Falling For A Black Billionaire 2

by Bianca

  He must have the nose of a basset hound because she changed clothes. Well, I was kissing all over her. Maybe she had the clothes in the house somewhere. Anyways, that’s not my business.

  “No, don’t open your mouth to say anything. I know his cologne. Just promise me that you’ll never sleep with him again.”

  “Alton—”

  “Say yes.”

  “Yes—”

  That was all I needed to hear. I couldn’t believe that she agreed to that stupid shit. Here I was, getting ready to decide between her and Jasmine, and she chose an already married man over me. I hung up the phone and sped through the gates of my home. Lawrynn had life all the way messed up. I parked my car behind Jasmine’s, and I got out, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to smell her on my clothes.

  When I walked into the house, Jasmine was sitting in the kitchen reading and drinking a glass of red wine.

  “Hey babe,” I spoke to her. “What’s going on? How was your day?”

  “Not as eventful as yours, I heard,” she said.

  Nervously, I asked, “What are you talking about?”

  “Tiffany is my cousin, Trev. She heard you. You can’t deny it. Imagine my surprise when I call her to talk about my wedding to you, and she tells me that you were in her boss’s office having sex with her. She heard Lawrynn moaning and even heard you growling. You barely even lip bite with me, and…” she paused. “What is this thing with you and her?”

  “It’s over with now, Jasmine. It’s just you and me. You can plan the wedding,” I told her, but I didn’t really feel what I was saying. It just didn’t feel right to me, but her eyes lit up, which prompted me to give her a small smile.

  “For real? So, what about her? Is she going to come back wanting more of you?” Jasmine stood and asked.

  She sauntered over to me and stood directly in front of me and started gripping my rod. I closed my eyes as he started growing down my thigh.

  “She’s not going to want more of me, Jas,” I whispered. “It’s just you and me.”

  “Promise?”

  “I… I promise.”

  Jasmine and I walked upstairs to my bathroom, and she turned on the shower. Hopefully, I’d able to pull some moans from somewhere, because I knew that we were getting ready to have sex. She was going to try and prove that she was better than Lawrynn, but it was no competition.

  Lord, please keep Lawrynn off my damn mind.

  Two weeks later.

  “PREGNANT!” I shouted in Dr. Owens’ face, and then lowered my voice. “Doc, how am I pregnant? That’s just not possible,” I told her.

  “How is it not possible? I’m looking at the blood work right here,” Dr. Owens queried. “I mean, I can have the nurses run your urinalysis again, and take more blood, but I’m sure this is the truth.”

  “I have not been having unprotected sex, Doc. Both of my partners in the last few weeks have been wearing condoms. Pre-ejaculate has not gotten inside of me, so there is no way. Condoms have come out of me intact. Maybe my test results got mixed up with someone else’s. So, could you just please check again?” I stressed.

  “Yes ma’am, Lawrynn. I’ll check again. I’ll even run the tests myself,” she assured me before leaving the room.

  When the doctor left the room, I started rubbing my temples because I was frustrated. There was no way that I could be pregnant. Seriously. I didn’t come here to leave with a baby in my stomach. What the hell was I going to do with a baby?

  “I just came here to make sure my tests were okay from having that one-night stand with… oh my God! No! NO! NO!” I spoke aloud as if I wasn’t the only person in the room.

  My mouth started getting wet as if I was getting ready to lose my lunch. It seemed like the room had started spinning. There was no way that I could be pregnant with Trevor’s kid. Maybe Alton’s condom broke the next night. I would much rather be pregnant from Alton than that arrogant troll Trevor. I hadn’t spoken to either one of them in two weeks, and I hadn’t even tried to contact either one of them. The last time I talked to Trevor was the day he barged into my office and we had sex. Well, I did tell him that it was my last time having sex with him, so maybe that’s why he decided to leave me alone. I couldn’t be happier because his little girlfriend had been all on social media talking about the wedding of the year that was coming up in a few months. Don’t get me wrong, I felt a way because he said that she bought her own ring and that he wasn’t engaged, but here she was, flaunting her ring. Of course, she added me as a friend on social media, and I accepted because I already knew she wanted to snoop, and I was going to let her.

