Wedding Planning With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by J A Fielding

  “Tasha, you okay?” he asked looking at his heavily breathing fiancée.

  Chapter 2

  “Honey, are you okay?” Mitchell asked looking at Natasha who was breathing heavily. “You look a bit…flushed,” he said after struggling to find the right words, worried that he might be saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Natasha leaned against the door and took several deep breaths. She could feel a cold sweat breaking on her forehead.

  Without a word, she walked to his mini bar and poured herself a shot of bourbon. Mitchell watched as she downed a glass, then another and then another.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” Mitchell said standing up. As he walked to the mini bar, he was interrupted by a brief knock on the door. He turned his attention to the door where his assistant Sheryl had poked her head in. There was a concerned look on her face. “Oh good Lord, what now?” he asked looking at Sheryl.

  “I didn’t want to disturb you Mr. Schmidt but McLane and Felicia Kane are in the board room,” she said. Mitchell looked at her, not sure what to say.

  “Yeah, Natasha was doing the meeting…and she is here,” he said almost getting the reason why Natasha was in his office.

  “Yes, I just wanted Miss. Black to know…”

  “…I know the Malibu goddess is in the freaking board room because I left the bitch there!” Natasha said in a stern but hushed whisper. Mitchell could literally feel the color draining from his face as he and Sheryl stared at Natasha.

  “Sheryl, we are going to need a moment,” Mitchell said. Sheryl nodded and shut the door. He turned his attention back to Natasha. “Why don’t you sit down,” he said taking her hand. He could feel her shaking as he led her to one of the guest seats at his desk. She pulled her hand from him and walked around the desk before she finally sat in his chair.

  “Okay,” he said looking at her in surprise.

  “Your guest seats are shit,” she said as she leaned back.

  “Really?” he asked looking surprised. “I got them from Furniture Palace,” he said. She looked at him and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk.

  “I got mine from the same place,” she said. “And they are 100 times better on a bad day than yours,” she added.

  “That can’t be right. They were a thank you after an ad campaign…” his voice trailed off as he suddenly realized what was happening. “Oh shit, I got played,” he said sitting down in one if the guest seats.

  “Yup,” Natasha said rolling her eyes.

  “Wow, this really is uncomfortable.” He shifted his weight left and right. “This is ridiculous,” he said, standing up and sitting on the desk. He pressed the intercom button. “Sheryl, call Furniture Palace and get them to bring in two new guest seats tomorrow. Preferably the same ones as Miss Black’s,” he added. Natasha smiled. He only needed to hear some things on some of her honest days to get him to do stuff. “So, what is wrong with my beautiful wife to be?” he asked looking at Natasha.

  “That damn Malibu bitch,” she suddenly snapped. Mitchell looked at her. He could tell she was highly agitated. He had never seen her like this.

  “What happened?” he asked calmly. She took a deep breath and stood up. “I’d rather just not talk about it right now,” she said beckoning for him to come closer to her.

  “What do you want to do?’ he asked walking towards her. “How can I help you? I’m really worried about you, sweetness,” he said as he held her by the waist.

  “Don’t talk. I just need a release,” she said in a whisper. She looked into his eyes as he looked back at her, in a defining moment that would determine the fate of the next few minutes. She closed her eyes as she pulled his neck down for a long, lingering kiss. He kissed her back and slipped an arm around her waist as their lips met in a unified, sensual kiss. Before long, he was kissing her roughly as he struggled to get his hand under her shirt, cupping her soft full mounds as he kissed her. The randomness of this whole thing was getting him more excited than a fat kid in a pastry shop. He pulled away and began to kiss her chin, trailing his lips all the way to her neck.

  “The door,” she whispered in his ear. He pulled away and smiled at her.

  “No one’s coming in,” he said looking into her eyes before resuming his kisses. She placed a hand on his chest and turned her head away. He looked at her and sighed before walking to the door. She smiled as he quickly bolted it and walked back to her.

