Dating The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by Skye, Lena

  I close my eyes and try to slow my heart rate. I’ve let that that girl get to me, she reminds me so much of the girl that Marcus left me for. She would hang around Marcus all the time while claiming to just be his friend. I told Marcus that she hated me but he always thought that I was just being jealous. Now, he’s with her and they’re a big happy family. My mind is spinning and I feel like my life is about to repeat itself.

  I’m going to have to speak to Kyle openly about this issue so that it doesn’t fester. I need to know where we stand so that I don’t have to walk on eggshells. If he pushes me away then so be it, at least I can leave before my heart gets too caught up in whatever it is that he and I share. I would hate to give it up, but it’s only been a week, so I should get over it fast. Maybe I could just be his personal assistant I wonder. At this point that’s probably not an option for me because I can’t stand the thought of him sleeping with someone else.

  I’m going to wait to bring it up. I’m not ready for reality to come crashing down on my head yet. I want to enjoy Kyle for a little bit longer before I stir things up and risk being hurt again.

  ***

  This week is shaping up to be just as wonderful as the first. I’ve been making suggestions about little things that need to be done and Kyle has been assigning those tasks to Amanda. I think she hates me a little more every day and that suits me just fine. I’ve been doing my absolute best to block out thoughts of Kyle being with his previous assistants. He’s been making me feel so special and it’s hard to imagine him being with anyone else the same way that he’s been with me.

  I’m not sure if waiting to confront him about the issue was such a good idea because with each passing day, I fall deeper for him. We have breakfast together every morning in his kitchen, and we play and flirt. He’s tied me up again on the deck a few more times and he’s even tied me to an area in the front room.

  Maybe I’m just dick drunk. My friend’s call it that, and they would without a doubt accuse me of being addicted to Kyle’s big ole’ dick. I didn’t even know that white men had members that large.

  The black community always says that Caucasian men lack in that area. I can’t speak for every white man but Kyle is larger then any man that I’ve ever been with. He’s also so much more than his cock. He exudes raw power and he doesn’t need a deep voice to stop me in my tracks. When he tells me to do something I listen, simply because I want to make him happy, and he makes me happy in return. That’s probably why I’m shifting in my seat now. I have a butt plug in because he’s training me to be able to take him inside of me eventually. I’ve never tried anal sex before but the things that Kyle does with his mouth and fingers are enough to make me want to try.

  “Camille,” my intercom goes off and I jump. It’s Kyle speaking to me from his office.

  “Yes, sir?” I hit the button and reply.

  “Come here, and lock the door behind you. We have some things to discuss.”

  Amanda looks over at me with a knowing look that borders on jealousy and disgust. I give her a grin before I sashay into his office.

  “I’m hungry,” he immediately says.

  I wasn’t expecting his appetite to be a topic of discussion. Maybe we really did have something to discuss.

  “Would you like me to order you some lunch?”

  “No, but I want you to take everything off and lay across my desk,” he says.

  My heart begins to race everything inside of me tightens. I guess I’m on the menu. I slowly undress myself because I love to tease him. I climb on top of his desk that’s been completely cleared and lay across the length of it.

  “Open your legs wide for me and place them on the edge of desk.”

  I comply with what he says and I feel very exposed but happy to finally be sprawled out on desk naked. I become increasingly aware of the plug in my ass as he sits in front of my open legs and dips his face between my thighs. I whimper in pleasure as he flicks his tongue against my puffy lips and suckles them.

  “MMM you taste very good,” he says before gently blowing on my taught clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” are the only words that I can muster as I close my eyes and focus on his mouth.

  His tongue probes my center and he runs his tongue from my entrance and up to my clit. His mouth lingers on my clit and his tongue repeatedly laps at my taut button. I feel his finger against my hole and he presses it inside of me. I raise my hips in response, and he wiggles his finger against my g-spot. I cry out as he inserts a second finger, I feel so full he fucks me with his finger and they press against the plug in my ass. His mouth, the plug, and his digits over load my senses.

  I completely go still and try to catch the wave of my orgasm when a loud knock occurs at his door.

  “Kyyleeeee, open up, it’s Chloe!”

  “Fuck,” Kyle groans.

  “It’s your sister?” I ask as I hop off of his desk and scramble for my clothes.

  “Unfortunately yes,” he says s with a look of frustration. “Amanda should have held her off.”

  “Of course, she should have.”

  “Kyle, open the door, I know you’re in there, Amanda says you’re not doing anything important.”

  “Wait a minute dammit, I’m finishing up a conference call.”

  Kyle looks over at me to make sure I’m completely dressed. He points to the love seat and I take a seat and try to look as casual as I possibly can. He then opens up the door and Chloe comes bursting through. She enters the office and her eyes go straight towards me.

  “Hi, who are you?”

  Kyle opens his mouth and answers for me before I ever get the chance.

  “This is my new assistant Camille, Camille this is my intrusive sister Chloe.”

  “Hi, Camille,” it’s nice to meet you.

  “Hello, it’s nice to meet you as well,” I say as I rise to give her a handshake.

