His Big Reveal: An Interracial BWWM Billionaire Romance (BWWM Alpha Males) (20 page)

Chapter Four

“
This is my baby?” Alex asked softly.

“Yeah,” she said as a small smile formed on her lips. “I was waiting to tell you when it was the right time.”

“That’s why you’re so angry I missed our meet up,” he said walking over to her slowly. “I understand it now.”

Theresa pushed another jar into the cabinet. As she tried to continue putting away food, he placed a hand on hers. Alex’s hand went beneath her chin softly, but he made her look up at him.

“You know I’m going to be here for both of you. Right?”

“I guess,” she said as she tried to pull away.

“No,” he said firmly, “I AM going to be here.”

Alex pressed his lips to hers. Theresa found herself melting against him, her arms going around his neck. His hand lightly pressed against her belly, feeling the roundness that she’d hidden so well before.

The relief that flooded through Theresa was unexplainable. It felt good to have the pregnancy out in the open, better still to be in his arms. To know that he was so happy about the whole thing.

Alex’s eagerness filled both of them until his gentle kiss turned passionate and deep. He pulled her along to her bedroom before laying her back on the bed. His hands made quick work of getting rid of her clothes before his mouth began to roam her body.

Theresa gasped, the sound cutting through the silence. Alex pulled his shirt over his head, muscles rippling under his tanned skin. He wasted no time in running his fingers over every inch of her body as he slipped out of the rest of his clothes.

Every touch, every kiss made Theresa moan in delight. Her mouth opened, head tilted back she gasped as his tongue dove between her thighs to run over her wetness. Her thighs tightened, her hands ran through his hair as her moaning filled the room.

Alex wasted no time. He was slipping inside of her before she knew what was happening, the feeling enough to make her grip the covers of the bed. It had almost been six months since she’d had anyone inside of her and the feeling was sending her into overdrive.

The best part was the way that Alex gazed down at her. His dark, green eyes captivating her brown ones. She gasped as his thrusting went deeper, her body tensing as she felt him twitch and throb within her. Theresa cried out, the orgasm making her grip him a little tighter.

Alex took his time however. He teased her, played with her, but he didn’t stop until she was beyond satisfied. Once his orgasm subsided, he rolled over beside her, held her face as he kissed her deeply.

“Am I forgiven?” He asked.

“I think,” Theresa said with a laugh, “that you’re more than forgiven.”

“Good!” He leaned over, placed his head on her belly. “Did you hear that? I’m forgiven,” he said to the baby.

Theresa grinned. “He’s a boy.”

“A boy. This is perfect.”

Theresa laughed. Hearing the excitement in his voice made the past weeks feel silly. Of course he cared for her, he had told her as much in all of the letters that they’d exchanged. She ran a hand over his hair, sleepiness working its way over her sore body. Her eyes closed.

When she awoke, there was a distinct feeling that something was very wrong. She was surrounded by darkness, but the weight of Alex’s head resting somewhere on her body was gone. Theresa pushed herself up before she slipped  out of bed and put on a pink robe. She tried to reason with herself that he could be in the bathroom or the kitchen, but she barely believed her own reassurances.

There was a light on in the living room. She called out for Sonya as she turned the corner, but the woman didn’t answer back. Panic began to work its way up her throat as she stepped into the lit room.

Two men turned as she stepped into the room. They both wore masks. Theresa turned to try and run, but they were already grabbing her, pulling her out of the front door. The cold hurt her feet almost instantly.

“What’s going on?” She tried to shout, but the man on the right of her pushed a gun into her side. She stopped trying to ask questions.

There was a van in front of the house. It advertised a snow removal company. Theresa was almost positive that she’d seen the van when she got home too. As she was pushed into the back, she panicked. Where was Alex?

She shivered, drew her knees up against her chest the best she could as they drove away. Whoever they were, she thought, they were serious. The men both sat in the front of the van, a wire cage separating them from where she sat cowering in the back, trying to keep herself warm.