  “Happy?” he asked as he approached her. She smiled and pulled her blouse off just as he stood in front of her. He then lifted her and placed her on the desk as he continued kissing her neck, slowly coming down to her breasts. She let out a small whimper when he pulled one bra cup down, exposing a fully engorged nipple. She felt herself blush as Mitchell pulled the other cup down and stared at her perfect tits. She ran her fingers through his thick hair as he took one nipple inside his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She stifled a scream when she felt him gently squeeze one nipple in between his index finger and thumb. She wanted so much to let him have her right there. It was something the two of them had never done before but it somehow seemed the right thing to do at this particular moment. Her mind was so fixed on the way he sucked hard on her breasts that she failed to notice him unbuckling his belt and freeing himself from the constraints of his tight fitting boxers.

  When he finally pulled away from her now highly sensitized nipples, she was shaking and breathing heavily. He looked at her beautiful face as he reached under her skirt. He slowly ran his hands along her thighs before finally pulling down her panties. She looked at him as he spread her legs. She whimpered again when she felt his finger playing around with her clit and her moist sex. She saw him smile when she rested her hands on the desk behind her, looking for more support. He was still looking into her eyes when he slowly pushed one finger inside her. By now she was starting to get wetter. He pulled his finger out and pushed it in again. He leaned forward and looked at her eyes which remained closed.

  “Open your eyes,” he said in almost a whisper. “Look at me baby,” he said. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he retracted his finger from her now wet cunt. She moaned her disapproval as he smiled. He then reintroduced his finger inside her and began fingering her hard and fast. Her face winced in pleasure as she struggled to keep her pleasure sounds to herself. She soon began bucking her hips forward, meeting his over eager finger as he continued finger fucking her. He suddenly pulled his finger out and positioned his cock head at the entrance of her pussy. He slowly pushed in the head of his cock while looking into his lover’s eyes. She gasped as Mitchell took advantage of her wetness and pushed in his whole length.

  Natasha wrapped her arms around Mitchell and kissed him, obviously to drown the scream that would soon escape her lips. She had never known him to be this rough but she loved this side of him. She held on for dear life as he pumped into her, hard and fast, never showing any intention to slow down. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued thrusting into her hard. She bit her lip in an effort not to scream or cry out. She could have sworn that every time she did something to help her keep her moans in, it only made him thrust into her harder. She suddenly let out a gasp when she felt him pull his cock out of her without any kind of warning. In a split second, he had pulled her off the desk and turned her around. He bent her over the desk in a doggy style position and entered her from behind. She huffed when Mitchell stuffed his full cock into her again, filling her every fold.

  Natasha grabbed the edge of the desk and held on as Mitchell began to slam himself into her. Each thrust was harder than the last, each thrust was driving her wild and the fact that she could not vocally show him how he made her feel was killing her. She felt her breasts pressed against the smooth glossy finish of Mitchell’s desk as his balls slammed into her round ass. She suddenly let a slight moan escape her throat as she felt Mitchell’s driving force gain momentum. She turned her head to look at him but he had his eyes closed, lost in his own erotic world. At that moment, she felt a har
d orgasm rip through her insides, tearing down every twitch that was held up in her vagina. Her pulsating cunt must have triggered Mitchell’s own violent orgasm, because not long afterwards, Mitchell plunged into her hard as he deposited his seed into her. She held on to the edge of the desk as long as she could with Mitchell working himself in and out of her for as long as he possibly could.

  When his pulsating cock relaxed, Natasha felt relieved as it slipped out of her. She felt a sudden warmth on her inside thigh as a mixture of their cum dripped out of her pussy. She grabbed a tissue from the desk and cleaned herself up before turning to look at an exhausted Mitchell who was slumped back in his seat. She smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead before walking to his bathroom to freshen up.

  When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Mitchell was still in his seat, breathing heavily and looking ever so drowsy.