  “I’m here to make sure you don’t renege on your promise to me and Claire,” she says as she turns to Kyle. “We’re making plans and we can’t afford for you to have a change of heart.”

  “Don’t worry sis, I’m not planning to change my mind. I want you and Claire to have a good time.”

  “Good!” she says as she lifts up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

  “Oh! Camille you should come to me and my sister’s birthday party. We’re turning the big 21 and it’s going to be so much fun. Free cocktails all night, a desert bar, and an amazing DJ.”

  I instinctively look at Kyle and he looks torn at the prospect of me coming to the party.

  “Thank you for inviting me, but I’m not sure if I can make it.”

  “That’s crap, you can totally come. I’m sure Kyle will give you the night off to party. You can even bring a date. You’ll love it, we’re even playing hip-hop.”

  Kyle’s jaw visibly tightens and I can tell that he’s tense because of her comment. Don’t get me wrong, I love hip hop but I enjoy other music so much more. I can’t really get mad at her because she doesn’t mean any harm by it.

  “Okay, I wouldn’t want to miss your party. It sounds like a lot of fun.”

  “Good! I’m looking forward to seeing you there, I’ve invited Amanda too.”

  I should have known that there would be a catch. I should have asked more questions first; maybe I can get out of going. The last thing I want to do is see Amanda outside of work. If I go, I’m definitely bringing back up with me, I’m sure that Sandy will want to come to a fancy birthday party. At the very least, we can see how the other half lives and that will be entertainment enough.

  “Well, I’m off to class; it was good meeting you Camille.”

  I say goodbye to Chloe and watch as Kyle says his goodbyes. The way that he interacts with his sister is really cute. I can tell that even though she gets under his skin, he really loves her. He’s spent so much time over the last week and half talking about his twin sisters. He makes me wish that I had siblings; it would have been nice to have someone to share my experi
ences with. I’ve only had Marcus and right now he just doesn’t seem like enough. He would like to be friends but I know that it’s possible for me.

  “Sorry about the intrusion, we were getting ready to have so much fun.”

  I squirm as the plug shifts in my ass. His sister showing up was like someone dousing me with freezing water. The mood had been killed immediately. As much as I would have liked to finish I know that he’s due for a meeting in ten minutes. So much for me finally getting the opportunity to be fucked on his desk.

  “It’s okay; it’s not your fault. Your sister is really cute. Do you mind if I come to the party? I’m going to invite my friend Sandy.”

  “Well, if you don’t show up, Chloe will take it personally so I suggest that you show your face,” he grins.

  “Well, this should be interesting.”

  #Chapter7

  “I’m tripping” Camille

  **

  “Okay, so run this by me again. You’ve been fucking the billionaire the whole time?” Sandy asks me disbelief.

  I finally told Sandy everything about me and Kyle. I figured that I should let her know because it’s been killing me keeping it to myself, and I don’t want her to feel awkward when we’re at the party together. I’m so happy that she decided to come with me to Chloe’s party. We both look great because we purchased the cutest dresses yesterday when I got off of work. It’s been nice to spend some time with her and I realize that I’ve been all about Kyle since he offered me the job. I have to make sure that I continue to spend time with my friends. At the end of the day, they’re really all that I have. When Marcus and I blew up, they were around even when I didn’t want them to.

  “Yes, we’ve been together for the entire time. I really like him.”

  “I would like him too if he gave me a credit card, paid my salary, and fucked me regularly.”

  I laugh, “Shut up! You are crazy. I didn’t want to tell you at first because I wasn’t sure what you would think of me, and I wasn’t sure what I thought of myself.”

  “So you have to tell me, how big is it? Do you enjoy it? How kinky do the both of you get?”

  “All that I’m going to say is that yes I enjoy it a lot, we do things that I’ve never really imagined doing, and the rumors about white men are not true. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had.”

  “He’s bigger than Marcus?”

  “Yes, by at least an inch.”

  “Oooh, no wonder you’re dick drunk. You’ve been avoiding my phone calls and when I do talk to you it’s been pretty short. Now I know what’s been going on,” she laughs.

  “Sorry, girl I’ve been enjoying myself a whole lot for the last two weeks.”

  “Believe me, I’ve noticed. So his little sister is having her party at the Wit and she managed to get the entire roof shut down for her party? They are fuckin’ loaded.”

  “I know, it’s absolutely crazy but I’m looking forward it. I’m glad you’re coming with me and you get to meet Amanda the bitch.”

  We park at the Wit and start walking through the hotel towards the roof of the building. I capture a look at the both of us in the mirror and we look really good. If we had Cynthia with us we would look like the black Charlie’s Angels. When we step out onto the roof, I’m immediately made aware that we’re the only black people in attendance, that aren’t working the event. I know that it’s something that I’m going to have to get used to but it does bother me. I spot Kyle sitting on one of the white plush lounge chairs and I point him out to Sandy.

  “Damn, he’s hot. I don’t have jungle fever but I would be all over him too,” she shouts into my ear over the loud music.

