Derrick pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Gazing in her eyes, he said, "I'm open to whatever you want, sweetheart. As long as it means I get to spend forever with you."
Epilogue
Two years later…
"So do you think Rachel's knocked up again?" Derrick asked as he watched Olivia scurry about the bedroom trying to get ready. She was meeting Rachel to help plan his sister’s wedding. Rachel had wanted to meet at eight in the morning. Why so early? He could only imagine the day of running his beautiful wife had to look forward to.
"Not that she's told me. I'm pretty sure she would tell me that," Olivia said as she slipped into a skirt.
"Tell you before her brother?" he asked in mock hurt.
"She did last time," Olivia reminded with a smile. She stepped into her boots and turned to him.
"I don't get it. They've been engaged for two years now, and all of sudden she needs to get married in five weeks. Why?" Derrick asked as Olivia came over to give him a kiss good-bye.
"The venue she wanted is booked solid for the next two years. They had a cancellation and your sister took the opening," Olivia sighed leaning into him. “I’m probably going to be out a while. We have a lot to do.”
"Don’t let my sister run you ragged,” he warned. Olivia hadn’t been feeling well the past few days. “I love you," he said kissing her.
"Love you," Olivia said letting out a surprised moan as he pulled her down on top of him. She slid her tongue into his mouth as she straddled him her, skirt riding up her thighs as she did so. His lips left hers to travel down her neck. "Rachel is going to kill me if I'm late," she whispered against his lips.
"Tell her it's my fault," he flirted as he flipped her over on her back. "You know I love this skirt."
Eight in the morning was too early for his wife to be leaving their bed on a Saturday anyway.
***
"It's all going to work out right?" Rachel asked nervously as she browsed through the book of wedding bouquets.
"It's going to be perfect," Olivia assured her. She sucked in a deep breath, glad that Rachel wasn’t paying attention to her. Olivia was going to have to pull a lot of strings and put in long hours to make this wedding work, but her friend deserved the best.
"I just want it to be perfect and when they had a surprise opening it was like a sign or something. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. I probably am. But I’ve wanted my wedding to be at the Patterson Gardens ever since I moved here," Rachel sighed as she pointed to a bouquet. “Or they think I’ve gotten myself knocked up again,” Rachel sighed.
"You’re not crazy,” Olivia insisted. Putting the wedding together this fast was crazy, but wanting the wedding of your dreams was perfectly normal. “And who cares what everyone thinks anyway, they’ll know you aren’t soon enough.”
"When are you and Derrick going to have kids? You've been married for a year tomorrow. I think Derrick has come around to the idea. Well, as much as he's going to until it happens," Rachel snooped before turning to the florist. “Can we get these please?” she requested, tapping on a picture in the florist’s book.
“That’s a lovely choice,” the florist approved.
Olivia was glad for the distraction from the question. Truth was, Rachel was going to be an aunt sooner than she realized. Olivia was late. She was never late. With all the hustle and bustle with planning the wedding, she hadn't realized it right away, but she was three days late. Not to mention, she was overly tired and yesterday morning she’d been quite ill while Derrick had made them breakfast. She chewed on her lip nervously. It was probably time to buy a test.
They’d had “an oops” a while back. Olivia had been sick and on antibiotics. One thing led to another and they’d completely forgotten about protection. She just hoped Derrick didn't regret their impulsiveness that weekend. Olivia was a little scared, but also a little excited to know that she had another life growing inside her. Well, she didn't know that yet, but she assumed. Buying a test was on her agenda as soon as Rachel was on her way home.
Starting a family was something she had been thinking about for a few months now. Derrick had been warming up to the idea gradually; babysitting Ava once a month probably helped. A jolt of excitement raced through her. There could be another life growing inside her right now. A baby she and Derrick had created with their love. She really hoped the test came back positive.
“Well, we can check one thing off our list,” Rachel said, drawing Olivia from her thoughts. “What should we do next?”
“Catering. While we are on the way there, we need to double check with the hotel and make sure they got the set of rooms blocked off for your out-of-town guests,” Olivia reminded.
Rachel groaned, her lower lip puckering into a pout. “Do I have to invite my family?”
“Well, you don’t have to,” Olivia laughed. “But you probably should. Besides, I thought things were getting better—Derrick’s talking to your mom and Elliott fairly regularly now.” It was true. Derrick and Patrice talked once a week. Elliott and Derrick didn’t speak as often, but Derrick was taking his brother’s calls.
“It’s not them I’m worried about,” Rachel admitted.
“I’m sure everything is going to be fine,” Olivia soothed. Rachel’s brow quirked up in question. Olivia sighed and fixed her friend with a pointed look. “And if it’s not, I’m sure there will be a whole line of people ready to kick him to the curb if he acts out. I promise you, your day is going to be perfect.” This was a promise she was determined to keep. Rachel wasn’t just her best friend, she was her sister, and Rachel deserved to have her wedding go off without a hitch.
