SAFEHOUSE (A BWWM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE)

by Mia Caldwell

  I could almost hear him whisper in my ear, telling me I was fucking gorgeous. I’d melted like a stick of butter.

  It felt wrong… And it felt right!!! Oh God it felt right! Maybe that’s why I’d went along with it. I still couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said that made me want to marry him in front of Elvis and God and everyone… But maybe that didn’t matter?

  “I need to go home,” I whispered, pushing my food away from me. “I need to go home right now.”

  “Savannah, you’re shaking. I can’t let you drive like this. Did you even sleep last night? Come on, we’ll take my car,” Chandra replied, putting her arms around me. It was comforting to know that I still had a friend I could turn to in a moment like this. Chandra had been there through thick and thin. When I broke up with my first cheating asshole of a boyfriend, she’d come with me to egg his house like a couple of stupid teenagers. Chandra could be the devil on my shoulder, but she was also an angel in disguise… She’d get me through this. I took a deep breath and stood up, my knees weak as she helped me out the door and toward her little Honda Civic.

  “Don’t worry about your car, we’ll get it later,” Chandra said, smiling gently. “Lets get you home and into a shower. We can figure out what to do next.”

  A shower sounded good. Really good! I was probably still covered in sweat and God knows what else from last night…

  Oh God… Did we use a condom? I though to myself, trying desperately not to panic.

  I sat quietly as she climbed in beside me, closing my eyes and letting my mind run free. Why had I done this? Having sex with an incredibly sexy man was one thing, but what could he have possibly said to make me want to marry him on the spot? I could practically hear his voice whispering in my ear, but I couldn’t make it out. The road drifted beneath us as Chandra drove a little too fast, every turn breaking my concentration.

  I’d be fine. One little annulment and I could get back to my life. I could put this whole thing behind me. Graham Archer would be ancient history and we could laugh about how silly this whole thing was. It had been a long night and a longer morning. Exhausted, I slumped back in the seat and let the road beneath Chandra’s car lull me to sleep.

  “Savannah,” Chandra whispered, pushing against my arm and jolting me awake as the car came to a stop. “You’re going to want to see this…”

  My eyes fluttered open, the bright sky blazing as I blinked and stared into the parking lot. The first thing I noticed was the flowers. Dozens of delivery vehicles of every shape and size were in the parking lot, unloading bouquet after bouquet and forming a beautiful little path that led toward my building.

  “What the hell is this?” I asked, staring out at the ridiculous display.

  “I think it’s your husband…” Chandra said, suppressing a laugh.

  There he was. Graham Archer, standing right in the center of rose-lined path in an impeccably sexy suit. Even at this distance, I could see his crystal blue eyes staring right at me. Almost impossibly, he looked even better with his clothes on…

  “What are you going to do?” Chandra asked quietly, the engine still running.

  “I’m going to ask him for a divorce...”

  “Do me a favor. Get his number for me,” Chandra said, laughing her ass off. “I’m all about the rebound on this one!”

  CHAPTER 3

  _ _ _

  “You know, I was hoping for an apology,” Graham said as I approached, my feet carrying me toward him at an unmistakably angry pace. He wasn’t going to get off that easy, I had a serious bone to pick and he had no idea what kind of rage an angry black woman could pour on.

  “I hope you know this is over,” I shouted at him, bringing myself between the aisles of roses, the scent almost overwhelmingly powerful. This little display must have cost him thousands… Maybe tens of thousands… “Do you have any idea how messed up this is?”

  “Savannah… Please. We need to talk,” Graham said with his infuriatingly calming and sexy voice that just made me want to pounce on him. “Lets go up to your apartment where it’s private.”

  “What, so you can carry me over the threshold? Why did you do this? Why did I do this? Were you looking for some kind of notch for your belt? Marry the poor black girl in Vegas?” I said, my voice straining even as my eyes shifted. Half of the apartment complex had come out to see what was happening with the mass of flowers and the gorgeous man standing in the path. Now I was pounding a fist against his solid chest with tears in my eyes. “This whole thing is a mistake. We need to fix this!”

  Graham caught my hand before I could lay another blow, holding it with a gentle firmness I could remember all too well. “I need to tell you something, and I need you to look me in the eye when I say it. I was hoping for privacy but if you want my confession right here you’re going to get it.”

  I couldn’t do it. My eyes were firmly planted on his suit. I gasped as he let go of my fist, laying the lightest of fingers beneath my chin and lifting it to meet his stunning gaze. “Savannah… Everything that has happened these last few hours is crazy…”

  “You’re damn right it’s crazy. This whole thing is a mistake.”

  My breath hitched as his arm swept around the small of my back, holding me up on my weak knees. I wondered what Chandra was making of all of this, watching from her car. I didn’t need this kind of proximity, I needed distance! This man’s scent was intoxicating, and feeling the solid mass of his body pressing up against me was driving me wild.

