Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (4 page)

The more he mulled it over, the more he began to suspect that this was the type of selfish shit that Jeanette might actually do. As time passed, Brandon found more evidence to confirm his suspicions. For the last half hour of his phone call, he remembered hearing Jason running up and down the condo. When he looked around the house, he could see miniature muddy footprints that Jason had tracked into the house. If Jeanette was actually watching her son, there’s absolutely no way she would allowed this to happen. What’s more, Jeanette wasn’t answering her phone.

That only happened when she didn’t want to be found. As Brandon observed the evidence before him, he began to feel terrified. He had a foreboding sense that his son was running around outside somewhere by himself.
Oh great…
He thought.
Doesn’t he know that he’s a billionaire’s son, and a perfect target for kidnappers?
Brandon’s heart skipped a beat when he answered the question for himself. Of course he didn’t! Jason had no idea what dangers awaited him outside of the condo. Brandon’s spark of worry had now matured into a total blaze of panic, and he stormed out the house to look for his son. He had no idea what that wench of a wife of his was doing, but she would answer for this later.

“Jasssssson!” Brandon yelled, jogging briskly and scanning the landscape around him.

He searched behind bushes and trees, around other condos. He checked down by the waterfront bar. He asked everyone he saw if they’d seen a small child running around.
Nothing!
Brandon had now broken into a sweat. It was time to call security. A single guard arrived in a wimpy little golf cart. His face was covered in pimples and he looked like he’d just been out of a heavy nap. This didn’t look good. Brandon regretted calling security.

Being CEO of his own company, Brandon was well trained and staying calm while everyone else panics. He prided himself in being able to keep a stone face while other people were freaking out, however this emergency was different. This was his son. His pride and joy. Brandon had been looking for his Jason for about 20 minutes now, and he was as close to losing his composure as he may have ever been. 

As every second passed by, Brandon felt the weight of his child absence bearing down on him.
Maybe Jeanette had just taken him for a walk, or something?
He didn’t believe that for a second. Trying to convince himself of this only made things worse. His panic escalated. Brandon started to see Jason’s face in every small child. He even ran up to a kid and hugged him tightly, freaking him the fuck out.

Brandon had zipped from place to place, person to person. He was almost too absorbed in his little emergency to pay any notice to the beautiful woman who casually strode up to him. Luckily for them both, Kinisimere knew exactly how to stop him dead in his tracks.

“Hello, Mr. Boulder.” she said from a few feet away.

Her hands were opened out toward him.
We come in peace.
They seemed to say. Brandon was vaguely of Jesus, or someone like that.

“Hi, how may I help you?”

“I have your son. He’s safe.”

The flight back to the US had a much different tone than the flight to Fiji. Jeanette and Brandon sat on opposite ends of the cabin, and Jason played by himself quietly. The air was rife with discord. Even the on-board flight attendant could sense the negative energy, and she kept her contact with the Boulders down to an absolute bare minimum.
What the hell happened?
She thought.
Weren’t they supposed to be coming back from a vacation? Looks like they had a terrible time.

In truth, Brandon, Jason, and Jeanette had wonderful vacations. At least, the parts which were spent away from each other were wonderful. Jeanette had a wild ride with Vishal, Jason had made a new friend, and Brandon had discovered a possible new Fijian lover… sort of.

Brandon had been searching for his son in a whirlwind of panic when a gorgeous young Fijian woman approached him, claiming that she not only knew where Jason was, but that he was safe and sound. At first, Brandon was worried that she was a kidnapper who wanted ransom money, or something, but those fears were soon assuaged. He followed her beyond the confines of the private condominium resort.

Brandon hadn’t realized how big the resort was, and how much it felt like a prison, until he had to walk the entire length of it. This woman who introduced herself as Kinisimere didn’t rush herself. She took slow, thoughtful steps. Each one seemed to be totally intentional. She walked barefoot. She was totally unphased by the scorching dirt or sharp stones. Each step made her ass sway to a sexy rhythm that was alluring enough to mesmerize Brandon out of his panic and into a calm lull.

After about 10 minutes of walking, they’d reached a little tavern outside of the resort’s compound. The tavern was built entirely of wood, from the floorboards to the thatched roof. Kinisimere took Brandon’s hand and guided him through the tavern where Brandon observed toothless old men drinking and chickens running around freely. They’d almost reached their destination, and Brandon could hear children’s voices. One of them sounded very familiar. He felt hopeful. When Brandon entered the tavern’s backyard, he saw Jason playing “tag” with a little Fijian girl.

“Jason!”

“Daddy!”

