AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) (32 page)

Chapter 4

              After her shift ended at the Wild West Whiskey, Mila drove home feeling a little off. She hadn’t expected to find her old high school sweetheart at work today, but that was exactly what happened. She thought back to their time together as she walked through her extravagant home.

              She lived in the biggest house in town, but what good did it do her? All the marble floors and ten-foot ceilings did was make her feel lonely. It felt stuffy and cramped in the mansion-like home. She frowned as she climbed the grand staircase to her room. She hated her home and how grand it was. All she had ever wanted in life was to live in a nice quaint little home with a little vegetable garden in the back. Instead, she had a home that echoed ominously with her every step.

              Finally, she made it to her room. She closed the door. Her husband, Theodor Edvin, was once again on a business trip. This time, he was in Canada, trying to expand his wheat market into northern territory. Theodor was rarely home and Mila was grateful for it. He wasn’t a kind man.

              In fact, her husband was the last man on earth she would ever love. He was attractive, yes, but he had a rotten personality. Years of privilege had driven him to a snobby attitude. He walked with a cocky stance and looked at everyone as if they were below him. Mila hated him, but like everyone else she had been drawn in by his initial charm.

              At first, he seemed amazing and perfect, with his pearly white teeth and flashing money, but as time went on Mila soon found out the truth about her husband. Luckily, he was never home, and that made the marriage somewhat bearable. But now with Aron back in town, a part of her wanted to run away from her home.

              She didn’t want to be with Theodor. She was miserable, and all she wanted to do was yank off her wedding ring and flush it down the toilet but, for some reason, she couldn’t will herself to do it. What if Aron had someone else? Maybe he loved another woman overseas or he had a wife of his own.

              Mila knew she couldn’t bank on the thought that Aron still loved her. Deep down in her heart all she wanted was to curl up in his tight embrace and go back to the way things were when they were in high school, but the pragmatic part of her knew this was impossible. Sighing, she slipped on her pajamas and went to bed, dreaming of Aron by her side.

As she closed her eyes she could almost feel his rough lips press against her neck. She imagined her fingers tracing every last one of the scars on his body as her lips gently caressed them with kisses. She imagined his sexy body pressed against hers. Biting her lip, she stirred under the sheets before finally falling into a fitful sleep.

Chapter 5

              The next day Aron couldn’t stop himself from going back to the bar. He had to see her again. However, when he got there she was nowhere to be seen. There were other girls dressed as bar maidens, but there was no Mila. Aron frowned and sat down, drinking a couple of drinks. He ended up waiting the whole night for her to show up to no avail. Aron went home that night feeling defeated.

              A week passed by with Aron constantly visiting the bar. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. When he was working she was all he could think of. He thought of her beautiful smile, imagined running his fingers through her curly brown hair. By the end of the week, he was harboring the fear that maybe she was avoiding him.

              Maybe she didn’t want to see him anymore. Aron frowned at the thought. He wanted to see her again, at least once. He needed to see her.

              It was Friday now, and he was hopeful that she would be at the bar, and if she wasn’t he would ask around for her. As he entered the saloon he looked around to find the same old man playing the piano and, after a quick sweep of the workers, it seemed like once again she wasn’t there. Aron frowned to himself as he sat down in his usual spot, looking depressed. All he wanted was a glimpse at her face. Was that too much to ask for?

              As he looked out at the crowd, a woman walked up to him. “Why the long face?” Aron looked around to find Mila standing before him, dressed in a light summer dress. He tilted his head to the side.

              “What are you doing here?” he asked, looking her up and down. He found himself staring at her long, shapely legs before pulling away his gaze to her hazel eyes. She smiled warmly at him.

              “Getting a drink,” she said before sitting down at the bar beside him. He looked at her in disbelief.

              “Don’t you work tonight?” She shook her head.

              “I work one week on and one week off,” she explained as she took a sip of her drink. He smiled and ordered himself a drink. He continued to look at her, unable to take his eyes off of her. She had grown to become a real southern beauty and whoever she had married had been a lucky man.

              “What are you doing here?” she asked, tilting her head.

              “Well…I was sort of looking for you…” he said, a tinge of pink painted on his cheeks as he found himself admitting his true intentions to her. She blushed lightly at him before chuckling.

              “Is that so? Are you my stalker now?” she asked with a grin on her face. He smirked at her, his dark eyes gleaming playfully before he ran a hand through his curly dark hair.

              “Maybe. What are you going to do about it?” he asked, teasingly, getting closer to her. Their faces were close enough that they could now smell each other’s breath. She blushed a shade deeper before looking into his dark eyes. She smiled slightly before leaning back, breaking the chemistry between them.

              “Nothing, really. I kind of like it, to be honest.” She grinned before taking another sip of her drink. Aron smiled at her and a moment of silence passed between them. Finally, Mila spoke up. “What do you say to dropping by my house?” She tilted her head encouragingly. He looked at her for a moment before his face lit up.

              “Sure.”

              She smiled just as bright before getting down from the bar stool, and together they made their way to the Edvin Manor. Aron looked up at the imposing home in awe. “You live here?” he asked in shock as he stared at the gates. They drove up to the front door and his eyes continued to grow in amazement. There was no denying her husband’s wealth now.

              Aron frowned slightly as he looked at her again, knowing he couldn’t stand up to the stature and esteem of Mila’s husband. The possibility of her somehow still liking him seemed slim to none now.