  “Listen to me. Being with you last night is the first time I’ve ever really felt alive… I thought I had everything I could ever want in life, and you showed me there’s something better. It’s in your face… It’s in your body… It’s in your voice and your words and your beautiful mind. What happened last night wasn’t a mistake Savannah. I will never regret that moment. It will never be a mistake as long as I live.”

  “I don’t even remember most of last night,” I replied, tears pouring from my eyes. Why was this man affecting me like this? Why in the world did I want him to sweep me up in his arms and carry me home?

  That’s what my mind was saying, but the rest of my body disagreed. My body knew him. I could remember every touch and every single little sensation. The how and the why remained distant, but I desperately wanted to feel his hands on my skin just one more time.

  “You can feel it, can’t you? It’s written all over your face. Look at the way your lips curl when I touch you. I can see the sparkle in your eyes. I loved you the first time I set eyes on you. Is that really so crazy?” Graham whispered, wiping away one of my tears. “What happened yesterday was real. You have to know that. We should go upstairs and talk. Please.”

  I just nodded, letting him take me by the hand and lead me between the flowers. I turned to throw a glance at Chandra, and watched as she pointed at her cellphone. She’d expect a full update, but like a good friend, she would wait. Upstairs and out of view of the curious onlookers, we stepped up to my door, the key inserting effortlessly into the lock. I turned the knob, opening the portal to my only little slice of private space on this Earth.

  “You sure you don’t want me to carry you over, Savannah?” Graham said, laughing quietly to himself.

  “Do you think it’s that easy, Mr. Archer?” I asked, staring into his eyes.

  “I know it is,” he replied, lifting me up unexpectedly and stepping inside.

  CHAPTER 4

  _ _ _

  It wasn’t funny, but Graham was still laughing under as he crossed the living room.

  “Put me down!”

  He tossed me onto my squishy couch. For a moment, Graham just stood there, looking around and taking it all in.

  “What’s the matter, this humble abode not fancy enough for you?” I said with annoyance in my voice at his cool demeanor.

  “I think I could get used to it, actually. It’s a nice change of pace,” Graham replied, sitting down on the chair across from me. The way he moved was confident and al
l too appealing. Even in my panicked state, half of me just wanted him to tear my clothes off and take me right here in the living room.

  “Why did you run away, Savannah?”

  He had a way of cutting right to the chase.

  “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I was just out for a little fun. I don’t do this kind of stuff!”

  “You mean kiss on the first date?” Graham said softly, a hint of laughter in his voice.

  “I mean get married to the first guy I’ve ever had a one night stand with!”

  His eyebrow rose as he cocked his beautifully handsome head to the side. “Obviously, I was hoping for a little more than one night.”

  I want more than one night too. Can I have more than one night?

  “We have nothing in common Graham. You’re some bigshot billionaire, I’m just a girl trying to make her own way in the world… And…”

  I hesitated.

  “And what?”

  “And you’re white.”

  “I’ve noticed, Savannah,” Graham said with a cool tone, his smile still firmly planted on his face. “After last night, I didn’t expect that would be a problem for you…”

  “People are going to think I’m just some stupid notch on your belt. Have you even seen the news? Rich man marries token black girl trophy wife!”

  “It’s not like that Savannah. I’m a man of particular tastes, and you happen to satisfy all of them… I was hoping we could give this a try.”

  “Keep hoping. We need to fix this. We can get an annulment or something,” I said, hoping he didn’t feel the way my body had reacted to his touch. “Have you seen what they’re saying on the internet? My facebook is exploding right now. I can’t do this!”

  “An annulment would make my lawyer happy. Do you know how many times he’s called me already this morning?”

  Graham let out another laugh, settling into his chair and getting a little too comfortable. He didn’t seem to be bothered by any of this. “Savannah,” he said quietly, “I’m asking you to give me a chance. To give this a chance.”

  His hand waved between us. My eyes snapped back onto his, lifting from his strong shoulders and masculine neck.

  “I was drunk Graham. We did something stupid that I can barely even remember.”

  “You didn’t do this because you had a few shots…” Graham started, but I cut him off, a stream of words pouring out of my lips. “If this is supposed to work,” I replied, “you tell me right now why I went through with this? If it wasn’t the tequila, tell me what it was! What did you say to me? Why did I marry you?”

  I could almost see it in my mind. His lips were moving last night. He’d said something that I held onto. Maybe I couldn’t remember it, but deep down I knew it was important.

  “Savannah, I…” Graham said, his voice hesitating.

  “What? Tell me. I need to know why I feel like this every time you look at me. Your voice puts butterflies in my stomach. Your eyes make me want to tear off my clothes. Tell me what you said!”

