Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (6 page)

His cock hummed violently with sexual energy. It was the type of sexual charge which made of men clench his muscles involuntarily, lick his lips, and stare off into space with a detached expression of longing. Was he suddenly feeling horny, or was this more?  Brandon could of gone back to his bedroom to fuck his wife if he wanted, but he was sure that that would not satisfy the fire in his loins. Brandon had more than an itch which needed to be scratched.

He felt a pure, unadulterated desire for something that he could not see or describe. It was the type of irrational desire that made college girls drop out of school to follow rock stars across the country on tour. Perhaps it was the type of desire that made men sacrificed their lives so that their women would live. Or, maybe it was just good old-fashioned Cro-Magnon lust. Brandon’s cock had grown so erect that it ached. Any larger and it might burst. He observed the head of his cock. It was as thick and round as a fat strawberry. The veins crashed up the length of the shaft like bolts of lightning. A mouth wrapped around it would surely be able to feel the blood flowing in and out of it, like the ebb and flow of an ocean’s tide. Still unsure this was some weird side effect of the cryogenic chamber, Brandon decided that his little spa session was over.

Brandon proceeded to his normal morning ritual. A shave, a shower, a fresh shirt, shoes and tie, shined shoes, and finally a mug of espresso at the kitchen counter. Sure it was unconventional, but Brandon needed the kick to make it through the day running a multi-billion-dollar corp. Brandon enjoyed the blissful moments of silence in his house, before cleaners and porters and butlers arrived to do their various jobs and add a constant shuffle to the house which made relaxation less possible. A notification beeped on his phone. It was a reminder from his administrative assistant that the new au pair would be arriving in 30 minutes: Hershey Alexander.

Before Brandon could put away his phone and return to his moment of serenity, he heard high heels clanking against his marble floors and keys jiggling anxiously. A tenor shrill bounced off the walls and glided through the acoustic draft of the house all the way to Brandon, where they plucked his eardrums sharply. The voice irritated Brandon immensely. As it approached, it felt like an omen of bad things to come. It was Jeanette’s voice. Accompanying Jeanette’s voice was Jason’s. Brandon couldn’t hear the exact content of the discussion, but he had the vague sense that it wasn’t pleasant. As Jeanette turned the corner to enter the kitchen, how shrill voice suddenly transformed to a pleasant, doting, loving tone.

“Good morning, my love.”

Jason knew that Jeanette’s display was  strange. He noted the sudden change of tone as well.  Although he was too young to put it into words; he knew that this was not the natural voice of the heartless wench that gave birth to him. She was up to something. Brandon’s stomach almost turned after hearing  Jeanette’s words. It was obvious that she was angling for brownie points. Brandon at least appreciated her effort, so he didn’t rain on Jeanette’s parade.

“Good morning, Jin.” He said, trying to fake a smile.

Brandon took a full three-count before turning to his son and expressing genuine love in his voice.

“Hey, Jay. How are ya?”

“We’re going to the Carnival today.” said Jeanette.

“Is that so?” Brandon said, still gesturing to his son.

“Yes, absolutely! I’m going to take Jason on the merry-go-round and we’re going to get cotton candy, and we’re going to have a great-”

There was a sudden crash. While the adults were talking, Jason grew bored, and his attention was stolen by a colorful kitchen towel which was hanging from the counter. He grabbed it and pulled it, and it brought down a mug which was just a little too close to it. The mug crashed onto the floor and shattered into a few dozen pieces. The loud noise scared Jason, and he started to cry. Jeanette tried to pull Jason away from the broken shards of glass, but she yanked him by the arm just a little too violently. This only upset Jason more, and now he wanted to stay away from his mother at all costs. He pulled away from her, and ran underneath the table, where he hugged himself in a fetal position and rocked back and forth violently. Jeanette’s patience grew even thinner. He was scared. Too scared. Loud Noise. Angry mother. Touching. It was all too much for him.

“Son… Why don’t you get out from underneath that table?” Jeanette’s request came under gritted teeth. She was trying her absolute best maintain her Betty Crocker voice and not to hurl a few curse words at her little boy at the same time. Jeanette’s pleasant greeting tail-spinned into disaster so quickly that Brandon was still a bit shocked. Before he had time do or say anything, a strange woman suddenly appeared and, without saying hello or anything, she got on her hands and feet and crawled underneath the table.

She placed an arm around Jason and  synchronously rocked back and forth with him. This woman’s warmth and confidence instantly pervaded the room. She was such a natural, that neither Jeanette nor Brandon stopped her. In fact, as she gradually slowed down Jason’s compulsive rocking, she started singing to him, and her beautiful soothing voice shimmered through the table, chairs, floors and walls. When the harmonious vibrations reached Brandon and Jeanette, they could feel their heartstrings trembling in chorus.

When Jeanette felt the trembling in her chest, she suddenly felt nauseous. The folded up her arms and twisted her face up into a frown. She couldn’t have been more upset that this black baboon had just upstaged her.

When Brandon felt the trembling in his chest, the melody changed his life. He suddenly travelled deep into his psyche, to a place that he’d forgotten many years ago. When he arrived there, there was a young child crying in it: Brandon’s inner child. Upon hearing this woman’s beautiful voice, Brandon’s inner child stopped crying. And, for the first time in decades, he smiled. A tear welled up in Brandon’s eye, and he wiped it away before anyone could see.

Jason started feeling better, too. He was no longer rocking, and was calmer. He liked this woman. She was different from mommy. She understood. The woman crawled from underneath the table, then she gently took Jason’s hand and guided him out. Now, she looked at the adults in the room for the first time.

She said, “Hello, my name is Hershey.”

