ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  “Let’s get this shit started!”

  ****

  James and Teresa sat together on the couch, Mike and Liz stood together on the other side of the room, ready to step in, just in case they started throwing punches. Where they had left off it was unclear of how this would go, but from across the room they could only see smiles and laughter.

  “No, I know it wasn’t our first date party, but these are the only clothes I still have that were from any of those parties. I thought it was a good tip off that I wasn’t too mad or anything.” James took a small pull from the bottle while Teresa sighed and sat back on the couch. Her drink balanced carefully in her lap.

  “Well, you clearly noticed the sweater then?” Teresa motioned at her sweater and James nodded.

  “Yeah, third anniversary. If I recall we had some pretty great sex after I gave you that. I think you gave me a map, right?” He reached over and tugged on the sweater a bit. “I always liked how it made you look like you weren’t wearing pants.” He laughed slightly under his breath. “Especially when I found out you weren’t wearing pants.” They both laughed and slumped into the couch.

  “It’s been so long, I missed this James,” Teresa put her hand on his shoulder and James coughed quietly and pulled away from her. She sat up quickly and apologized. “Sorry. It was muscle memory and the alcohol, it’s-” James reached out and grabbed her arm. She immediately stopped talking and James shifted a bit in his seat.

  “It’s not that. You don’t need to apologize.” He sat back in the seat and he took another swig from the bottle of whiskey to settle his nerve. “Being here, with you and our friends; it’s everything I’ve wanted for the past two years.” He looked over and Mike, who smiled and waved while drinking with Liz. “It’s just that as soon as I relax, I hear you breaking up with me all over again. I hear all the terrible things you said. I can’t keep putting myself through that.”

  James stood up, his hand lingered on her leg for a moment. He walked away though, leaving Teresa on the couch, watching as he walked away. Liz jogged across the room, bumping into a few people, to fill in James’ seat and Mike followed James into his room. Teresa looked down at her cup and back up at James as he closed the door to his bedroom.

  “Well, let’s get drunk.”

  That was the last thing Teresa remembered saying.

  ****

  Teresa certainly didn’t enjoy the feeling of waking up in a strange place, but it wasn’t something she was completely unused to either. She slowly lifted her head the pounding from a headache started to throb so she laid back down. Carefully she started to take in her surroundings one piece at a time.

  She wasn’t naked, but these certainly weren’t the clothes she came in. She looked at the ground and saw her sweater and leggings folded up neatly. The sheets smelled strange, not off putting, but strange. And she was thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. She looked over at the bedside table and there was a chilled, unopened water bottle on it. She crept towards it, careful not to move her head too much.

  After taking a drink of water she rolled onto her back and took in the room a bit more. It was pretty sparse with some dirty clothes scattered around the room and a desk in the corner had a desktop and a laptop sitting on it. There were four or five legal pads stacked on the desk as well. The desktop had the time on the screen. It was 10:24 in the morning.

  Teresa collected herself and stood up. She noticed that on the legal pad that was on top of the others had a note scrawled on it: “Advil is in the top drawer of the bedside table. Take as many as you need.” She padded back across the room and grabbed a few Advil out of the drawer, threw them back, and drank some more of the water. Absently she flipped through the other legal pads and came across a poem:

  Brown eyes that I once teased

  Haunt me now in my dreams.

  Her thin hair that I once ran my fingers through

  Dances just out of my reach.

  Pale skin that I once caressed

  Is now covered with ink,

  Ink that I know means the world to her,

  But means nothing to me now.

  Drunken nights that were once filled

  With movies and laughter

  Are now filled with questions

  Of what if.

  Years have passed

  But I’ll always wonder

  If we can come back from this.

  Teresa looked down at the tattoos on her arms, showing through the thin, white shirt and sat down on the bed. He knew the story behind two of them, but her arms were covered now. She never thought of that. As she went to read the poem again and to read the other poems that were in the pad, the door to the room opened. She tossed the pad under the bed as James walked in, his hair disheveled and bags obviously hung low under his eyes. He held up his car keys and a pair of sunglasses.

  “Breakfast? I know a place.”

  ****

  After quickly getting dressed and taking a short shower, Teresa sat next to James in his aging car, trash clattered around in the back seat as she fell back into a strange rhythm. She immediately fell back into the memories of the car. The car they drove back and forth from family vacations to college. The same car he had driven her to her internships and the airport in. It was a car she knew well and didn’t realize she had missed.

  “So, like I said, after I went to my room I hung out in there for a while until Liz came and got me. I didn’t want to ruin your party experience more than I had, but I guess I did.” James looked over at Teresa who was staring out the window. “You had gotten pretty drunk by the time Liz got me and you were hitting on one of Mike’s priest friends.” James chuckled and adjusted his glasses. “You kept whispering, just because God is playing goalie, doesn’t mean I can’t score.” Teresa laughed at her own joke and slumped lower into her seat.