  “Hey, mister,” she said snapping her fingers loudly in front of his face. “It’s only nine. You have a long day ahead,” she said smiling. She walked back to the bathroom and came back with two damp towels. She placed one on Mitchell’s forehead and began cleaning his cock up with the other one.

  “Oh that feels so good,” he said as he closed his eyes. Natasha smiled as she wiped his cock and thighs before going back to the bathroom and rinsing it off again.

  “Just so you know, I deserve an office with a complete bathroom too,” she said as she walked back in. “I mean, really, when do you ever find time to shower in your office, anyway?” she asked as Mitchell pulled his pants up.

  “You’d be surprised,” he said taking the damp towel from her.

  “Really? Do random women come in and screw you to your desk every so often?” she asked in a mocking voice.

  “Well, just the one. Crazy woman,” he said as he pulled Natasha down. She smiled as she sat on his lap. “She is so crazy, I want her craziness every single day for the rest of my life,” he said looking into her eyes.

  “If you love crazy so much, how about you get the Malibu goddess instead?” Natasha said smiling. Mitchell laughed.

  “By the way, about that,” he said placing a hand on her thigh. “What exactly happened? You ready to talk about it now?” he asked. She nodded before taking a deep breath.

  “Well, we all thought Felicia Kane partnering up with Evan McLane was the best deal we could ever ask for, right?” she began. Mitchell nodded.

  “Yeah, that account added a few extra zeroes in my pay check last quarter,” he said smiling.

  “Well, it is good. Especially their new liquor line that was aimed at an African and North and South American market,” she said.

  “What do you mean was meant to? Didn’t I sign a requisition for four million in funding?” Mitchell asked looking at her, more confused than surprised.

  “Yes but now, it turns out that Felicia and McLane want it aimed towards a European market,” she said. “We have already spent $2.7 million of the company’s fund in marketing. We cannot simply begin a new campaign,” she said. Mitchell looked at her and nodded. “Not forgetting the fact that we are literally weeks away from the official launch,” she added.

  "So where are McLane and Felicia now?” he asked. Natasha looked at him guiltily.

  “In the board room,” she said in a small voice. “I did not know what to say or how to handle myself without slapping the bitch across the face,” she said quickly. Mitchell gave her a half smile.

  “I get it,” he said. “You know, the only way to handle Felicia is to show her that you are the one in control, not her. McLane is a sissy. All he will do is hide behind the stronger person, in this case Felicia,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just go in there and show her who’s boss,” he said looking into her eyes.

  “I was hoping you would do that for me,” she said pouting. “Pretty please,” she said. Mitchell shook his head and cupped the side of her face.

  “You know why I hired you?” he asked looking into her eyes.

  “My great ass?” she said jokingly.

  “Well, yeah plus you are a strong, spirited woman. The kind that gets shit done. The kind that does not let anyone walk all over her,” he said. “And I know you can do this because the woman I love is just out of this world.” He stroked the side of her face with his index finger. She smiled down at him and stood up.

  “Thanks, Mitch. I needed that,” she said before walking towards the door. “By the way, baby,” she said as she placed a hand on the door handle.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Quit looking at my ass as I walk away,” she said before closing the door behind her. She smiled as she approached Sheryl’s desk. “Just one of those days, sorry for the outburst,” she said before walking out of the office. As she headed down the hallway, she felt better than she did when she was walking down the same hallway a few minutes earlier. She walked to Stacy’s desk and smiled at her. “Get me the financials to the McLane and Kane merger right away. Bring them to the board room,” she said without giving Stacy a moment to respond.

  “I am sorry about the wait,” she said as she walked into the board room. She cold tell that Felicia was highly agitated.

  “I hope it was worth waiting for forty-five minutes,” Felicia said sternly. Natasha looked up at her and smiled.

