Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel)

by Vivian Ward

  He drove us to an enormous hotel. One of the valets walked over and offered to park our vehicle. Once Dale picked her up out of the backseat, she began whispering to him.

  “Who is that man?”

  “Oh, that’s the valet. They park our cars for us.”

  “Why?” she whispered.

  “So we don’t have to walk back and forth.” Nevaeh stared at him as if he were making it up. “Seriously, it’s their job,” he added.

  “They have a job to park cars all day? That sounds fun!”

  Laughing as we walked into the hotel, Nevaeh was greeted by many guests who came to enjoy her benefit. She was amazed when she walked into the large conference room that was brightly decorated in honor of her. Balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling while glitter sprinkled along the tops of tables and surrounded miniature fishbowls which contained a single lit candle. As I made my way into the room, I was proud to see my family there. Dale had invited them without my knowledge; it meant so much to me.

  “Wow!” she gasped, “All of this is for me?” Nevaeh asked.

  “It sure is,” Dale answered her. “Come. Let me introduce you to some people.”

  For the first time in our almost six-month relationship, Nevaeh and I were getting to meet Dale’s family, including his parents who made a special trip to St. Louis for the benefit.

  “It’s so good to meet you,” Rose, Dale’s mom, said. “We’ve heard so much about you,” she said, hugging all of us.

  “Yes, it’s nice to put a face with the name,” his dad, Stephen, said.

  “I’ve heard a lot about the both of you, too,” I said, shaking his dad’s hand.

  “You and Nevaeh will sit with me at the front table. Since she’s our guest of honor, she will sit in the middle.”

  Throughout the night, Nevaeh smiled and laughed as she relished in all of the attention she was receiving. I sat back, admiring my beautiful daughter and her incredible social skills. She really knows how to light up a room, I thought. Near the end of the benefit, Nevaeh began getting sleepy.

  “I think we should get her home,” I whispered to Dale. “But I don’t want to be rude and have her leave. All of this was held in her honor.”

  “Do you think she can make it until the ball drops at midnight?”

  “I don’t know,” I glanced over at her. “She looks so sleepy. I’ll try to keep her awake.”

  When the ball dropped, I began gathering all of our things to head home. They wouldn’t know how lucky the Nevaeh Fund was until all of the donations were counted. A couple of days after the fundraiser, Nevaeh had her next appointment with the specialist. Once again, Dale drove us to the office and helped us inside.

  “Hello Nevaeh,” Dr. Newton greeted her, closing the door behind him.

  He faced Dale and me, “Good morning.”

  “Good morning,” I replied. “So what did her tests show?” I wasn’t wasting any time, I was all business today.

  Dr. Newton thumbed through her chart, read it over and began going over the results. “It looks like her spine has gotten much worse. It appears that the methotrexate alone is not treating her as we’d hoped.”

  “What’s the next step?” Dale asked, worried about her.

  “What I’d like to do next is try her on a stronger drug. But I must warn you, it can have some severe side effects.”

  “What drug and what type of side effects?” I asked, alarmed at the information we were receiving.

  “It’s called Humira, and it’s an injectable drug. She’ll take one injection every two weeks, or twice per month. It can increase her risk of developing infections and certain cancers, such as lymphoma, as well as cause skin, heart and liver problems.”

  “Is it worth her taking it if that much could go wrong?” I asked, desperately worried about my little girl.

  “Most of these side effects are rare, but they are possible. Based on Nevaeh’s labs and her previous health history, I don’t see it being a problem. We’ll keep a close eye on her to determine if and when she begins to develop any issues to the medication. The key factor is communication. If something doesn’t seem right or seems a little off, you call us right away so we can get her back in here.”

  Suddenly, I was relieved that Dale had agreed to pay for things. This was beginning to become too much for me to handle.

  “When will she have her first injection?”

  “I’ll write the prescription for it and chances are, you’ll have to have it filled by a mail-order pharmacy. I assume you already do that with her methotrexate, is that correct?”

  “Yes,” I nodded.

  “As soon as you receive the Humira in the mail, you’ll call our office to schedule an appointment. She has to have her initial loading dose in our office, under doctor supervision. After we’ve established that she won’t have any type of reaction to the medication, we’ll go over injection training and after that, she can take them at home. You’ll have to help her, of course, at least until she gets a bit older,” he smiled at Nevaeh.

  “Do you really think this will work?” I asked, paranoid that it would be like the methotrexate.

  “I do. This is different than the other medication she’s already on because it blocks the TNF, which causes inflammation.”

  “I think you should do it,” Dale said, encouraging me.

  I thought about it for a moment and looked at Nevaeh, who was in so much pain. “How long until it will work?”

  “She could see the relief in as little as two weeks, or it could be three months. Each patient responds differently; it’s hard to tell.”