***
Derrick walked into their house finding Olivia in the kitchen, the table already set. He set the takeout on the table and gave her a kiss. "Did you have a good day, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," she said seeming slightly tense.
"Rachel wearing you out?" he asked. Olivia had been exhausted lately. Rachel was a slave driver, he would be glad when the wedding was over.
"Something like that," Olivia said sitting down.
"You okay?" he asked concerned.
She held her breath a long moment. "I'm pregnant," she blurted out, looking up to meet his eyes.
Derrick froze at her words. Pregnant as in having a baby? Of course you idiot! What else could she possibly mean? Her eyes bore into him full of uncertainty. His pulse spiked, but as she offered him a small smile, he couldn't help but smile back. They were going to have a baby together. With Olivia by his side, it didn't seem as terrifying as he thought it would. "You're sure?” he asked, crouching down in front of her and kissing her forehead.
"I'm late. I took a test and it was positive," she said as he pushed the hair back out of her face.
"I love you, Olivia,” he said placing a hand on her stomach.
"I love you, Derrick," Olivia whispered against his lips. "Are you okay?"
"I'm scared," he admitted. "But between the two of us, we’re going to be great parents. This baby is a part of us, and you and I are going to do this together. Be a family," he reassured her meaning every word of it. A few years ago he hadn't been sure he ever wanted to settle down, but Olivia changed everything. A life and family with Olivia was everything he wanted.
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Auriella Skye
Love for her Billionaires
&
nbsp; Chapter One
I didn’t want it to end. I mean, I knew it had to, but it came so fast. Too fast. I’d been working at Sims Innovative Industries for a year as an intern. Straight out of college, it was one of the few paying internships in the city.
It was also the only place that had the Sims brothers.
Jacob and Jonathan Sims became billionaire sensations by inventing a new technology everyone craved. Both in their thirties, they were the richest siblings in Chicago. It didn’t hurt that both were sexier than Greek gods.
I remembered searching up on them before visiting their building for the first time with my business technology class. They looked so alike, yet so different online. Jacob had dark hair and dark blue eyes, while his brother had dirty blond hair and light brown eyes. They could make any woman beg for them to take her.
Their building was a tall skyscraper, one of the biggest buildings in the city. The place screamed wealth and power, and I was completely drawn to it.
My college class and I were greeted by Jacob, the oldest brother, when we arrived. He took time out of his schedule to talk to us about his company, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he said.
I was too busy staring at his six-foot-five frame and chiseled features. His dark hair hung over his forehead and made me want to run my fingers through it. The strong chin and jawline showed he was made to dominate something, even if it wasn’t technology. He wore a tailored suit that conformed to the muscles below the fabric. The man was built.
I could feel the wetness grow between my thighs as I imagined what his body would feel like covering mine. I wondered how his voice would sound coming on top of me. It was hard to stand still as the arousal took over each and every part of me.
He caught me staring too, and I felt my cheeks grow warm. I averted my eyes to avoid his direct stare, but they landed on his crotch. A large bulge rested there.
Was he hard? I could clearly see the outline of his cock under those expensive pants. When I looked back up, he was answering the question of a skinny blonde classmate.
Of course. No guy like Jacob Sims would get hard for me. Not with my thick thighs and round belly. I was proud of my big breasts though. No matter what I wore, they pressed tightly against any material that tried to contain them. I thanked my mama for that, but nothing of mine suited a billionaire.
As the tour group followed Jacob, I fell behind. The lab workers building a new gadget captivated me. I tried to get a closer look at what they were working on by putting my face right up against the glass window.
“See something you like?” a deep voice said behind me.
I jumped and turned around to face a man, who looked just like Jacob.
His hair was lighter, and he wore a white lab coat. He was just as sexy and tall as Jacob. This had to be his brother, Jonathan. I knew by my research that he preferred to be called Jon instead of his full name, while Jacob refused to allow people to call him Jake.
In their differences and similarities, they were both too handsome for their own good, and I couldn’t think of how to talk properly.
“Can you speak, girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I stumbled over my words. “I just...it all looked so interesting. I couldn’t help stopping.”
He grinned. “I think you mean spying, don’t you?”
I was caught, but I felt my wetness return. My panties had to be soaked by now. These men were making me feel like a slut, and they hadn’t even touched me.
I’d never had time for dating or boyfriends. I was too busy getting my education, but these men were making me regret my decision to not try sex sooner.
“What’s your name?” Jon asked me.
“Sandy. Sandy Kerr.”
“Well, Sandy, I don’t think you should keep my brother and the rest of your little group waiting. Do you?”
“No, sir,” I said. I hurried to catch up with everyone, but I couldn’t help glancing back behind me. I could have sworn I saw him smiling at me.