Theresa could think back to a time where she would have fought back. She wouldn’t have sat around, afraid and wondering where someone was to save her. Now, things were different. She ran a hand over her burgeoning belly. Everything was about her baby now and she’d do whatever it took to keep him safe.

They drove quickly, the constant slipping on the slippery roads making her stomach drop with every turn. It wasn’t long before they stopped in front of a large, grey building. It looked like it had once been apartments, but that had been a long time ago.

“Get out,” one of the men ordered.

“Don’t hurt me! I’m pregnant,” she said quickly.

“Move,” the man said again as if she hadn’t even spoken.

Theresa swallowed thickly before she moved from the van. The men both kept their guns on her as they moved inside, the snow making her feet hurt from the cold. One of the men gestured to a dirty mattress that rested in the corner. It was clearly where they’d been staying for a bit, empty food containers and water bottles littered the floor.

“Sit down. This will be over as soon as your boyfriend hands over the files that we need.”

“I don’t even know where he is!” She protested.

“He’ll be here,” one of the other men said evenly.

Theresa could hear an accent in both of their voices, but she couldn’t place it. She thought perhaps it was the fear that did that. She wrapped her arms around her knees. Her body trembled, but she wouldn’t let them see it. She didn’t understand why they thought Alex would just instinctively know where they were, but she wanted to go home.

They walked around nervously, the masks never leaving their faces. Every once in awhile, one would disappear down a hall before he came back.Theresa was freezing, she wanted to be back in the warmth and comfort of her bed. Just as she rested her face on her knees, she heard a sound.

It was quick, nearly silent. Theresa gazed up. When she did, Alex was slipping into the window, a finger pressed to his lips. He moved swiftly over to the solitary guard, his back to Alex as he looked down the hall after his partner.

Theresa watched Alex wrap her arm around his neck before he slapped a hand over the man’s mouth. The man’s eyes went wide, his hand began to slap at Alex’s arm as Alex began to squeeze harder. The man’s hand stopped moving as Alex led him down to the floor, where he left him in a heap.

“Are you okay?” Alex whispered when he ran over to her.

Theresa nodded quickly. “Yeah, but there’s one more too.”

“I know,” Alex said quickly. “I’ll be right back. If I don’t come back into this room in sixty seconds, here,” he said pressing keys into her hand. “This will get you out of here. The car is parked right behind the van.”

Theresa nodded, but she worried about him. He grabbed her shoulders, pressed a kiss against her lips before he walked out of the room, determination in his eyes. Nervousness flooded through Theresa’s stomach as she counted carefully. Her heart sank with every second that passed and Alex hadn’t returned. Just as she started to peek out of the door, he came around the corner.

“Let’s go,” he said simply, but his breathing was heavy.

“Are you okay?”

“Hurry,” he panted before she slipped out of the room behind her.

The long walk down the corridors seemed even longer now. They waited when he held up a hand, but moved once more when everything remained silent. Theresa could just make out a spot of red on his hand, slipping through his fingers.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered frantically, quickly forgetting about the pain in her feet.

“I’ll be okay. We need to get to the car. Those two weren’t alone.”

“How do you know?” She whispered back.

“I just know,” he grunted.

Theresa stopped asking him questions. They made their way to a heavily graffitied door before they pushed their way outside. No sooner had the door opened, they heard the sound of footsteps coming after them.

Alex pulled her along a little faster. When they reached the doors they slipped in without hesitation as Alex started the engine. It sputtered, choked, then came to life with a furious roar. He peeled out as more men poured out of the building, the guns they carried seemingly illuminated by the headlights.

“Alex…,” Theresa said nervously.

“I got it,” he said as he stomped on the gas.

The car leapt forward, throwing up torrents of snow on either side of the vehicle. Theresa’s heart was pounding against her chest rapidly. She pressed a hand to her chest to try to calm down. Once they were a little bit away from the place, Theresa turned to Alex.

“What if they follow us?”

