Bella Baby

by Renee Lindemann

  Bella Baby

  By Renee Lindemann

  Copyright 2014 Renee Lindemann & 4 Girls Publishing LLC

  Cover Graphics by EnigmaGraphics®

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Bonus Material

  Chapter 1

  “Attention,” the drill sergeant shouted, causing the cadets to fall in line. The shortest cadet had trouble tying his shoes and tripped as he rushed to fall in line. The other cadets tried not to laugh, but it was becoming increasingly difficult due to this little cadet’s constant foul-ups.

  “What the hell is your problem little maggot? I am starting to tire of your screw-ups. Now drop and give me twenty,” the drill sergeant spat. The little cadet dropped to the ground and gave the drill sergeant just what he asked for; he learned early on that begging and pleading were only going to earn him more push-ups.

  Chaz contemplated this memory as he entered the Cherry Pit, a social club for yuppies and business professionals. The bouncer patting him down made him think of that day because he sounded just like his drill sergeant over the music playing.

  Confidently Chaz strolled in the club checking out the scenery looking for a comfortable and safe place to sit his party. He walked to a table near the emergency exit and sat on the banana shaped bench with a group of friends. After a few minutes of surveying, the scenery and Chaz was ready to order.

  “I’ll have a Corona and a whiskey sour,” he said to the petite waitress who came over to take their order. The other people at the table started shouting out their orders as well, but the waitress seemed oblivious to their presence and concentrated more on Chaz.

  “Anything else?” She flashed her one hundred watt smile.

  “No baby, but these other fellas want to order something,” he said smiling.

  This club was not Chaz’s normal scene, but his business manager was supposed to meet him here, and he assured Chaz that he would get a kick out of the female clientele. Just as Chaz spotted a female that captured his attention, Michael showed up obnoxious as usual.

  “Did you order some Moet or what?” Michael questioned as loud as he could. Michael Riverton was a business manager for the last four years, and his last couple of clients included two drug dealers and a pimp. He had no problem making dirty money clean, and he loved his job. Michael was a short, thin man always wrapped in an expensive suit with his dark hair neatly tamed at the collar. He felt more empowered as a business manager than he ever did as a lawyer, his degreed profession. The desire to surround himself with the finer things in life was easier to achieve as a business manager. There were plenty of perks to the job, such as ordering the most expensive drinks, but never footing the bill.

  “No man, you can order your own Moet. Now move I was trying to peep the ladies in this corny joint,” Chaz said motioning Michael out of his way. Michael immediately flagged down a waitress and instructed her to bring a bottle of Moet to their table and to put it on Chaz’s bill.

  Bella entered the Cherry Pit with her two co-workers ranting own about the days work events.

  “Would you heifers leave work at work? We came here to have a good time,” she said.

  “Fine!” Kennedy spat while surveying the atmosphere.

  “Oh my God! Thug table over by the door,” Julie pointed out.

  “What are they doing here? Maybe they want a little Anne Klein wearing skank?” Kennedy said laughing.

  “Yeah, I am sure they are just trying to show off their ill-gotten gains.” Bella snickered as they took their usual table near the dance floor.

  The Cherry Pit was decorated in tasteful red decorum, with oversized chairs and cozy benches. The dance floor featured a large red glowing cherry instead of the classic disco ball. The waitresses wore red pantsuits and were usually pleasant. The business professional was free to mingle and network while having an after work drink. The heavyset bald dark skinned bouncer guarded the door with his life just so happened to be the owner’s son. He knew that as soon as his father kicked the bucket the club would be his and he wanted his investment protected. He encouraged his father to advertise, supervised the decorating, and even handpicked the menu of drinks, making most of them up himself. He gave the bar a signature drink, the Cherry Pit, which was made with cherry vodka, anise, triple sec, grenadine, and cranberry juice. Marlin ran his father’s club like a military base, and none of the staff would dare cross him, besides the pay was too good to fool with at this club.

  Bella was twenty-five and on the move in her company, Brown & Jersey, a publishing company that dabbled in every aspect of publishing. Bella was next in line to the chief research writer. She wrote and re-wrote grant and loan proposals for non-profit companies. A highly successful grant writing campaign left her in a good position within the company. In the three years since her beginning days as an intern, she rose fast at Brown & Jersey. She was at the top of her game and treated every client with respect, completing every assignment as if it was she who where receiving the grant.

  Bella was a confident employee but less confident outside the workplace. She constantly scolded herself on her appearance and nonexistence social life. If it hadn’t been for her two closest friends she, would never get out. Despite being moderately attractive with a nice size eight figure and beautiful flowing brown hair that accentuated her almond shaped eyes, she had not been successful in relationships. At five feet ten she was a commanding figure, shapely hips and long legs invited men, but was never enough to keep them around. Her strategically placed black Kenneth Cole dress was not working for her now, and she wanted to go home and curl up with a good book.

