by Tyla Walker
Undercover Love
A BWWM Romance
Tyla Walker
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Contents
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1. David
2. Nya
3. David
4. Nya
5. David
6. Nya
7. David
8. Nya
9. David
10. Nya
11. David
12. Nya
13. David
14. Nya
15. David
16. Nya
17. David
18. Nya
19. David
20. Nya
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Description
Nya is a single mom minding her own business. She’s got her own fashion line catering to young black women in the city. Then one day, her friend David comes into her life. See, he’s a cop on a case. And he needs her help.
He needs her to marry him.
David is trying to get into the high society world to find out a suspect. He needs his best friends help so that he can mingle and find a deadly criminal and bring them to justice.
It’s almost like it’s Nya civic duty to marry this white boy.
She agrees. And all of a sudden…she’s in the center of all the attention. She’s got a fine white boy on her arm that grabbing her in all the best places. Places she thought no one would ever be grabbing and smacking again.
But then she gets feelings for him.
Does he share them for her? Or is this just all about the case? When he gets his man, will he still be around for his woman?
Find out in this sizzling BWWM romance!
One
David
I shake my head at the sight of Director Cavanaugh in her chair, holding a manila folder with two hands. She raises an eyebrow up as soon as I close the door behind me.
"Monday blues, Agent?"
"Well, I'm about to get another assignment, so sure, let's call it Monday blues."
"Well, we didn't ask you to apply here at the CCRSB, so suck it up. Get your ass over here and let's talk about your newest mission."
I do as I'm told and sit down but lean in with my elbow and lower arm on her desk.
"Sucking and ass? Those are my two favorite —"
She hits me with a glare as her face turns as red as her lipstick. Ah, yes, the good ole times. She has a boyfriend now, but everyone knows we had a thing a couple of months back.
"What are we on to now?" I ask, pulling away.
She hands me the manila folder, "An anonymous tip came this weekend—don't give me that look, I know it's cliché—about Nightingale Interiors and one of their partners and frequent collaborators, Goldstar Carpeting Services."
Same old money laundering. Figures.
"They're basically putting a neon sign over their heads. Nevada? Can't they get more creative than that?"
"They're not necessarily bogus companies, but there'd been a couple of transactions here and there that didn't match up. Just go in, get chummy, grab evidence, and then go out," she tells me.
After scanning the mission brief, she sends me to a well-known tailor that I know costs an arm and a leg to get a suit made. Luckily for me, it's already paid for.
"Mr. Mackall?" The seamstress calls my attention and then blushes when I look her way. "I'm Tara, one of the tailors here. I'll be taking your measurements, and we'll discuss your preferences."
Well, my preference is a childhood friend who seems to never see me as more than a friend, but this cute little brunette seamstress will do just fine.
Her touch was gentle but with an ulterior motive. When the back of her hand brushes against my crotch for the fifth time, I lock her office and pull her against me.
My hands wander, all-over her shapes and curves, and she moans. I manage to remove her blouse and bra before feasting on her luscious breasts with my lips and teeth.
She gasps when I suck on one of her nipples, and she palms my cock through my slacks.
The next thing I know, she's on her knees with her mouth and hands around my engorged dick. She went to town with all the licking and sucking.
I came inside her mouth, and she drank all my cum, licking her lips. I slump down on the floor, realizing I screamed out a different name while in the throes of ecstasy.
"It's alright; we both know it's just sex," Tara assures me, before pulling her panty down and straddling me. "Call her name all you want, just ruin me hard with your big man meat. And don't worry about protection, I'm on the pill."
Her skillful fingers pump my cock until I’m hard as a rod, and I groan when she impales herself on my cock.
I close my eyes and let myself dream of Nya, riding me with her breasts bouncing on my face while I fuck her hard.
"Dave? What're you doing here?"
My hand waves across the surroundings, "Well, I was in the neighborhood, enjoying this bright sunny day, and then realized, I haven't said hello to my good friend in a while. Apparently, I'm not welcome anymore."
She rolls her hazel eyes and pulls me inside, "Don't be a drama queen, Dave. You're way too old for that."