Jeanette slit her eyes and looked at Hershey with a colder, blacker grimace than usual. She could sense that Hershey had business in the house, and that she was supposed to be here, however she resisted every urge to sic the dogs on this black intruder and cry thief. When did dogs had chewed her flesh to the bone and there was nothing recognizable of her left, Jeanette would have told the police that it was self-defense.

Brandon caught a proper glimpse of this sepia toned vision before him the first time. Hershey’s eyes met his, and in that instance a chain reaction of emotions and feelings fired off in his body. He was awestruck by her sublime beauty, and the intricate depth which she radiated. In her brown eyes he could see that this woman had a depth of intelligence which was far greater than anyone else that he’d ever met.

Looking into her eyes, Brandon saw a woman who understood him. Of course, this was precisely what Jeanette already despised about Hershey. Jeanette thrived on smoke and mirrors, and she could instinctively see a nemesis who could threaten her calculated confusion. Hershey, however, hadn’t concerned herself with Jeanette yet. She was still occupied with getting to know Brandon, who she had just guessed was her boss. This whole manor felt completely bizarre to Hershey. Once she mentioned who she was, she had been let in and left to make her way to the Boulder’s, her bosses, without a lick of guidance.

Hershey’s face was perfectly symmetrical. Every freckle seemed to be placed with a divine intelligence. Her cheekbones protruded from her face like little mountains. Her eyes were large and full. They sat comfortably above her cheekbones, and Brandon was vaguely reminded of a portrait of Nubian princess that he’d once seen. The muscles underneath and around her eyes smiled with equal splendor.  She had dimples on each side of her face which cast that an illusion of a smile that was permanently crested on her face. Her lips were full and plush. Those were the lips that a man could kiss for hours without noticing the time pass by. Brandon couldn’t help but look at them and feel an animated sense of joy and delight. Simply looking at Hershey’s face made him want to dance and play.

Hershey’s hair draped down her back in a sequence of curly locks. She was tall and a little curvy. She wasn’t
fat
, but she looked nourished and healthy. Although they were only half exposed by a relatively modest skirt, her long flowing legs were her most prominent feature. Just like the lights at an automobile dealership make the cars look better, light shined on her exposed calves, adding a sparkling perfection to her chocolate brown skin. She stood with her chest puffed out in confidence; if she had placed her hands on her hips, she’d look like a black Wonder Woman. Brandon was too busy taking in all of the visual stimulation to notice her smell. That part was the last thing he noticed. She had the subtle fragrance of cocoa butter which sailed pleasantly through the air.

Once Brandon became conscious of her scent, he was triggered. His cock shot up rapidly, and banged his zipper. His dickhead smashed into the metal teeth so forcefully that Brandon casually placed a hand on his lap for fear that someone might see his cock bulging through his pants. Brandon realized that too many seconds had passed without saying anything. Since Brandon had a monstrous boner to hide, he didn’t get up from his barstool, but he extended his hand out to shake hers.

“Pleased to meet you, Hershey.” Brandon said while shaking her hand. “I take it you’re the new au pair? You’re already doing a fantastic job!”

“The new what?” Jeanette said irritably.

“Jin, Hershey’s going to taking care of Jason and teaching him.”

Jeanette stared at Hershey with as much animosity as could possibly muster while she let Brandon’s words sink in. Hershey looked at her calmly, with the faintest smirk on her face. Jeanette finally understood the gravity of her situation in that moment. It’s not that she wanted the responsibility of taking care of her son. Jason was merely a pawn in her game. If she played him correctly, she could manipulate Brandon anyway that she wanted. In essence: control Jason, and she controlled the billionaire. That was her in. If Brandon had a nanny on payroll, she couldn’t do that. Jeanette had long lost the power to control Brandon sexually if she couldn’t control his emotions vis-à-vis their child, then she truly had no power over him… and she refused to accept that.

“Oh, Brandon… That’s a great idea. Except that me and Jason were going to the carnival today. I guess we won’t be needing you very much today, Hershey.”

“Um… about that.” Brandon and Hershey said simultaneously.

They both looked at each other in delight and surprise when they realized how synchronized their wavelengths were. Being a perfect gentleman, Brandon allowed Hershey to speak first.

“Jason here needs lot of attention and individualized time. Taking him out for the day is a fantastic idea. Taking him to the carnival however, isn’t the best choice. A four year old autistic boy will become extremely wound up by all of the crowds and stimulation of a carnival. Thirty minutes in that environment and he’ll be miserable and exhausted. He’ll definitely have the worst day of his life. Why not head to the museum today to see the dinosaurs?”

“Dinosaurs!!!!!!!” Jason yelled gleefully. His eyes were as wide as dinnerplates.  Jeanette knew that if she said no to Hershey’s proposition that she be instantly demoted by Brandon, and she would be taking the orders from the help in no time. Taking orders from a black woman seemed backwards to Jeanette. She didn’t like the idea of following through on the museum idea. She’d be playing Hershey’s game and there’d be no brownie points to be earned from running someone else’s errand.

Jeanette also had to take into consideration the fact that Jason wanted to go to the museum now, and if she refused him, his fragile little ego would get shattered into a million pieces. This was the type of shit that made little boys grow up to hate their mothers. Jeanette didn’t want that. She
needed
Jason’s love to get what she wanted. Jeanette was on high alert to avoid giving Brandon any reason to see that she screwed up his kid. That was a sure way to fuck up her pension plan. Smooch, smooch, smooch. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Jeanette’s mission to control the wealth of the Boulder Empire was now on rocky terrain. She would have to kiss some serious ass to get back into the good of lord Brandon. Unlike with her Fijian fling with Vishal, Jeanette would get zero pleasure out of kissing Hershey’s ass. For the moment however, she had no choice…