  “You honestly don’t remember?” Graham whispered, lifting himself from the chair. Tears were pouring from my eyes as he kneeled down in front of me, taking my hand between his. Goosebumps swept up my arm at his mere touch, my entire world upended as his thumb brushed across the sparkling diamond ring I still hadn’t even thought to remove.

  “I don’t remember,” I said, “help me remember… Please.”

  Graham looked up at me, his gaze as captivating, as it was seductive. I wanted to hear his words more than anything in the world. I held my breath as he started to speak.

  “Savannah, last night was irrational. It was crazy. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life…”

  “And?” I asked.

  “I told you I loved you, Savannah.”

  I was lost in his eyes, unable to force myself to look away. His unrelenting crystal blue gaze tore away my defenses even as his voice wrapped itself around me. He pushed himself up, his face becoming level with my own and his lips so tantalizingly close…

  “And?” I asked breathlessly.

  “And you believed it.”

  CHAPTER 5

  _ _ _

  His lips pushed into mine with a certain feeling of desperation. It was soft yet aggressive, my tongue reaching out to part his lips ever so softly, his mouth taking the lead in a dance as old as love itself. With one tiny nibble of my lower lip, he retreated as quickly as he had swept into me.

  “I can’t stop thinking about how sweet your lips are.”

  I moaned as his hand swept up beneath my ear.

  “I needed you the moment I first saw you. I can’t control it…”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my head still buzzing from his proximity.

  “That’s easy,” Graham replied, his words soft as his lips captured mine once more, our bodies pulling tight as a shiver of pleasure rolled up my back. “Tell me you want my cock.”

  I gasped, my body yearning for him. “I need time to think…” I said, staring at the devastatingly handsome man before me.

  “I’ll give you all the time in the world,” Graham whispered, lifting me up effortlessly. I squealed as he held me tight, carrying me toward the hallway. We reached the bedroom with our bodies clutching at each other, my hands no longer under my control. He gripped them tightly, bringing them above my head as Graham pressed me up against the cool bedroom wall. He pinned me there, one hand keeping me stretched and on display, the other swiftly tugging at my blouse, one button at a time.

  “I don’t think you understand how you make me feel,” Graham whispered, his hand firing off electricity through my skin as he gave up on the buttons, tearing the cloth free in one swift and deliciously ferocious movement, exposing my delicate flesh.

  “You’re perfect, Savannah… You’re everything I’ve ever wanted…”

  He brought my hands down, shrugging the tattered remnants of the blouse up over my shoulders and letting it fall, my breasts coming into full view. The lacy white bra I had worn last night was probably still laying somewhere in the hotel room we had shared, a victim of my hurry to get away from him. Without another word, his lips found their way to my bare neck, kissing me ever so gently.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. I just cooed at the feeling of his lips on me.

  “But there’s something else about you that I love…” Graham said, his voice tickling the inside of my ear.

  Was I really going to let him do this?

  His soft lips traced kisses up to my cheek line before he bit me ever so softly on my neck. I let out a soft moan, my body almost involuntarily pulling tight with his, my breasts pressing up against his hard chest.

  “What do you love?” I asked, desperate to understand.

  “I love how submissive you are, Savannah…”

  “What?” I asked breathlessly. I was many things, but submissive was not one of them. I was a strong independent woman, and I didn’t need a man to tell me what to do.

  “Get on your knees.”

  My pussy pulsed at his command, memory flooding back from the night in his hotel room. He didn’t just marry me, he claimed me… He took me… He controlled me… And I’d fucking loved it.

  His dominating words weren’t leaving room for interpretation, and I couldn’t stop myself. Graham released my hands and my knees buckled beneath me, sinking into the carpet as I found myself face to face with his beautifully pressed slacks. I was on autopilot.

  He wants me to suck his cock… Oh my fucking God!

  Just the mere thought of having that monster in my mouth was sending pulsations of pleasure rolling through my body. I grappled with his belt, tearing it open as I peeled his pants down over his muscular thighs to reveal the thickness hidden beneath.

  I didn’t need further encouragement, but Graham’s fingers laced themselves into my hair, gripping it tightly and bringing my lips up against the tip of his bobbing 9 inches of heaven. I inhaled deeply, chancing a
look upward to catch his beautiful blue eyes before wrapping my lips around him and moaning.

  “Not so fast,” he said, holding me so that I could barely capture the tip of his incredible shaft. “You’re so used to being in control that you forgot what it feels like for a man to take what he wants.”

  I’d have done anything to make him let me go. I just wanted to drive that cock straight down my throat and show him just how much control I had, but he wasn’t budging. My tongue lashed around the head, feeling out the ridge and bringing a low groan out of his lips.