              As Mila got out of the car she smiled at him before leading him inside. Aron kept looking around the house. It was grander than anything he had ever seen, and he wondered what kind of job a man needed to have in order to own a home like this one. He was sure Mila’s husband had never served in the Navy or any other branch of the military. Aron thought back to his meager pension check and frowned as he stared at the marble floors.

              Mila didn’t notice this frown, however, as she led him to the kitchen. Together they sat down at the kitchen island, drinking a newly opened bottle of wine. As they sipped the smooth drink they started to unwind and relax.

              They reminisced about their time together in high school and all the memories they had created in four short years. They laughed as they recounted stories about their shenanigans as a couple. By the end of the night their faces were red with the glow of alcohol, but they were happy in the company of one another.

              Mila could feel herself loosen up as she looked at Aron. She bit her lip as her eyes made their way along his body. It seemed like he had gotten sexier over the last ten years. His body was rippling with muscles now and he had a smoldering look to his face that sprung a heat inside her body she couldn’t quite explain. She could feel herself being pulled toward him as her body yearned for him. Looking at him, she placed her hand on his, a burning look in her eyes.

Chapter 6

              Aron looked at her hand in disbelief. Suddenly she took hold of his hand, squeezing it tight in hers before pulling him off of his chair. She giggled naughtily and Aron could tell by the look on her face that she was up to something. He grinned at her, allowing himself to be brought wherever she liked.

              Soon they were in a very luxurious looking bathroom with gold trimmed accessories and marble countertops. Aron looked around a little amazed before his eyes fell on the impressive hot tub in the corner of the spacious room. Mila grinned to herself, seeing his expression. “I haven’t forgotten how much you love the water, you know,” she smirked as she locked the door behind her, giving him a naughty look.

              Aron could feel himself stiffen in his pants, biting his lip. There was nothing he wanted more than to slam her against the wall, pick her up and make out with her, but at the same time, there was a burning thought in the back of his mind that reminded him that Mila was married now. But as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she didn’t seem to care.

              He was shocked to feel her soft lips on his as she kissed him for the first time in ten years. Aron didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the feelings she had for him, trapped inside of her for a decade, that was causing her to act this way. As he pulled away he gazed into her eyes and smiled. This was the same old Mila he had fallen in love with in high school.

              He suddenly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her neck deeply, nibbling her tender flesh slightly, making her giggle with pleasure. She quickly worked at unbuttoning his shirt until his impressive six-pack was on display. She ran her fingers over his skin, gently caressing a scar on his side.

              Aron flinched slightly as he looked down at her. His fears of rejection came flooding back as she noticed his scars. She smiled at him with a bright smile, her face glowing happily. “You’ve gotten sexier.” Aron was surprised to hear her words. He didn’t expect her to think he was still attractive with his countless battle scars, but somehow it had managed to make him even more attractive to her. “Now let’s get in the tub!” She grinned, leaning forward before kissing his neck.

              He grinned back and turned on the tub. He smiled as the sound of rushing water reached his ears. He relaxed for a minute, leaning against the cool marble wall as Mila continued to kiss his neck gently. After a minute, he put her down and they were in a mad rush to undress. A passion had taken over, as if a switch of suppressed emotions had been turned on. Soon enough they were both naked. Mila looked down to see Aron’s hardened member and grinned to herself before stepping into the hot tub.

              She smirked at him, moving her fingers, imploring him to join her. He didn’t need to be asked twice and in a moment he was inside the tub with her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down into the warm water. She giggled as their naked bodies pressed together for the first time in years. Reaching back she turned on the powerful jets that surrounded the large tub.

              Aron moaned slightly as he felt the powerful water blast against his back and various other parts of his body. He glanced at Mila and he could no longer hold himself back. Lunging toward her he pinned her against the side of the tub before placing her legs on his shoulders. There was a devilish look on his face as he looked up at her.

              In an instant, his head was underwater and Mila moaned out as she felt his tongue pressed against her pussy, immediately finding her sensitive clit. She moaned louder, wrapping her fingers in his wet hair as he continued to lick her for more than a minute straight. She bit her lip and moaned out as he added one of his fingers to the mix, making her wither in pleasure. It was the best and longest minute of Mila’s life.

              Soon, however, to her dismay, Aron came up for air with a grin on his face. Years of learning to hold his breath was finally coming in handy for something other than saving his own life. In a second he was under the water again and making Mila shake in pleasure as his skilled tongue worked magic under the warm water.

              Mila, however, couldn’t take this torture anymore. She wanted to have him. She needed to have him. She didn’t want his tongue, no matter how skilled as it was. She wanted every inch of him. In her desperation, she pulled him out of the water and looked at him breathlessly. “I want you.” He grinned to himself before pulling her close.

              He wrapped her legs around his waist before sitting down in one of the built-in seats. In one quick motion he pushed her down onto his hardened member. They both moaned out in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her tongue entering his mouth, dancing around with his eager tongue as they both started to moan.

              Within moments of bouncing, groping, and kissing, they were both possessed with pleasure. Mila couldn’t hold back as she experienced wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her body with her climax. Aron followed soon after, moaning in bliss.

              They didn’t have much time to relax, however, as shortly after their climaxes Mila’s ears perked up at the sound of a door slamming outside. Her eyes grew in surprise. She didn’t know who it was, but she knew she couldn’t be caught with Aron. “Quick! Someone’s home! You have to get out!” Aron looked at her confused before understanding the situation.

              In a mad rush, the two of them got dressed as quickly as possible before Aron was ushered out a back door. Mila greeted her maid with a smile on her face minutes later, as if nothing had ever happened.