"Ouch. She calls me old. And how about—"
Nya turns around, perches her hands on her hips, and glares up at me. Cute. She looks adorable, even when angry. I smirk at her and raise my hands.
"You better not say anything, Mister."
"Zipping it," I put my thumb and pointer finger on top of one another and run them in a straight line in front of my mouth. "Not saying anything about your age, I promise."
"Okay, that's it," she pushes against my chest, and I capture her wrists, smirking down at her. "Get out of my house, Mackall. You're only ever here to torment me or to ask for a favor."
"Really? Again? Ouch, darling, you wound me. Is that what you think of me?"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong. How 'bout that?"
She raises an eyebrow, and even though she's not smiling, I can see the mirth in her eyes. One of the many things I like about this woman is her playfulness. She can be childish, but she's definitely one of the most mature and strongest people I've known.
I lean forward, still looking into her eyes.
"You're not wrong," I whisper. "I really need a favor. One that only you can give me."
My eyes dip down to her lips, and it takes all of my need to concentrate on the task at hand not to bite at that luscious lower lip.
But Nya's making it hard not to, especially with those doe eyes I've fantasized of so many times looking up at me while blowing me.
"Where's the kiddo?" I ask her, and she slowly pulls away. When I pull her back, she looks at me, and I quickly let her go.
"Outside, he's with his friends at the playground."
I sigh. It's now or never, "You know my work, right? I need your help with something."
"It depends on that something, Dave," Nya turns around, her reddish-black curls swishing elegantly. I follow her to the kitchen, where she orders me to sit.
"If this was ten years ago, I would've said yes immediately, but I have Jerome now. If this is something that'll put him in danger…"
"No, nothing of that sort, I promise. I need to attend a gala, and there'll be an auction for high-end antiques, rugs, and types of furniture."
I can see the gears turning in her head. Her eyes lit up for a second, looking like bright brow jewels in the light filtering in from the window to her side. Beautiful.
"And what's the catch?"
"You familiar with money laundering?"
Two
Nya
I'm a bit surprised when David arrived. He's actually someone I can really say as one of the few friends that I still keep in touch with often.
I should not be wondering why he is here since he comes here often without prior notice. But he looks different, something is bothering him.
He's only like this when he intends to ask a favor.
We know each other since grade school. That is fucking grade school! In a time when we did not know how to properly read and write. A time we just wanted to play and not to worry about things. If I reiterate how long we have known each other, it will more than lengthy. A day won't be enough to say everything.
David seems to be tense, showing up at my house like this. I can feel that there's an urgent matter he wants to settle with me.
"Aha! Now I'm right, you are here because you need something, you dickhead!" I say to break the tense atmosphere. Dickhead, indeed. Remembers me when he asks for a favor, but a smile is on my lips as I reproach him.
"Yes, and I'm truly sorry if you feel like that I'm using you, but please, Nya, you are the only person I know that can really help me with this one," he replies as he looks, eyes pleading.
There he goes again with his puppy eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm like this when talking to him. David is such a nice guy and probably one of the best dudes around my circle. I know he already knows me for the longest time we've been friends.
I can see the sincerity and truthfulness in his eyes. The passion and dedication for work gaze back at me, begging me like a crying child telling his mom to buy his favorite toy from the toyshop.
He explains to me about it.
"Money laundering? Can you tell me about that?" I say. This is such a surprise and a big issue!
"We have been talking with my chief about money laundering occurring through an antique dealership and a rug store that ships expensive rugs from Asia," he briskly replies.
"And so?" I say while raising my eyebrows in question.
"I need to attend a gala, they will be there, and I need to be in their inner circle. I want you to be with me in that gala," he responds while moving closer to me. "In fact, I want you to be my pretend-fiance."
I gaze at his green eyes, and I can really tell how attractive it is. I can't focus on what he says as I am focusing on looking at him. I always have what-ifs in my mind.
Like what if David and me... I blink my eyes, breaking the spell he cast on me.
There are tons of questions in my mind that keep lingering, and I don't have any answers for that.
I'm having a hard time refusing him since we're so close... and because of my son, Jerome.
I love my honeybunch, Jerome, and through the years, besides my dad, David is the only male role model for him. He is really a good man, undoubtedly, someone that can be a good father figure for my baby.