  “All right, let’s do it.”

  Once we were home, I called MaxCare and gave them the information from the prescription. As the pharmacist processed it on the other line, he alerted my attention to the cost of the drug.

  “Miss Harris, are you aware that this medication cost almost five thousand dollars?”

  “What?!” I exclaimed. “It cost how much?”

  “The total for this medication will be four thousand, sixty-three dollars,” he explained to me.

  “For how much? Is that for a one-year supply?” I gasped.

  “Unfortunately, it’s for a three-month supply.”

  He waited for me to respond, but the line was nothing more than dead air.

  “Miss Harris? Are you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m still here. I have to level with you; I don’t know how I’m going to pay for that. I never dreamt that it would cost that much. Let me figure something out and I’ll call you back.”

  “You can put it on your credit card,” the pharmacist offered.

  “No, I can’t. My available balance is only about thirty dollars right now. I’ll call her doctor’s office real fast before the close and I’ll call you back.”

  I hung up the phone and began dialing Dr. Newton’s office as I glanced up at the clock, I realized it was three minutes before closing. Answering machine, damn it! They must have shut their lines off before they actually closed. As much as I hated to, I choked on my pride and called Dale. Maybe he’d lend me the money.

  “Dale?” I asked as he answered his cell during his ride home.

  “Yes?”

  “I hate to ask you this. I really do, but I need a favor.”

  “Name it,” he said.

  “I just called in Nevaeh’s prescription and the pharmacist said it’ll be almost five thousand dollars for a 90 day supply,” I paused. “And I was wondering….”

  “Kimberly, I told you, I’ll pay for everything. I’ll turn around and come back to your house. We’ll get this all sorted out,” he said, making a U-turn.

  “Dale, I don’t want you to pay for her medicine too. It was nice enough that you paid for all of her testing and everything, but you’re my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy.”

  “I wish you’d understand that I can afford this and it’s no problem to help you out in any way possible. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said as we hung u
p.

  Within minutes, he was pulling up to the house. As he came inside, he saw Nevaeh playing on her tablet. “Where’s your mom at Munchkin?”

  “She’s in the kitchen,” she said, pointing him in the direction.

  When he walked into the kitchen, he saw my head buried in my hands. He walked behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.

  “It’s going to be okay. Everything. I promise,” he said trying to reassure me.

  “You keep saying that, yet she keeps getting worse.”

  “Sometimes you have to have faith that things will work out in your favor.”

  “I wish they would,” I said, patting his hand.

  “You call the pharmacy and get them on the phone. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  I called MaxCare back and got the same gentleman back on the phone. After explaining the nature of our relationship and that Dale was willing to pay for the medication, the pharmacist asked to speak to him.

  “This is Dale Halloway,” he said, answering the phone.

  “Hi Dale, this is Sam at MaxCare and from what Miss Harris has explained, you’d like to pay for Nevaeh’s medication?”

  “Yes, that’s correct. All of it. I’d like you to keep my credit card on file and charge it each time you send her medication out.”

  “Would that be just for the Humira or for her methotrexate as well?” the pharmacist asked.

  “Both, please.”

  After reading his credit card information to the pharmacist, he handed the phone back to me. I wrapped up the end of the phone call as I began crying.

  “What’s wrong?” Dale asked.

  “I feel so…so…useless! You’re paying for everything because I can’t, and I feel like shit about it. I’ve always paid for things, but now I can’t. I just don’t feel like a good mom right now.”

  “What are you talking about? You’re a great mom! That’s one of the things that attracted me so much to you.”

  “I don’t feel like a great mom. I feel like a piece of shit. You’re so good to us,” I hugged him.

  “I want her to get better just as much as you do. When summer rolls back around, we’re going to get her in that pool and keep her busy as much as humanly possible.”

  “How did I get so lucky?” I asked as I leaned upward to kiss him.

  “That’s funny, I was about to ask the same thing,” he returned my kiss. “When will the medicine be here?”

  “He said next week, but I’ll have to schedule an appointment with Dr. Newton for her initial dose, so she probably won’t have it for close to two weeks.”

  “We’ll make it through that. Even if I have to come over here to watch her while you go to work, I will.”

  I thought about what he said for a moment and remembered I only had two points until I’d get fired. “You might have to do that.”

  That night, Dale stayed over, not wanting to leave us alone. We needed support now more than ever. As we lay in bed snuggling, he began trailing kisses down my neck. I eagerly returned them by biting on his ear lobe as we started a hot and heavy make-out session. Grabbing a handful of my firm breast, he moved to the top buttons on my shirt. One at a time, he slowly wrestled with each button until my bra was exposed. He turned me over and climbed on top of me; admiring the view of my cleavage.

