Her White Soldier Boy: A BWWM Romance
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Her White Soldier Boy
A BWWM Romance
Tyla Walker
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Contents
Also by Tyla Walker
Description
Author’s Note
1. Tessa
2. Tessa
3. Alex
4. Alex
5. Alex
6. Tessa
7. Alex
8. Tessa
9. Tessa
10. Alex
11. Alex
12. Alex
13. Alex
14. Tessa
15. Tessa
16. Alex
17. Alex
18. Tessa
19. Tessa
20. Alex
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Description
Tessa’s eyes can’t help but notice her tasty drill sergeant.
He’s her boss. And they’re spending a lot of time in close quarters. But something’s not right.
He white boy boss shouldn’t have her this thrown.
But he’s hot. He’s in charge. She wants to listen to every order he barks at her. I mean, after all… if they get away with a secret little fling, that should be fine, right?
Wrong.
What started out as fooling around may make a fool outta Tessa if her drill sergeant, Alex, breaks her heart. What should she choose? The power and promise of her future goals? Or the thrilling beat of her own heart?
Find out what happens in this sizzling BWWM romance!
Author’s Note
Hey Fam!
If you read some of my other stories - like in The Billionaire President’s Love Bunny - you know that I sometimes I want to write about one thing. Say politics. Without getting into the heavy deep of it all. Like getting political.
This story is like that. It deals with a strong black woman who joined the military, and her drill sergeant/boss. Now, it isn’t one hundred percent without me taking some creative license, but I hope you’ll enjoy the story - it’s in its own little world, just like Love Bunny was.
Happy Reading!
Tyla
One
Tessa
Am I ready?
I'm standing outside of the institution I once called home. It's only been three days since I graduated from the Academy, and now, I'm back.
The administration rang me yesterday to tell me my results were up, and I can drop by the office to check if I passed the Special Forces Exam.
Who would've imagined I'd reach this far? I chuckle at the thought. It's certainly a miracle how my life turned out.
A few years ago, I was skin and bones with frequent bruises… not at my best or in my best shape. Now, I’m molded into a soldier. When I decided to take the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery test, they told me I'd best fit as a medical sergeant.
I was surprised, and couldn't believe my luck at that time. The medics are the first response team and trauma medical technicians in the Army and that seemed to fit right into where one positive path of my life could take me.
Like, I guess that's what I get for growing up with a dead-beat father who fed me his fist for breakfast and a mother who loved using me as an ashtray... You learn how to survive.
It takes one to know one.
I have an uncanny connection to traumas.
My life coulda turned out so differently but I didn’t want to take that path. God’s plan couldn’t be for me to struggle like that. Naw, I was going to do better. I wanted to help others, not just perpetuate bad stuff.
"You ready, Tes?" I blink my eyes, my trip down memory lane shattered.
It's John Stanley beside me. He used to be just a stranger in my life, but now I owe him my life.
John Stanley is my saving grace. He managed to reach me just in time before my half-dead body starved to death after being hidden in the basement.
He's a war veteran and one of the toughest in the Army, but he's also one of the gentlest men I know. He's the only father figure I looked up to, and I remember swearing to be just like him when I grew up.
When I was eighteen, I legally changed my last name to Stanley and applied for the Academy. I was a scholar and graduated at the top of my class, just like him. That’s my role model, there, and I don’t ever want to let him down.
"As I'll ever be," I breathe.
"You got this," John reassured me. He kisses my forehead and gives me a comforting hug. He was the only family I've ever known.
"I'm proud of you, kid. I always am," John murmurs as he pats my head.
He jogs back to his car, and I watch him drive away. He had to attend a seminar so he can't wait for me. I told him it's okay, I could hail a cab anyway.
I breathe deeply as I walk up the stairs. When I enter the hall, the smell of nostalgia hits me. Everyone's still on a break, so the rooms are empty.
But as I waltz past the empty rooms, I seem to hear every laughter I shared with my classmates. I remember the hidden tears, sweat, and blood that molded me into who I am now.
I turn right, and I'm in front of the headmasters' office. I knock on the door, and as the door opens, I'm greeted by Susan. She's the headmasters' secretary.