  “The thugs are the only cute guys in here tonight,” Julie pointed out smoothing down her blue designer skirt. Julie had every advantage when it came to looks, beautiful naturally curly brown hair, finely chiseled facial features, and a shapely figure that only seemed to improve with age. Unfortunately, her smarts in the boardroom did not extend to the bedroom. Julie always went for the pathetic low man on the totem pole loser. Julie was a nurturer. Often she chose men whose lives needed drastic improvements. More often than not they would get their life together only to move on from her. It was a vicious circle that her friends watched happen too often.

  Kennedy rocked back and forth to the music playing as she sipped her Cherry Pit drink nodding to Julie. Kennedy’s name was just as strong as her personality. She was about nothing but perfection and success, a perfect combination for her best buddies. With a mixed heritage, she knew that as a double minority, being of African-American and Latino descent that she would work harder than most. Kennedy had huge aspirations of corpo
rate domination. She wanted to be the boss. She embraced both aspects of her parent’s cultures so effortlessly that she was an ethnicity in her own right. She was average height, but her ample bosom and hips made her appear taller and stronger. She kept her hair either pulled into a neat chignon or she would proudly display it in a beautiful curly Afro.

  Bella felt someone staring at her and looked around to see the lead thug checking her out. For about thirty seconds, there was no one else in the room. The only thing she could see and feel was this guy staring into her soul. She didn’t want to be the first to look away considering he was just gorgeous. Bella seductively licked her lips and flirted with her eyes. He raised his glass and smiled as she continued to flirt with him. The waitress who was serving both tables wanted to have him to herself and interrupted their moment. The waitress was waiting for the handsome guy to look away from Bella.

  “Here you go,” she said placing a drink in front of Bella blocking her view. For the next thirty minutes, Bella and the handsome guy exchanged flirty smiles. His smile was killing Bella, as it was so confident. Often she had no idea what the current topic of conversation was at the table.

  “Earth to Bella,” Kennedy said, snapping her fingers in front of Bella’s face.

  “Sorry, what’s up?” Bella tried to rejoin the conversation, but she could feel his eyes unraveling her. The effect was a flushed face and with her lightly colored skin, it was obvious. Bella smiled politely, excusing herself to the restroom.

  Chaz immediately left the table to follow Bella to the restroom. While walking behind her he, checked out the rest of the package and was impressed. The smart black boots went up her long legs coming to rest at the hem of her tight dress. He could tell she was wearing a thong and wanted to see if he was right. He almost bumped into a man coming in the door as he watched her ass sway with each step. He never physically chased a woman before, but he had to know who she was and get to know her. Chaz wanted to know what those lips felt like on him, anywhere on him. Before Bella could get to the restroom door Chaz, reached and grabbed her arm, trying not to scare her.

  “Uh, excuse me!” Bella snapped pleasantly surprised to see that it was the guy, she was flirting with that, had grabbed her arm.

  “I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I just wanted to talk to you before you went in there unless it is an emergency,” he laughed. His soft mocha skin looked quite kissable to Bella. It took everything she had not to blush.

  “Just a makeup emergency,” she replied. Bella looked around. He made her feel nervous and unsure of herself.

  “Trust me baby, you don’t need any make-up. You look good just the way you are.”

  “Nice line! Can I help you with something?” His hand was still holding her arm and the electricity that flowed sent shivers down her spine. Who was this man?

  “I just wanted to know if you realized that I was going to be your new man. I am hoping that you might ditch your girls because you are going home with me.” Chaz gave a knowing killer smile, and Bella had to be her usual tough self. She couldn’t just fall for lines, or could she?

  “Wow! Cute and psychic! And what exactly is my name, Mr. Psychic!”

  “It doesn’t work like that. I don’t already know your name, but that’s just a minor formality. You’re going home with your new man tonight, and, by the way, my name is Chaz.”

  “Nice to meet you Chaz but maybe you need to fine-tune your approach because I am not going home with you tonight. You would be lucky if you get my number.” Bella liked the back and forth. His words were so confident and he was so damn good looking.

  “I will be getting your number and so much more. That moment we just shared over there was more than just a moment. We were meant to be together, and we will be.” Chaz had no idea why he was saying these words. He was very confident with women, and usually he didn’t need lines, women just flocked to him, but this woman was different. Chaz would have to convince her that he was worth her time. He was not in the mood for talking on the phone and getting to know her over the course of weeks. Chaz wanted this woman right now.

  “I am sure these lines work with the skanks you are used to but not here,” she stated emphatically. The lines were working on her, and it angered her to be so easy. She wanted to kiss him, touch him, and do all sorts of nasty stuff to this tall, handsome man. Bella wanted to walk on the wild side for just once. She had never been with a drug dealer before, and the thought thrilled her more than a little.

  “Damn baby! I don’t mess around with skanks and if you are scared just say so. I know this may be a bit much for you but no need to get upset.”