  He slipped his polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor as I began unbuttoning the top of his jeans. With my fingers close to his pleasure zone, his manhood began hardening instantly. Tenderly, he reached under me and began pulling my blouse out of the waistband of my pants; I raised my bottom, helping him along. My heart rate quickened as he began seductively planting kisses along the outline of my cleavage. When he reached my navel, he began undoing my pants, taking them down. Slowly, he worked his way back up to my thighs, lightly tickling them with his nose as he kissed the outside of my silk panties. My moisture dared to saturate them as he began making me wet with anticipation.

  Hooking his fingers inside the side straps of my panties, he gently pulled them down; I shimmied my way out of them with his assistance.

  “Now where was I?” he teased as his fingers traced the outline of my slit.

  Chills ran down my spine; his touch was so soft and deliberate. I could crumble under his spell—and he knew it. He continued by working the tip of his tongue against my clit; first running it in fast circles and later, in long, slow strokes. I bucked my hips wildly as my excitement continued to grow.

  “I have an idea,” I whispered. “Let’s do a 69.”

  He nodded and backed off of me, lying next to me on the bed as I began to climb on top of him. Slowly, I positioned myself on top of him and started to go down on him. Taking the entire length of his shaft inside of my mouth, I began deep throating him. The more I deep throated him, the faster his tongue swiped my clitoris. Almost matching each other’s pace, we were going wild on one another; almost as if to see who could get whom off faster. When he was about to lose control, he stopped going down on me momentarily and asked to switch positions.

  “Kimberly,” he spoke softly, “let’s switch positions. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”

  Smiling, I stopped and allowed him to lie down as I climbed on top of him. Lowering myself down onto him, I stared deep into his eyes as I took him inside of me. At the rate I was going, he could feel every single inch of his member entering me; he was glad when it was finally all the way inside of me. The anticipation was pure torture to him, and I knew it. After I was in position, I began slowly rising up and down on his member as he fondled my luscious breasts.

  My nipples were hard and swollen, about the size of marbles. He lightly squeezed and pinched them as I rode him cowgirl style. Sensing that he was getting close, I turned myself around and rode him, reverse cowgirl. As I continued grinding his cock with my wetness, his breathing became more labored. His soft moans were turning into louder grunts as I worked his thick shaft in and out of me. He began aggressively pounding me from the bottom as he wildly bucked his hips. Balancing myself on top of him as he thrust me, I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his ankles as I continued to ride him.

  Teasingly, I used my right hand to reach his sac, still balancing myself with my left hand and began playing with his balls. The pleasure was too much; he wouldn’t last long with the rapid pace I was going. He reached up and grabbed onto both of my hips, and using his body weight, he maneuvered me at his own pace. As I felt his big, strong grip manhandle me, I began having an orgasm; my already drenched lady parts saturated his entire member. The warm pool of my cum felt too good; he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

  With a wicked force, he began drilling me while still beneath me. As his thick cock drove into me, I could feel his member swelling up inside of me. I watched in delight as his testicles shrank right before my eyes as he sprayed his seed deep inside my tunnel of love. Sweaty, I collapsed on top of him, panting for air.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Her Humira is finally here,” I said as I made the appointment with Dr. Newton. “How soon can you get her in?”

  His assistant placed me on hold as she consulted with the doctor. “Miss Harris, thank you for holding. Dr. Newton doesn’t have any immediate openings on his schedule, but he asked if you could bring her by tomorrow afternoon during his lunch break.”

  “Oh, I hate to bother him during lunch. Are you sure you don’t have anything available?” I asked, reading the leaflet that came with her medication.

  “No, I’m sorry. We don’t have anything open until the beginning of April. Dr. Newton is going on vacation for two weeks at the beginning of February, so with that and the nature of the practice, nothing’s open.”

  “All right, I’ll bring her in tomorrow. What time should we come in?” I asked, thinking of how I had to be at work. It was unlikely that Rachel would be able to trade with me on such short notice.

  “He usually goes to lunch around noon, so if you could come just before then so we know y
ou’re here, he’ll see her then.”

  “I’ll make sure we’re there. Thank you,” I said, hanging up the phone.

  I didn’t expect the initial loading dose to be two injections; I felt terrible that my baby had to endure that. The training was simple, though, the nurse walked me right through it, and we practiced before leaving. Feeling confident that we had everything under control, we left the office and hoped the medicine would work.

  I hadn’t called in that morning. With my current attendance, I’d missed one day—during the week of New Year’s—making this my 10th point. I knew I’d be fired. Rather than listening to my boss berate me over the phone, I never looked back. I accepted the fact that I would have to find a different job though I probably wouldn’t have the hours I needed, some things in life were more important. Making the decision to care for Nevaeh wasn’t hard for me; I loved that little girl more than life itself.