Father and son rushed towards each other and hugged tightly for a full count of ten seconds. Then, Jason refused to give his father the chance to get serious…

“Look Daddy. Jason met a new friend… Millie!”

Jason pointed toward the little girl standing by the tree. She looked at Brandon from the corner of her eyes, then she hid behind the tree. Kinisimere laughed.

“My daughter is a little shy around adults. Especially adults who don’t wear clothes, like you.” she joked.

Kinisimere pointed at Brandon’s stomach, and for the first time in hours he became conscious of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He also vaguely noticed that she was pointing at his hip flexors.
Maybe she reads Esquire.
He thought. Jason’s attention span farted. He ran off with Millie and continued his game. Brandon’s first instinct was to split up the game and drag his son back to the condo, but seeing Jason’s absolute glee, he decided to let his boy have some more fun. He’d stay and chat with Kinisimere in the meantime…

“Mr. Boulder, have you enjoyed my country?”

“Actually, not yet.” He blushed. “But I’d really like to.”

Kinisimere looked into Brandon’s blue eyes and studied them carefully. It was almost as if she were reading into his soul to find out what was there. Her reading must have revealed good things, because after a minute or two, Kinisimere came up with a bright idea.

“Let the children stay here.” she said. “They’re having fun and they’re safe. Plus, I want to show you something...”

“Okay...”

She took him by the hand and dragged him away.

Another 20 minutes passed. Brandon kept his index finger linked with Kinisimere’s the whole time they walked. They’d travelled deep into the forest. Brandon still wasn’t sure where he was going, and didn’t really care. He was having a fine time admiring this Kinisimere’s body. She was like a darker-skinned Julianna. Her coffee colored skin was glowing from time spent out in the sun. She had long dark hair which flowed down to the small of her back. He couldn’t believe this beautiful woman didn’t have some African blood in her. It was tied together by a silk cloth at the very bottom, making her hair swing around like a pendulum.
Who care’s where I’m going?
He thought.
As long as I’m following that delightful ass.
He looked at her perfectly formed ass he tried not to think wicked things, but he was failing miserably. 

They had reached an opening in the forest which revealed twin waterfalls. “This is a sacred place.” she said. “My people have come here for spiritual cleansing for thousands of years. They say that if you swim in this water, you will see the future.” Kinisimere had a sad look in her face. Brandon asked her what was wrong...

“Developers have bought this land.” she said. “They are going to turn this entire place into a hotel. Just like the one you’re staying at… ”

Kinisimere shirked off her sadness and ran toward the water. She didn’t really ask for Brandon’s permission to dive in, she just plunged into the water with her clothes on.
Saucy…
Brandon thought. In his everyday life, he was constantly surrounded by ‘yes’ men who pandered to him in every way. It felt so refreshing to be around an independent woman who wasn’t selfish and destructive like Jeanette. When Kinisimere finally emerged from the water for air, she wiped her face and looked at Brandon expectantly.
Well.
Brandon thought.
She promised fun, and she delivered.
Brandon took a few paces back to get a running start, and he somersaulted into the water.

“Cold!” Brandon said, emerging from the water.

Brandon suddenly realized then and there, that he’d already spent far too much time in an office, and far too little time in places like this. Kinisimere swam up to him and held hands for a moment. It was the kind of pregnant pause which usually came before a big move: a kiss, a proposal, a wedding vow, however, neither one of them did anything. Brandon simply looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, and then she darted off toward the twin waterfalls. Brandon was now becoming aware of his carnal excitement. He took a brief moment to look down at his fast-growing cock. Before chasing after Kinisimere, Brandon quickly adjusted his member so avoid the embarrassment of a monster erection.

The waterfalls were no more than six feet apart from each other, yet one stream felt like a piping hot shower, and the other was cold as ice. Following Kinisimere’s instructions, Brandon stood underneath the hot one for a few moments while she stood under the cold. A few moments passed before they came together and hugged. Hugging Kinisimere seemed natural. The jig was up. Neither Brandon nor Kinisimere felt like putting on airs anymore. They were hot for each other. Those were the obvious facts. Now they were testing the waters -- both literally and figuratively.

The contrast of hot and cold water made their skin cling to each other, as if there were a light glue between them. He’d been deeply hypnotized by her apple bottom for more than an hour. Now, the cold water made Kinisimere’s brown nipples show prominently under her shirt and the contour of her breasts were also more visible. Kinisimere’s curvaceous buxom ignited a fire in Brandon’s loins. It was the same fire that he just tried to put out a few minutes earlier…

Kinisimere recognized the horny look in his eyes and said nothing. She simply removed her shirt and pants for Brandon to see. Standing before him, she perked her breasts forward and slowly swayed from left to right so that Brandon could get the full display. Considering her petite waist, Kinisimere had surprisingly large breasts. She placed one of Brandon’s hands on her breast, and he instantly grew weak in the knees. Kinisimere turned around so that Brandon enjoy a proper view of her ass. Upon seeing her bare flesh, Brandon’s cock was now throbbing and he certainly wanted to have this beauty, however there was still one problem.