"Tessa!" she exclaims. "Oh, honey, it's so good to see you."
Susan and I exchange hugs, and I enter the room.
"Oh, I didn't know you were still here, Susan," I tell her as she pushes me inside.
"The staff break starts tomorrow, dear. We still have loads to finish here at the office. You know Mr. Jackson, he wants things done before he can sleep soundly at night." We laugh in agreement.
The inner door opens, and Mr. Jackson himself steps out of his office.
"Right in here, Ms. Stanley."
I follow him.
When the door closes, and it's just the two of us, I become tense. I salute the headmaster, but he waves me off.
"No need for formalities. Let's just have a casual conversation. Go sit down," Mr. Jackson sits on his plush chair, and I slowly sit on the couch in front of him.
"Before we formally begin, I'd like to congratulate our top dog. The Academy is proud to produce a stellar student like you," Mr. Jackson clasps his
hands together, but his straight face makes it hard to be excited.
He's so serious.
"Thank you, sir," I reply formally. "It truly is an honor."
"Now, I know you're here for the results, and I'm proud to say you passed your Special Forces Assessment and Selection Program. You finished all your courses under Special Forces with flying colors. You are the cream of the crop in your class. It's not a surprise." Mr. Jackson's rarely seen smile appears.
“Oh, shit,” I swear.
"What, Ms. Stanley?" Mr. Jackson raises his brow at me. Oh, my goodness, swearing is a taboo here. It looks like I blurted it out when I thought it was just in my mind.
I’m embarrassed. I apologize to the headmaster.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I don't mean to."
"It's alright. You get a free pass for today," Mr. Jackson forgives me. I heave a sigh of relief. I was scared he'll punish me.
"Now, you've passed the assessment, you only need to pass for the qualification course. It might take a while, so the Academy has given you an opportunity to shadow your superior. Think of it as a treat for your success," Mr. Jackson explains to me.
Oh, wow! I'm holding the edge of my seat to keep quiet.
"It's like an internship program," Mr. Jackson adds. I'm ecstatic. I never thought I'd have this chance — to shadow a superior officer and act as if I'm just like them. I think of all the possible sergeants and military officers I could shadow.
"Now, I believe you're familiar with Alex Dean. He's your commanding officer after all," another surprise from Mr. Jackson.
Wait, WHAT?
"E-excuse me?" I blink at him.
"I expected you'd be thrilled at the opportunity to shadow your mentor?"
"Oh, I'm happy. I'm just a little surprised, that's all," I'm trying to be calm, but I feel like my heart's ready to jump out of its rib cage.
"You'll shadow him starting next week. Drop by the headquarters and meet us there," Mr. Jackson instructs me.
"Thank you, really. This is such a treat, an opportunity that I wouldn't want to miss. I won't let you down, sir," I reply earnestly.
Mr. Jackson looks me in the eyes, as if to warm me and says in a stern voice, "Make me proud."
I salute, then, I left the room. My knees are actually quaking. Alex Dean...
I calm myself, then, I say my goodbyes to Susan as I exit the office.
Just as I'm about to leave, my commanding officer appears in front of me. Alex Dean himself. He's been our commander since I started. He made sure to give me hell each year.
It's the first time I'm seeing him without his uniform. But still, he's very handsome.
The man of the hour... or the right word would be... the man of my dreams? I laugh inwardly.
Girls at the Academy would fawn over him every time he had made us do drills. He's highly respected and adored by everyone.
"I see you've heard the news," he tells me.
I motion myself to salute, but he touches my hand and lightly pushes it down. A slight shiver travels from my hand to my entire body.
"I'm not your officer for today, I'm off duty. Don't be so formal," Alex says to me.
"Hello?" I awkwardly greet. I don't know how to address Alex out of uniform. I feel like it's a sin not greeting him formally.
"I think congratulations are in order," Alex smiles at me. "A job well done, Ms. Stanley. You make me proud."
"Thank you," I beam. This is a rare compliment coming from Alex.
"You've come really far from that skinny girl that can't even lift a box properly."
Alex looks differently at me, and I can't explain it. But he's making my heart race.