  “Oh it was, Miss Kane. In more ways than one,” she said as her eyes glimmered. At that moment Stacy walked in and handed Natasha a flash drive and a paper file. “Thanks, Stacy,” Natasha said as she stood up and walked to the projector. “Well, as you know we began the official ad campaign for your product three months ago,” she started as she inserted the flash drive into the USB slot of her laptop. “We are talking models, photo shoots, traveling and of course, boarding and lodging. And Miss Kane, you opted to go for Mila Asimbi and Maria de Mayo, both top notch models,” she added as the monitor came alive with the financial records.

  “Yes. We wanted the best for our products,” McLane said. “These two are very well known in Africa and the Americas,” he added.

  “Get to the point. This is really boring,” Felicia said. Natasha shot her a look before turning to a page that gave the break down of their expenditure.

  “Being top range models in Africa and the Americas, we incurred a $10,000 fee per hour per shoot,” Natasha said. “We had eight photo shoots in five different locations,” she said.

  “So…”

  “…Be patient, Miss. Kane. I am getting to the point,” Natasha said interrupting Felicia. “We also had a crew of about 30 people who were all being paid by the company not forgetting their basic need costs. So all in all, we spent $2.7 million of the four million dollar fund allocated to us on marketing for an African and North and South American market. Should you choose to change this, as the contract states, you have to pay back the funding in full plus you will be completely ruined. The success of any new product rides high on the success of the product we have been pushing for the last two months,” she said as she sat down. “And I must say that we would not work on anything else apart from the agreed on African and America’s market. We would hate to have our name tainted.”

  “So you will not work with us. Is that what you are saying?” Felicia asked. Natasha shook her head.

  “Not if you make a snap judgment like this because believe me, it doesn’t matter whether or not you have been successful in the past. A bad decision like this can and will end you,” Natasha said calmly.

  “Felicia maybe she…”

  “..Oh please Evan. What does she know? After all she is just the CEO’s whore,” Felicia said interrupting McLane.

  “Miss Kane. I am a professional and my personal life has nothing to do with you or this,” Natasha said angrily. “I have already forwarded this to Mr. Schmidt. If you do decide to pursue this, then all the best,” she said as she gathered her files together. “But if you want to make money, then call my assistant and let us go ahead with what was already in place.” She stood up.

  “Miss Black, I am sure we can come to some sor
t of understanding,” McLane said standing up. Felicia was still giving her a cold stare.

  “I am sure we can. Just as soon as you come to an understanding with Miss Kane,” Natasha said before walking out, leaving a bewildered McLane and an angry but shocked Felicia. For once, it felt good having the final word instead of the freaking Malibu goddess.

  Chapter 3

  Rita almost choked on her iced tea as she laughed. She had not laughed this hard in a long time. Natasha had invited her and Stacy for lunch and had just finished telling them how the Malibu goddess almost ruined her day.

  “I am sure working with you is not something to look forward to any time soon,” Rita said.

  “You should have seen Felicia walk into the building last week,” Stacy said, biting into her crispy chicken. “She actually walked straight to Mr. Schmidt’s office without even causing a scene like she normally would,” she added laughing.

  “Serves her right,” Rita said. “Someone needed to humble the bitch,” she added a bit too sternly. Stacy and Natasha looked at her.

  “Whoa, hold your horses there. We admire your loyalty but the Malibu goddess has never done anything to you,” Natasha said. Rita almost dropped her fork when Natasha said this.

  “I must have forgotten to tell you,” Rita said looking at Natasha.

  “Tell me what?” Natasha asked, a questioning look on her face.

  “Felicia Kane came to my gallery some time back. She came there all ‘Mitchell Schmidt told me this was a fabulous establishment,’” she said her voice slightly high pitched to emulate Felicia’s. Natasha and Stacy laughed. “Well, so anyway, me and Celine…”

  “…wait. Who is Celine?” Stacy asked cutting her short.

  “Her assistant,” Natasha said quickly hoping to get back into the juicy details of the story.

  “So anyway, after about half an hour of going through the gallery, she said that some of the work reminded her of an untalented Van Gogh,” Rita said.

  “What?” Natasha asked, both surprised and appalled. “Why the hell would she say that?”