over the formalities with me. Just call me Tom like everyone else does.”
“Of course Mr. El-.” He shot me a look and I realized my mistake again. “Tom”
Another well-dressed man approached from the other side of the stage. “We’re just about ready for you. Another five minutes and we’ll be set.”
“Good, good. I have to get back to the office as soon as possible,” Tom replied.
The stranger disappeared into the small crowd that began to swell.
“Tom,” I said, feeling a little more personal, “come a little closer.”
He leaned in, smiling, and I took the opportunity to straighten up his collar. I couldn’t avoid the amazing smell that wafted from him; the cologne he wore must have cost more than my old apartment. He seemed not to be paying much attention to his clothing as he lingered a little longer than was needed.
“You’re all set,” I said. “I’ll have the documents drawn up again for the meeting later.”
“Nia, what would I do without you?” he asked with a smile.
“You’d find another personal as
sistant capable of making a slob like you look good.” I said with a wink.
He couldn’t help but laugh for a moment. His laughter was stopped by the man from before tapping him on the shoulder. Tom nodded, flashed me another smile, turned around and joined the rest of the suits on stage.
I took a moment to send an e-mail to the lawyers to draw up the new documentation, and, before long there was applause on stage as Tom stood behind the podium.
“Today, we are here for an historic occasion. What used to be an open parking lot will soon become low-rent housing for so many citizens that need it.
“I wish I could provide a home for every man, woman, and child in need, but one man can only do so much. I would like everyone to know that this will not be the last development project in this area as I am in the process of creating new places for people both young and old to relax and play.
“We are building a new park and a new community center that will be free for anyone and everyone to enjoy.
“Today is the dawn of a beautiful and bright future for us all. Thank you.”
The crowd cheered at his comments, and I felt proud of my boss. So much money in the world sat in banks, but he wasn’t afraid to spend it to improve the city in which he lived.
I knew this area well as I had grown up not far away. I can remember staying indoors to study while avoiding the gangs. I couldn’t forget playing on the street during the summer with my friends and wishing I had a real place nearby to play. To be honest, it really did make me into the person I am today and I wouldn’t have changed a thing when I look back.
Tom stepped off the stage and shook a few hands. There were a few people that I recognized in the crowd, but I didn’t try to presume that they’d want to sit around and talk. I had no time for reminiscing anyway.
I sent Brent a message to start the car and joined up with Tom once again. He had finally managed to clear himself from the crowd of people.