  I hadn’t talked to Alton since he showed up at my home the very same day that Trevor had shown up at my office. He was telling me that he missed me and that he could get me pregnant and some more mess that he said he talked to his wife about. I wasn’t worried about any of that because I was not going to get myself hurt by fooling with a man who was married. Alton had the means to take care of me but being a second girlfriend or mistress or whatever, was not in my ministry. He didn’t even get mad when he smelled Trevor on the clothes that I was getting ready to put in the washing machine. I promised him that I would never sleep with Trevor again, because I wasn’t. He had a woman, but I also let him know that I didn’t want any part of his mess either. He left my house, and I hadn’t seen or spoken to him since. I preferred it that way, even though I kind of missed him a little.

  Twenty minutes later, Dr. Owens came back into the room with my file in her hands. She had a smile on her face and handed me some paperwork. I looked at it and studied it as if I knew what I was looking at.

  “What am I looking at?” I asked her.

  “You are looking at your HCG levels, Lawrynn, and it’s saying that you are pregnant. I even tested it twice. Your HCG levels are saying that you are approaching six weeks in your pregnancy,” she said excitedly, but I wasn’t.

  Before she could say anything else, I cut off her excitement by asking, “How long before it’s unsafe to terminate?”

  “I mean, you are still in your first trimester, so a termination for you would be easy, but—”

  I held my hand up to cut her off. I didn’t want to hear her judgment or her sad stories about people wanting to be parents or adoption. I was getting rid of this pregnancy. Most people would probably call me crazy for getting rid of a billionaire’s baby, but I didn’t give a damn about Trevor’s money. Being tied to him for the next eighteen years sounded like torture, especially with him getting married. I didn’t want any parts of it.

  “Thank you, Doc,” I said, getting ready to hop off the table.

  “Can I at least do an ultrasound on you? They are going to do one at the abortion clinic anyway,” she said.

  “Okay, whatever,” I said and laid back.

  Thirty minutes later, I was walking out of the clinic with two copies of an ultrasound and information on abortions, adoptions, and becoming a parent. As soon as I walked into my office, there was a woman bent over Tiffany’s desk, showing off almost everything God blessed her with. When she raised up, I saw that it was Jasmine. I sighed because I didn’t have time for drama.

  “Oh, Lawrynn, Jasmine is here to see you,” Tiffany said and smiled.

  I looked from Tiffany to Jasmine back to Tiffany and let out a sigh.

  “I only have two minutes. Please talk quickly,” I said and started down the hall to my office.

  As soon as I was in my office, I sat my bag down and sat behind my desk, and Jasmine stood there in front of my desk with her hands on her hips.

  “Your time is winding down,” I said.

  She went in her bag and pulled out my thongs. The ones that Trevor kept from our rump session in my office. “I just came to give you these. I knew they were yours because they are a size eight, and I wear a size three.” She tried to take a dig at my weight because I was a little bigger than her, but her man liked it.

  She made sure to hand them to me with her left hand, so she cou
ld show off her ring that she bought herself. I could have easily put her out, but I didn’t. She was going to get exactly what she came here for; petty shit.

  “Thank you, Jasmine. I was looking for these. Did you happen to see my other pair? Black. Lace. I have been trying to get them back as well. Those are a size eight as well,” I said and stood up.

  “Please, you’re just trying to get under my skin. There is no way that he slept with you twice. You’re not his type,” she huffed.

  “You’re right about one thing; he didn’t sleep with me twice. It was thrice. Now, when you find my other pair of panties, please bring them to me as well. Your two minutes are up. Leave and take your cousin with you and tell her I’ll send her last check in the mail. Good day, Jasmine.”

  I could have easily thrown my pregnancy in her face, but I was getting rid of it, and this was exactly why I was getting rid of it. I didn’t want nor need this type of drama in my life. She stood there for a few moments before turning and stomping out of my office.