  I look at him and smile inwardly. He is pretty hot and not just for a white man either. He’s universally hot, and no woman could deny that. I feel pretty lucky and I wish that I could walk over to him and plant a big one on his lips but I know that this isn’t the time for place for that. He and I are still keeping our relationship under wraps. I still don’t understand that concept, especially since he’s the CEO of the company. He shouldn’t have to hide what we have from anyone. I can’t help but think that it’s because he doesn’t plan on keeping me around for long. I sincerely hope that’s not the case because I’m falling in love with him.

  “Camille! You made it, I’m so happy you’re here,” Chloe shrieks as she approaches me with her twin. They’re twins but fraternal, and Chloe is the prettier of the two.

  “I’m happy to be here, happy birthday to the both of you,” I say to the pair.

  “It’s great to meet you,” Claire says.

  “And who is this?” Chloe asks.

  I introduce the both of them to Sandy and she says happy birthday. We all do a celebratory shot together. I decide to walk over to go speak to Kyle but I’m stopped in my tracks when I notice Amanda take a seat beside him. She looks good in the white mini dress and Kyle is appreciating the view.

  “Aren’t they so cute together?” Chloe exclaims interrupting my thoughts.

  “Well they both look nice,” I respond.

  “We’ve been trying to get the both of them together forever. Amanda is finally deciding to make her move tonight. That’s why I invited her; I think that they just fit. Kyle’s interested in her but he doesn’t know how to deal with a real woman. He’s always whoring around. Hopefully they’ll settle down,” Claire says.

  My heart feels like it’s about to come out of my chest and my mouth goes dry. I’m a mixture of pissed, hurt, and embarrassed. I’ve been bragging about Kyle the entire ride over with Sandy and this happens right in front of her. Sandy looks at me with pity written all over her face and it’s too much to take. I swallow back the tears prickling at my eyes.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” I interject before I walk off in the opposite direction.

  I have no clue where I’m going and end up going to the rest room. I have to go and get it together. Just because his sisters want him to be with Amanda doesn’t mean that it’s what he wants. He said that it was just professional between the both of them and I can either choose to believe him or move on. I can’t get the idea of the both of them sitting together, and the way that he looked at her. I know that sometimes men can’t help it, but he knows that I’m supposed to be here too.

  “Camille?” I hear Sandy say as she enters the bathroom. She turns the corner and sees me standing at the sink.

  “Sorry for walking off, I just needed some time to breathe. Can you believe that shit?”

  “Don’t let them get to you, they don’t know about your relationship with him. They seem to just want him to be with anybody at this point. It wasn’t their intention to hurt you. It’s their birthday and they’re drunk.”

  “You’re right; I guess I am being super sensitive about this entire situation. I can’t believe that I care this much. I’m tripping.”

  “Like I said, you’re dick drunk,” she laughed, “Now let’s get the hell out of here and start partying. You ready?”

  “Yep, let’s go.”

  We exit the bathroom and go back out into the sea of people on the roof. I make a bee line directly to Kyle. When he sees me he smiles brightly and stands to greet me. When his arms encircle my waist I melt into his body and he kisses my cheek. Just as quick as the hug began, it was already over.

  “Hey you look great,” he winks at me, “Who is your friend?”

  I introduce him to Sandy.

  Amanda gives me the ultimate stare down and I return it with a polite smile. She leans over and whispers something into Kyle’s ear.

  “Excuse me ladies, I have something to attend to,” he says before he walks away.

  What the hell? I’m not a jealous person but I feel slighted. I saw him for all of 1 minute and he’s already walking away from me. Unable to stand any more drama, Sandy and I head to the bar. We order drinks and make small talk with other people there. Men are swarming all around us because we’re the only black women there and we’re hot. Sandy is soaking up all of the
attention and I appear to be doing the same. The entire time that I’m talking to the men, I’m thinking about Kyle.

  That’s right, I’m dick drunk.

  I look around the deck for Kyle and I finally see him... kissing Amanda.

  My entire body freezes up and I drop my cocktail glass. Everyone surrounding me looks in my direction, and I just stand there. I don’t know what to do; the man that I love is kissing Amanda.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I say to Sandy before I head for the door.

  Without looking back, I start towards the exit.

  “Camille!” I hear a voice that sounds like Kyle yell, but I don’t let it stop me.

  I can’t take any more of this, and I don’t know what I was thinking. I have no business at a party like this and I have zero business, being involved with someone like Kyle. Other women may be okay with this kind of situation but I can’t take it. I don’t want to be his secret, while I have to sit back and excuse his behavior. I’m done.

  #Chapter8

  “If looks could kill, there would have been a massacre” Kyle

  **

  Have you ever just known that your day was probably going to suck?

  That’s the way that I felt when I woke up this morning. Today was the first day that family and pleasure collided in my life. I pushed back my fear and moved forward with the day. I was excited to see Camille tonight because she went home yesterday to hang out with her friend, shop, and all of the other things that women do together.

  Arriving at my sister’s party felt like torture. Watching the both of them drink freely and flirt with men was enough to make me want to punch someone in the face. My solution to this was to subdue my anger with alcohol. I took a seat on the comfortable loungewear and gave myself a view of the entrance. I wanted to make sure that I could see Camille when she finally showed up. It seemed like forever and I almost thought that she wasn’t going to show.