A compliment from Alex makes me happy. I've done my best in a department dominated by men. I've beaten my male counterparts, and raise the women's flag in the military. And do it as a black woman that not everyone just thinks of as angry. I’m not an angry black woman, I’m a strong black woman, and the world needs more of that. God wouldn’t have given me this strength if He didn’t want me to use it.
I guess I'm born to be a survivor. And to survive to be the top at that. I've beaten the system, and I've beaten men in the military as well.
I'm uncomfortable with him like this.
"I –uh, I guess I'll go ahead first," I blurt out before I say anything wrong.
"Alright, I guess I held you down for quite a bit," Alex smiles at me. I wave at him.
"I'll see you soon, Tes," Alex says when I'm a few steps away. I turn to him, but he's no longer there.
I'm not sure if I'm excited or scared about what was in store for me.
Two
Tessa
It's only been two days since I've started shadowing Alex, but I've already learned a lot of interesting things about him. It's not anything deep or personal. He's actually a pretty private person.
Alex has his own office and keeps to himself most of the time. He only mingled when necessary, and when he means business. He's cool, calm, and collected.
Since Alex is one of the highest-ranking sergeants, he's well respected. Everyone tiptoed around him, careful not to anger or offend him.
But outside of the headquarters, Alex smiles a lot. He greets everyone, and he'd even hold a lost kitten on the street before getting in his car.
He's an oddball, I guess?
Alex has this switch between his personal and professional life. He compartmentalizes perfectly.
I like what I'm seeing.
If only I know him as Commanding Officer Dean and not civilian Alex. He intrigues me, and it made me more interested in him.
"What are you staring at? Is there something you need, Stanley?" Alex asks me.
I snap out of my trance, and my vision focuses on his face staring at me in confusion.
"Oh, sorry. I just got lost in thought," I reply to Alex. I can't tell him I'm thinking about him.
"We'll get lost in work instead," Alex replies curtly.
I grimace inside; he can be cutting at times.
"Wow, okay! Don't so be rough on me," I blurt out before I could stop myself.
"Oh, trust me, Stanley. You haven't seen rough yet," Alex says to me, close to my ears, and I shiver. I try to catch his eyes, but he already has his gaze back on the computer.
Was that a double entendre? Or am I just putting too much meaning into this?
"I don't know about that. I've been with you for a few years already," I reply to Alex, testing the waters. Yes, I have shadowed him just two days, but his constant presence as a superior soldier, a boss here, hoo, that’s hard to miss!
"You haven't been with me. Not in the way I want you to be," Alex whispers, and I can just barely catch the words. And the words he said, lawdy!
"I'm sorry?" What did I just hear? Is that what I think it is?
Before I even had the chance to recover, one of the sergeants comes in and hands him a folder.
"This is one of the cases we're currently working on. And these are the new recruits — fresh meat. After the break, you're assigned to oversee them," the sergeant says.
I thought I'm going to shadow Alex on a civilian case?
Do I have to go with him when he trains the new batches? I flinch as I imagine it. There will be women there too, and they're going to be eager to get in their Commanding Officer's pants.
Sometimes I wish I was a civilian.
If I was a civilian, I'd probably meet Alex in a café or somewhere else. We'd have a friendly chat over literature, or maybe politics?
We'd joke about how unlucky a lady would be to date someone from the army because he'd always be far. And he'll respond by saying that I'm not far because I'm just in his heart.
Maybe then, I'd actually get the chance to sleep with him? I wonder what he likes in bed? I sigh.
"Are you bored, Stanley?" Alex asks me as he gazes at me. I freeze at the sound of his voice.
"No, sir. Just thinking about something again," I reply to him.
"Oh, do pray-tell, what's on
your mind?" Alex sounds a little menacing. As if taunting me to spill the sexual thoughts I just had of him.
I can't tell him anything!
I gulp, but I'm also good at keeping a straight face to save myself from embarrassment.
"Just trying to figure you out," I answer him honestly.
"Oh, have you already?" Alex smiles at me like a predator. It makes me feel weak.
"Oh, I –um," I start to stutter. What do I say?
"It's fine. You may be at ease," Alex gently says at me as he moves closer towards me.