And he’s asking me to be his pretend-fiance? It’s a tall order.
"Nya? Hey, Nya. Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.
"Uhm, yes. I'm sorry, what was that again?" I replied. I'm thinking of so many things again.
"Would you be with me at the gala?" he asks again. "Be my pretend fiance?"
I'm not comfortable attending a gala or any social gathering. I find it hard to be with other people that are not really close to me. Even though I often received open invitations because I made myself a millionaire through my high-end clothing store.
I don't think it's necessary for me to with other people and to fake my smile to other guests.
But… David's asking so earnestly.
"You know me, David. I don't like to attend any social gathering," I say.
"Yes, but I'm with you. We will both go there, and I promise you that I will be with you and will never leave you," David affirms, imploring me.
His eyes are very captivating. It seems like his stares are enough for me to say yes. His eyes cast a spell that makes you do whatever he wants.
He is waiting for me to say yes, a bit tense. It's pretty obvious.
"Okay, yes. I will!" I tell him.
I just blurted it out. I want to blame David's eyes for that. But what can I do? I blurt it out, and it's done.
To be honest, I don't want to meddle or to get involved in any other people's lives. I got my own business, and I think I should not deal with other's businesses as well.
Especially this messy money laundering scheme.
But David is always there for me whenever I need help. He is always there for Jerome and acts like a father, friend, and role model. This is just small compensation compared to all of that, and I think he deserves to have my help.
I got so many connections that he needs for this mission, and he badly needs it. Also, this will be a big help to get rid of those criminals.
He beams at me. He looks so radiant. All the worry vanishes as I see him smile back at me.
This will also be a great opportunity for us to hang out for a while in a social setting, and I can't really say no and resist his charm.
"Thank you very much, Nya! You know how much this means to me and for my work. I will promise you that this will be worth it. Thank you, thank you!" David almost hugs, holding both my shoulders tightly.
"Okay, no problem, David," I reply
"So, is this a deal?" he gurgles.
"Deal," I reply.
I hope I can really do this.
Three
David
I’m a bit excited and uneasy at the same time. I’m on my way to Nya’s house to pick her up and actually, there are so many things running in my mind right now.
Is Nya really okay about this deal or maybe she just said yes because I forced her? I hope that she is really okay about this.
I bet she is dazzling as fuck and will probably break the floor as she walks at the gala. I’m pretty sure about it.
Luckily, the traffic is bearable and going to Nya’s house is not a pain in the ass. Finally I reach her house and go out of my car and knock on her door.
As she opens the door, everything moves in a slow motion like what I see in every movie. I can’t believe it is real but look what is happening right now, this is so slow!
Oh man! My eyes are glued to her, she is fucking gorgeous. I have never seen Nya this stunning. For years I have known her, this is the only time I am sure that all the preparation she has done was indeed for me.
“Hi, Nya!” I greet.
“Hello, David, come on in.” She gasps.
I enter to her house and and sit on her couch waiting for her to sit or go beside me.
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br /> She closes the door and she looks back at me and smiles. Oh damn! She is so attractive. I can’t get my eyes off her. She suddenly sits beside me.
“Ah are you ready Nya?” I stutter as I am still looking at her pretty face.
“Not yet and I’m kind of thinking something right now.” She replies with a poker face.
“What is it?” I beseech.
“I don’t want to go. I don’t want to do this.” She says with a blank face.
“Huh? Why?” I quaver.
“I’m just joking David. I got you there!” She laughs while spanking my arms.
Suddenly I become nervous, I thought it is true. She is really a joker sometimes.
“I don’t know what to do if it was true. My heart is racing very fast. You fool!” I reply
“I’m just kidding, don’t be mad, David.” She chortles.
My mood becomes different as I focus more on her look. Undoubtedly she’s a goddess.
“You look stunning as ever. That dress is really you.” I state.
“Thank you David, I made this dress by the way.” She responds.
“What can I expect? You are talented and creative as usual. You will going to slay the runway for sure.” I say.
“You are flattering me, David. Anyway, thank you.” She replies.
“Are you’re nervous?” I say
“You know that I don’t like social gathering as I get anxious whenever I’m with of people.” She says