Brandon thought of his wife. It was true that he didn’t love her, but he still felt obliged to remain faithful. This was his way. He was a man of principles. Kinisimere saw his hesitation, and she acted on his behalf. She reached into his pants, grabbed his cock and pulled it out. Upon seeing it, she was very impressed. Brandon couldn’t it be sure if it was because he was truly well endowed, or if the men of Fiji were notoriously small. He accepted her look of awe as a compliment anyhow.

Kinisimere plunged her tongue into Brandon’s mouth while gently tugging and stroking his cock. It was clear that the flames of desire were now blazing in both Brandon and Kinisimere. She wanted to have her pussy filled with his American cock. Kinisimere’s pussy was a naturally grown patch of pubic hair, totally devoid of ‘western’ shaving. Brandon placed a hand on her pussy and rubbed it a little. Then he opened her lips to see her pink flesh. If she had a scent, he couldn’t smell it. Perhaps it was because of the waterfall and nature’s strong fragrances. All the same, one look inside of her and he groaned from both desire and agony.

Brandon wanted to place his tongue on her clit and lick  to his heart’s content. Then, after he’d satisfied his thirst, he wanted to jackhammer this gorgeous maiden. Knowing how much Brandon wanted Kinisimere, a dark cloud of sadness came over him. He had just enough willpower left in him to stay faithful to his wife. No matter how selfish and arrogant Jeannette was, Brandon was still unwilling to betray his marital vows. At least not yet. Brandon pulled his tongue back from her mouth, and looked at her disappointedly…

“I’m sorry, Kinisimere.” he said. “I can’t do this. I’m married. Happily.”

Brandon finally mustered up the strength to use his words, albeit through gritted teeth. Kinisimere was visibly disappointed. Of course she was. She didn’t run into beautifully sculpted men like Brandon every single day. Kinisimere, however, didn’t protest. She forgot about the idea of sex as quickly as it came into her mind. She simply picked up her clothes and escorted Brandon back to the bar. Sex wasn’t such a big deal to her. She felt no need to possess Brandon. If he wanted it, he wanted it, and if he didn’t that was alright too.

Brandon regretted his choice but Kinisimere seemed as lighthearted as ever. She was humming, singing and even skipping along the way back to the bar. After a while, Kinisimere started chuckling to herself…

“What’s so funny?” Brandon asked.

“You’ll see.”

“What do you mean, ‘I’ll see’?”

“You’ll see that you’re wrong.”

“What am I wrong about?”

“You’re not happy. It’s just a matter of time before you see it.”

Brandon was too shocked to respond. Kinisimere was able to see his deep, dark secret as plain as day. That scared him.
Was it so obvious?
He thought.
If others can see my unhappiness, should I finally admit it to myself?
Admitting that he unhappy with his marriage would be both upsetting and relieving. Upsetting, because Brandon had just passed up an electrifying sexual experience for no good reason, and now he knew it. Relieving, because if he admitted that he couldn’t stand Jeanette, he could move on to the next step. What would that be? He wasn’t sure, but he had a vague image of chocolate in his mind. Hershey’s kisses. That made no sense… but he felt strongly that it was a clue.

It was already getting dark. The sun was now setting on his brief Fijian romance. When they finally got back to the bar, Brandon planted a firm wet kiss on Kinisimere’s cheek. The kids arrived seconds later. Brandon never saw Kinisimere again, but their brief encounter changed his life forever. He didn’t know it at the time, but the premonition that he’d have because of those twin waterfalls would lead him to his soulmate. Brandon would later buy one hundred thousand acres of raw forest surrounding the sacred twin waterfalls and keep it as a nature reserve, so that the developers wouldn’t turn it into a hotel. He named the park,
Kinisimere’s Nature Reserve.
Kinisimere lived a long life, and to her dying day, she thanked Brandon for his kind gesture.

* * *

While Brandon was searching for their son, Jeanette had returned to the empty condo. If Brandon wasn’t here, that meant she’d fucked up and he knew it. She paced up and down and scratched her head as she thought of her next move.
Okay.
She thought.
This is just a little damage control. Nothing I can’t fix.
Jeanette cleaned up the muddy footprints in the house and straightened the furniture. Then she sat on the front porch and rehearsed her excuse…