The man smiled. “Trust me. After what I did to that van, they won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

Both of them laughed, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins. Alex blasted the heat as Theresa wiggled her toes. The sensation came back slowly making her grateful that they weren't hurt worse.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Theresa asked Alex.

The man shook his head. “Nope, that’s why we’re here. Come one.” A man walked out of the hospital. “She’s pregnant. I’ve been stabbed.” He said slowly. “Look at her first though.”

Theresa felt panic coming back full force. She was pulled away from Alex so that they could be examined. All she wanted to do was stay with him. Instead, she was examined and made to wait nervously. Finally, once they determined that she and the baby were okay, they let her go and see him.

~

When she pushed back the curtain, Alex sat up in bed, smiling. He had bandages around his stomach and upper right thigh, but besides that he was grinning. She wrapped her arms around him, careful not to hurt him.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said tears running down her face.

“I told you that I’d be fine,” he said as he wiped her cheeks, “I’m glad you and Alex Jr. are okay.

He kissed her forehead before he placed a kiss to her belly. Alex patted the bed beside him and she crawled up next to him. Their fingers interlocked before Theresa sighed. She closed her eyes. It had been an adventure.

The End
 

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“I hate this city,” Rory Lane pouted after reading the letter her landlord had sent. Her business
Rory Lane Designs
, was located in the heart of Rainbow Cove. She sold unique, handcrafted jewelry made from precious stones and gems. She did decent business, especially when all the tourists came to check out the famed caves and coves, but not as well as she needed to. But now her already ridiculously high rent on her store was almost doubling.

It was bad enough she was living above the store to save money but there was no way she could pay nearly eight grand a month in rent and still afford to eat, pay utilities and raw materials for her designs. She was truly screwed. Rory’s shoulders sagged in defeat. She wasn’t ready to give up on her dream of becoming a well-known jewelry designer and she was damn good at it. The pieces that
had
sold were well received and often lead to repeat business. She just needed a bigger customer base.

Rainbow Cove was a small town in California, famed for the reflective rainbow lights inside many of the small nooks and coves along the coast. The town attracted more than its fair share of hippies, mystics, wealthy vacationers and teenage girls, which is why Rory couldn’t understand why she wasn’t pulling in more business. Her best friend Jackson said her prices were too high, but handcrafted jewelry wasn’t the same as the cheap mall crap that turned green after a few days. She used quality materials—real precious and semi-precious stones and gems—and made every piece herself. The price reflected the quality and rarity of the materials. She would not lower her prices, she would find a way to survive.

She groaned and padded to the fridge in search of something to calm her nerves. She grabbed a beer and that stupid damn pesky brown envelope called to her from the pile of mail on her pitiful excuse for a dining table. That brown envelope held the solution to all of her current problems, if she were about six years older. Yep her dear old parents had screwed her good and proper with their will.

Three years ago Victor and Rene Lane died when their private plane went down in a storm somewhere over the Bahamas. They left everything in their considerable estate to their only child, Rory, but with some heavy duty strings attached. She would have outright and total control of everything on her 35
th
birthday, but at 29 that felt like it was eons away and it wouldn’t help her today. Unless she up and got married.
Yeah that’s never gonna happen,
she scoffed at the thought.

Rory had problems not just getting dates, but keeping a boyfriend once she got one. She of course blamed her curves. How could she not when every single boyfriend—all three of them—had tried to help her lose weight and when that had failed, left for a thinner prettier version of herself. To say she had confidence issues would be an understatement. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to lose weight, she had, but she was curvy by nature and her short stature didn’t lend itself to that long lean look guys seemed to favor.

She was doomed to be short and full figured for the rest of her life and she was, mostly, okay with that now. She’d lost all the weight her body was capable of losing and still she exercised regularly, not that it did her any good. So yeah, getting married was pretty much not an option.

“I guess I’d better start packing,” she decided with a heavy sigh. She would be homeless since she lived above
Rory Lane Designs
. “Yeah screw my life,” she said and smacked that mocking letter with the legal letterhead to the ground.