  She left my door wide open, so I could see her walking down the hall. She told Tiffany what I said and left out of the door. My office phone rang and I automatically knew that it was Tiffany, getting ready to try and explain to me why she needed this job, but my patience level was already low.

  “Yes, Tiffany, I no longer need your services. I don’t want to know your relationship to Jasmine, nor do I care, but one thing I don’t tolerate is drama in my life. So, your services are no longer needed. Have a good day,” I said and hung up the phone.

  I watched as Tiffany walked out of my door and slammed it. I needed a damn drink so bad. I sent a text to the group chat with Russ and Kriss.

  Me: 911 Emergency. Que’s Sandwich shop! 911!!!! 911!!!! 911!!!

  The last time I called an emergency meeting was when I was having a crisis in college about this boy I used to date, so I knew they would be there. I hardly ever called emergency meetings.

  Kriss: Already in town. Ten minutes away.

  Russ: Same. Ten minutes out.

  It was going to take me ten minutes to get there as well, so I had to leave right now to get there the same time as them. I locked my office and headed there. As I pulled up and parked, I saw Tony, Kriss’s driver and security, helping her out the back seat of their truck, and Russ had just stepped out of his new jeep. He had on some dirty ass clothes, so he had to have been in the field today instead of in his office.

  “Hey guys!” I hugged them both before walking in the sandwich shop.

  We sat at our favorite table and gave the menus right back to the waitress because we got the same thing every time. We had been coming here since we were in college.

  “Soooooo, what was the 911 for?” Russ asked, getting right to the point.

  I went into my purse and pulled out the ultrasounds and pushed them across the table to them.

  “Before y’all say anything, I’m getting rid of it. I don’t want it, and there is nothing either of you can say to convince me to keep it,” I said.

  “I mean… you’ve been very active these last few weeks, so who are you pregnant from? Alton or Trevor?” Russ asked.

  “Dr. Owens said that I am approaching six weeks. Which means that I am pregnant from Trevor. I mean, Alton and I had sex too, but he wrapped it up. Kriss, did you see Trevor put on a condom in the elevator?” I asked her, as she continued to stare at the ultrasound.

  “Kriss?” I called her name.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what? Yes, you saw him put on a condom, or are you answering me calling your name.”

  “I think you should keep it. This baby could be good for both you and Trevor,” she said.

  “Huh?” Both me and Russ asked at the same time. “How so? He’s about to get married to a bird, might I add. She came to my office today to bring me the panties that Trevor took off me at my office a couple of weeks ago.”

  “Wait a minute. A couple of weeks ago?” Russ asked. “Kriss, did you know this?”

  “No, I didn’t,” she huffed. “You don’t tell us anything anymore, Lawrynn,” Kriss continued.

  “What are you talking about? I don’t tell y’all about one thing and all of a sudden, I don’t tell y’all anything anymore. So, do y’all agree with me getting rid of it?”

  “No,” both Russ and Kriss said at the same time. “I think that you should at least talk to Trevor about it. Lawrynn, I know you want to be a mom. Being parents is all we talked about. We were supposed to get pregnant at the same time.”

  “I agree with Kriss, Law. That’s all y’all used to talk about back in college. Getting pregnant at the same time and raising y’all kids together, and y’all just happened to snag billionaires. I don’t see the problem.” Russ shrugged.

  “Trevor is arrogant. Trevor is an idiot. Someone I don’t want to be tied to for the rest of my life, so there’s that.”

  “Technically, with Spence and me being married… listen, just talk to him. That’s all I can ask you to do. If you still feel the same after talking to him, then I’ll go with you to the abortion clinic,” Kriss said.

  I shrugged. “Okay, I’m going to talk to him, but I’m sure with him getting married, he’s not going to want it. So, I’ll stop by his office, and I’ll text y’all and let you know what happened.”

  I took my ultrasounds away from them and put them back in my purse. We had lunch and caught each other up on our lives.