  Chaz carefully moved into her space. He needed to be close to her. Bella stepped back trying to compensate for his intrusion into her personal space, but found herself on the other side of the bathroom that led to a dark hallway. Before she could rectify the situation he kissed her mouth tenderly at first but it intensified in seconds. Pathetically she tried to push him off but she really didn’t want to. How long had it been since a man had kissed her? Too long!

  Chaz explored her mouth with his tongue and could taste the apple martini on her tongue. The weak protest only spurred him to deepen the kiss. The feel of her body vibrating under the kiss made him want to haul her caveman style over his shoulders and carry her to his truck.

  “Baby I told you, we are meant to be. Tell me you don’t feel it?” Chaz murmured seductively against her lips. Bella finally felt the air rush back into her lungs and with anger she didn’t really feel she replied.

  “I just felt you molest me if that is what you mean. You had better be glad that I didn’t scream my head off or better yet beat your ass for assuming that I wanted that kiss.”

  “Now I know you feel it. If you needed to do all those things, we wouldn’t still be standing here talking. Now the next thing, you need to do, is tell me your name and then ditch your friends.” Chaz made sure to continue to intrude on her personal space.

  “My name is Bella and I am not going to ditch my girls to leave with you. The kiss was nice, but it didn’t rock my world enough to leave with you.” She lied and in her mind they were driving away happily ever after. Chaz had most certainly rocked her world with a kiss. Chaz looked around and with a cocky grin he kissed her again. This time he lifted her dress to her waist. He carefully held her legs open and positioned himself against the crotch of her thong panties, allowing her to feel his burgeoning arousal. Bella struggled for air in between his passionate kisses and the trail of kisses he left on her neck as he held her legs in his hands. Her body instinctively rocked against the bulge in his jeans. They both let out unrehearsed moans.

  “Bella baby! Stop fronting, you can feel that can’t you. I feel your heart racing and my heart is racing right now. Whenever you ready, we can get out of here, baby.” Chaz was ready to explode being this close to her radiating center. It took everything he had not to take her against the wall. Who the hell was this woman?

  “My friends are not about to let you just whisk me away, and we know nothing about you,” she replied.

  “Just tell them that you don’t feel good. Give me a little signal with your glass, and I will follow you out.” Chaz said still holding her legs. Bella's legs were so soft that he wanted to kiss them.

  Chaz finally lowered her legs and pulled down her dress but stayed close to her body. She was driving him crazy, and all, he could do to keep his cool, was to kiss her soft lips. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted her, and he was going to have her. She entered the bathroom as he walked confidently back to his table. After leaving the darkened hallway, Bella entered the ladies' room and tried to center herself as she applied lip-gloss and fixed her dress. Chaz had certainly heated her up, and she was seriously considering leaving to be with him, it was just something about him that she wanted to know more about. Bella had to make up her mind no doubt Chaz was serious.

  As she approached the table she, could see that Julie and Kennedy had attracted the a
ttention of some suits. The two guys looked like the standard guys they attracted, boring.

  “Hey, I am going to cut out. I am not feeling too good,” Bella fibbed.

  “You look flushed. Are you all right? We were about to send a search party for you,” Julie remarked.

  “I just feel tired.” Nonchalantly Bella looked over at Chaz’s table and saw the waitress sitting on his lap. She felt stupid and sick all at once as she guzzled down the last of her apple martini.

  “Bell, you okay to drive right?” Kennedy asked as one of the guys gave a look of disgust at Chaz’s table. The people at Chaz’s table were loud, and the waitress was giggling like a schoolgirl. Chaz looked uncomfortable as he tried to lift the woman off his lap.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I will call you guys tomorrow.” Bella walked to the coat check for her leather jacket. Bella handed the pointy nosed girl running the coatroom her ticket and waited for her jacket. She carefully slid on her leather jacket and walked towards the exit.

  “Bella baby! Oh, so you were just going to leave without me?” Chaz asked grabbing her arm. Bella threw him a dirty look, “I thought you found a nice replacement and made me look stupid.”

  “I was just trying to play it off. If you’re leaving, I’m leaving,” he said walking towards the door.

  “Yeah right! That waitress seems to think she has some magical connection with you. What did you do exchange numbers with her?” Bella hated her jealous tone.

  “No, I just told her to get up and gave her a nice tip because I am leaving with you,” he said smiling. Bella looked for sincerity and realized she had no idea what that would look like on Chaz. The long sleeve blue button up shirt with a designer logo and black jeans looked so damn good on Chaz.

  Bella walked outside and handed the valet her ticket. Chaz took out his ticket and handed it to the other valet who ran to fetch Chaz’s truck.

  “Are you going to be all right?” Kennedy asked. She snuck up on Bella standing at the valet booth. Chaz immediately backed off and pretended not to be concerned with their conversation.