~

“So what are you feeding me tonight?” Rory sat at the bench and watched her best friend, Jackson Bennett, chop up tons of vegetables some of which she didn’t even recognize. He invited her to taste test his newest creations for the summer menu at his upscale diner,
Eats Aplenty
. Jackson was an amazing chef and had turned dozens of offers to be an executive chef at famous restaurants in Los Angeles, Seattle and San Francisco but he’d turned them down to do it on his own. She admired that about him. Well he was ridiculously good looking, cooked like a dream and he was a man of honor.

Jackson gave her that smile she called the panty dropper because over the years she’d witnessed more girls than she could count melt under the pressure of that smile. “You don’t worry about
what
they are, just tell me how they taste.”

“Oh come on Jacks, you’re not going to tell me?”

He shook his head, “Because I know you Rory and you’ll prejudge the foods you
think
you don’t like.”

She sat back with a
humph
even though she knew it was true. “Fine. Chop chop
mon petite
chef, mama’s getting hungry!” She sipped the drink he poured for her and moaned. “Oh that’s good. What is it?”

There went that panty dropper smile again. “That is a lychee-tini. Drink up.”

She sighed heavily about a half dozen times before Jackson put down his knife and waved at her. “Lay it on me sweetheart. Tell me what’s so bad that you’re about to blow all my veggies on the floor?”

“I-I,” she started and stopped several times. “I’m thinking about signing up for a matchmaking service.”

His brows lifted in shock. “What, like online dating? Why?”

“No
not
like online dating. A matchmaker will prescreen men before I meet them and I’ll only meet the ones who meet my…criteria.”

“Why would you do that Ro, you’re beautiful. Just go out and find a man on your own.” He started chopping again, completely oblivious to the evil glare directed at him. “What?”

“Of course you would say that,” she shook her head. “You’re gorgeous, single and rarely sleep alone. It’s not so easy for us mere mortals, Jacks.” She tossed back the second half of her drink and motioned for another. “Anyway this way, the guy will know what I look like before he decides and I’ll only meet with the ones who’ve seen me.” If she thought signing up for a matchmaker was embarrassing, telling Jacks was worse.

“What’s the hurry Rory, you’re still young. Wait until your looks start to fade then find a husband.”

“That ship has sailed,” she mumbled. She shook off the pity party and ignored the pity she would see in Jackson’s gaze instead focused on her newly refilled drink. “Anyway I’ve already signed up for one service so I should find someone any day now.”

“Why? I know this is more than you just woke up and decided you wanted to catch a husband.”

“My store. It’s failing and my landlord practically doubled my rent. If I don’t get money from somewhere I’m going to lose it all.”

“You’re thinking of that damned inheritance aren’t you?” Jackson shook his head. He wished her parents were still alive so he could kill them for putting those ridiculous stipulations in their will. “Please don’t do this Rory, it’s not worth it.”

“That’s easy for you to say Rory, your business is booming and if you were in my position you’d have to hold auditions to pick a wife. I have to find a professional,” she slumped in her seat and finished off her second drink. “Plus I’ll have to use up all my savings to get an apartment if I don’t. So this is literally my only hope.”

“I’ll do it,” he said and continued to chop bok choy.

“What? No Jacks I can’t ask you to do that.”

A sexy slow grin kicked up one side of his face. “You didn’t ask, I’m offering.”

She looked at Jackson for a long time, took in his too handsome features and imagined him as her husband. He was much too good looking and sure, there was a time she thought they could be more but of course he wasn’t interested and he’d become her best friend. But she really needed this and it would be better him than a stranger.
Unless you were dumb enough to fall for him
. She would do her best to avoid falling in love with her best friend and if she did, well she’d deal with that after
Rory Lane Designs
was out of danger. “Okay Jackson, but I’m going to pay you.”

He shook his head and pointed his knife at her. “No, you won’t. You’re my best girl, of course I’ll help.”

“Nope sorry. A hundred grand a year for two years and that’s final.”

He looked up with a smile that was more powerful than the panty dropper. “Then I guess we’re getting married!”