  Two hours later.

  Kriss had given me the code to get on the tenth floor of Ground-Up, and I was shaking as if I had hyperthermia. I hadn’t been this nervous about anything since I took the bar exam for my license. When I got on the top floor, there wasn’t anyone at the front desk, so I went to the office that had his name on the outside of the door. Instead of knocking, I pushed the door opened, and my eyes grew wide. Trevor had Jasmine bent over his desk power driving her from behind. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the pair. I didn’t even blink until Trevor had called my name.”

  “Lawrynn—” he started, and Jasmine looked up at me and smirked.

  “Wow! Oh my God! I should have knocked!” I said and rushed out of his office.

  I rushed to the elevator and pushed the button several times, but it was taking forever. I had just gotten off this thing not even two minutes ago, so I didn’t understand why it was taking forever to get back to the top. As soon as Trevor came out of his office, I rushed towards the stairs and pushed the door open and ran down the stairs as fast as I could.

  “Lawrynn! Stop! Slow down!” Trevor called out.

  Hearing his voice caused me to miss a step, and I fell down the rest of the stairs. My first instinct was to use my arm to protect my belly. My head hit the wall, and that was the last thing I felt before everything around me went black.

  When I saw Lawrynn’s head hit the wall, I knew that she was out like a light. I immediately called 911 to let them know that I had an unconscious woman in my stairwell. I knew I was going to have to hear Jasmine’s mouth once I made it home, but I didn’t care. The ambulance was there in an instant, and I rode in the back with her while they were working on her.

  “Sir, do you know if she is on any medications or anything like that? What caused the fall? Did she pass out?”

  I forgot that I had her purse on my arm, so, I opened it up and went inside.

  “There is no medication in here,” I said aloud.

  I opened the envelope to see what it was, and what I pulled out almost gave me a heart attack.

  “She’s pregnant,” I whispered.

  “What did you say, sir?” the medic asked me.

  “Lawrynn is pregnant,” I said again.

  “Good to know. Good to know.”

  While they were working on her, I started zoning out, but I managed to call Spence to let him know that we were headed to the hospital. He said that he would meet us there. I was looking at them work on her, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was carrying my child. Was that what she was coming to te
ll me? Was she coming to tell me that I was a potential father to her kid? I wondered how far along she was. She had to be at least a month or so because there was no way a woman could be two or three weeks pregnant. I didn’t need this right now. I was supposed to be getting married. I didn’t need a baby right now. Shit! Maybe I’m not even the father.

  Once we made it to the hospital, the medics rushed her back, and the nurses pushed me back.

  “She’s pregnant, for God’s sake,” I stressed.

  “Okay, sir. We are going to take care of the mother of your child. I assure you,” the nurse said before rushing behind the double doors.

  The mother of your child, I repeated in my head. I stood at the double doors for a few moments before one of the nurses led me back to the waiting room. The mother of your child. Hearing the nurse say it aloud gave me a stomach full of butterflies. Was I going to be a father? What if Lawrynn was carrying my child? Would that be the sign that I had been praying about? Even though I told Jasmine she could go ahead and plan the wedding, I was still asking for a sign if she was the one, and I hadn’t gotten one, but what if Lawrynn’s pregnancy was a sign? I sighed and sat down in one of the seats. The only thing that could put a smile on my face was the fact that a little boy was sitting in the seat across from me drawing in a tablet while his mother played on her phone.

  That could be Trevor Jr. one day.

  The little boy looked up at me and smiled. He got out of his seat and handed me the drawing. He was drawing a house: right up my alley.

  “Wow, this is cool. What is your name and how old are you?”

  “Tyson Gregory and I am six years old,” he said with pride.

  “I’m sorry. He is always bothering people with his drawings. Don’t mind him. Ty, come sit down,” his mother said.

  “No, he’s fine. Encourage him to keep drawing. He’s really good at it,” I told her and then grabbed his tablet from him and took his pencil. “Let me show you something really cool.”