Now, here I was, a year later, sitting in a fancy office lounge on the last day of my internship and waiting to meet with both brothers. They required an exit interview with all interns before they left.
I’d heard rumors that some were lucky enough to be hired after the meeting. If that didn’t happen to me, I would have to find another job quick or be kicked out of my small one-bedroom apartment.
I hoped I would get to stay. I didn’t get many encounters with the brothers, but the small moments I did interact with them gave me enough fantasies to last a lifetime. My bunny vibrator at home was well used because of them.
The excitement that filled me whenever I thought of one or both of them crept back in. I crossed my legs tight, hoping proof of my sexual high didn’t leak down my legs. Hot and horny was not the right way to enter a business meeting, especially if I wanted to make a good impression.
“Miss Kerr?” a small female voice said.
I looked up to see their secretary staring at me. She had given me a nasty once over when I arrived, probably thinking I had no business being here. Maybe she was right.
“Yes?” I asked.
“They will see you now,” she said. “All the way down the hall. It’s the door on the right.”
“Thank you.” I stood with my faux designer bag and matching outfit and followed her directions. I couldn’t afford the expensive clothes most workers in the building wore, but at least I felt professional. The dress was a little tight, but it accentuated my curves. My black blazer helped to hide my wide hips.
I tried to walk confidently as I passed the secretary, but my legs wobbled like jelly. I hoped it didn’t show.
The hallway was long and seemed far away from the other part of the building. Wood paneling lined both sides and thick plush carpeting covered the floor. At the highest level of the building, it had top dogs written all over it.
The large, wooden door was intimidating. I took a few deep and steady breaths before knocking.
“Come in,” a voice on the other side said.
I obeyed and pushed the heavy door open.
Chapter Two
Daylight filled the spacious office thanks to floor-to-ceiling windows. A huge desk sat far into the room. Jacob sat at the desk, while Jon leaned on it.
Both of their eyes were on me, and all I wanted to do was run. I felt like a student being called to the principal’s office for bad behavior.
“Have a seat, Miss Kerr,” Jon said. He motioned towards a lone seat that sat in the middle of the room and faced them.
I closed the door and made my way to the seat. It was then that I realized how short my skirt was, so I tried hard to close my legs. When I looked up, both men stared down at my exposed flesh.
I regretted not wearing a longer one. They probably thought I had no class at all.
“You’ve been here a year now,” Jacob said. “What do you think?”
Confusion washed over me. This had to be a test of some kind, a way to see if I knew enough about the company to stay with them. I thought about my answer before speaking.
“I know that Sims Innovative Industries produces the top technological advancements in its field nationally, and we’re right behind the Japan-based company—”
“Let me stop you, Sandy,” Jon said. “Do you mind if we call you that?”
“I don’t mind, sir,” I said.
“You’re respectful,” Jacob said, crossing his fingers on the desk. “That’s good.”
The sound of their voices made me tremble. I wasn’t afraid of them, but I was afraid of making a fool of myself in front of the brothers. Still, hearing them speak made something primal rise up through my body. That feeling was stronger than the fear, and I would either melt or explode before this meeting was over.
They could call me anything they wanted as long as I could hear more of their voices, as long as I got to stay in that room with both of them so close to me.
Sitting in front of the brot
hers, it hit me just how much I adored them. I loved working at their company, but getting the chance to see them would disappear if they let me go, even if it was just by passing them in the hallways or catching a glimpse of their dominating images.
So many people looked up to these powerful men. Even more would kill for the opportunity to just be near them, and there I was probably failing the biggest interview of my life. It was all too much.
I had to look away to keep from crying. I couldn’t allow myself to have a crazy meltdown in front of them. Not the Sims brothers.
“Sandy? Are you all right?” Jon asked.
I nodded, but it must not have been convincing enough because Jon knelt in front of me and placed his hand on mine.
“What is it?” he asked.
The soft gesture of his skin on mine was so intimate and his voice was so sincere. Everything came pouring out of me all at once.
“Working here has been such an amazing experience, and I know my future here depends on this meeting. I just don’t know if I can do or say anything to prove that to you.” I took a deep breath.
Holy shit. If I thought I was failing the interview before, I’d dug an even deeper hole for myself.
Daddy always said I allowed my emotions to get the best of me sometimes. I should have listened to him.
I couldn’t think properly when I was in front of the brothers. All my training, all my education flew out the window because of the two sexy-ass men who had their eyes set on me. What were they doing to me?
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll go.” I attempted to stand, but Jon’s hand was firmly placed over me and held me in place.
“Stay seated,” Jacob demanded.
His voice made me squirm in my seat. I watched as the brothers exchanged glances with each other before turning back to me. I felt like a kid that had done something bad, and I was waiting to hear what my punishment would be for all the chaos I created.
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