  “Christ, I don’t remember that.” They both pause for a moment. “Well, not Christ. Shit I suppose.” They laughed together until Teresa realized where he was taking her for breakfast. He’s taking her to the coffee shop she works in. She had the day off but surely someone would give her grief for being there. Especially looking like how she looked now and being with the man she avoided a week ago.

  “Hey, so, uh, where are we going?” James looked over at Teresa with a smile on his face.

  “We’re going to that little coffee shop we used to go to when we were in college. I heard it’s only gotten better since I’ve left.” James turned and pulled into the parking lot, his car rumbled slightly as he parked in a parking spot in front of the shop.

  “Well, I’m not feeling so great, so can you just grab me a coffee to go?” James leaned over and opened her door.

  “Nonsense, we’re going in.”

  James got out of the car and walked around to her side of the car where he stood, waiting for her to get out. Slowly, she stepped out, accepting James’ hand to help her out. James led the way and held the door to the cafe open for her as she removed her sunglasses and walked inside.

  She scanned the workers at the registers and knew each and every one of them. She strode up to the register and whispered to the young girl working there, the same girl she had made cover for her when James came in a week ago “You don’t know me,” she whispered quickly. James stood behind her and leaned forward.

  “Order what you want, I can pay.” The young girl behind the register looked at James and then back at Teresa. “Oh, hey, how are you? You were my barista last time I was here. How are you?” The girl looked back at Teresa like a deer in the headlights. She began her spiel timidly.

  “Have you been here before or would you like a minute to look at the options?” Just then, Teresa’s manager emerged from the back room and stepped up to the register, taking over for the young girl who sighed loudly.

  “Come on, you know Teresa. One of our best employees.” Teresa’s eyes screamed for her to stop and she panicked for a moment, waiting for James to respond. James merely leaned forward, his hand rested on the sma
ll of her back and he pushed her forward a tiny bit.

  “I know you’ve gotta know, what’s the best thing to cure a hangover?” Teresa let out her breath and turned around, shocked.

  “You know I work here?”

  ****

  “I honestly didn’t mean for it to be a malicious joke,” James said in between chewing his egg and bacon breakfast sandwich. Teresa sat back in her seat, sipping on her coffee, she had put her sunglasses back on to avoid his gaze. “I came in here a week ago looking for you actually.”

  “When did you find out,” she asked, taking a sip of coffee, ignoring the scalding heat.

  “When I was thinking about moving back I heard rumors that you were working here and that the other job fell out. I didn’t really know what happened and I wanted to reach out, but you were with someone at the time and it didn’t seem appropriate.”

  “You could have said something.” Teresa looked away and saw her manager standing nearby, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. “I mean, that job was the reason we...you know.”

  “Well, every time I thought about reaching out I would think of how bad I was hurt and I would talk myself out of it. But last night Mike reminded me of something.” Teresa sat forward in her seat and took her sunglasses off. “He reminded me of what I told him the first day I saw you.”

  James took another bite of his sandwich and put it back on the plate, using a napkin to wipe away some of the crumbs and butter from his hands and lap. As he finished chewing, he took a sip of his iced coffee and sat back.

  “The first day of school was the first day I laid eyes on you. One of those goofy orientation events. I was in a group with Mike and you walked by us as we were talking about god knows what and I told him: that girl is going to ruin my life.” Teresa leaned back offended.

  “The hell, James? Why’re you doing all this then if you think I’ll ruin your life?” She turned in her seat as if to stand up but James reached out and grabbed her hand.

  “Because I told him that I couldn’t wait. To love unconditionally means that sometimes you get hurt. We both acted stupid. We were young though. We made some poor decisions, but we both still had so much growing to do.” He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hand off her cup, intertwining their fingers. “I know now that I just want to continue growing with you.”

  Teresa glanced over at her manager who gave her a small thumbs up and walked away smiling. She looked down at her coffee and looked back up at James.

  “I was hoping you would say that.”

  ****

  James could not have driven fast enough to get back to his apartment as fast as they actually wanted to get there. Teresa had often wondered about the benefits of teleportation and if it would make sense, but after they had decided to give “them” another chance the only thing she wanted was to immediately be in bed, naked and alone, with James. It was obvious he felt the same way as well because yellow lights might as well have been green lights at the speed he was taking them and the tires squealed on each turn as if they were driving a formula one race car.

  They got back to his apartment complex and sped towards a car that was backing out of a spot near the front of the building. By the time he had thrown the car into park and engaged the parking brake, Teresa was already out of the car, standing by the door to the building waiting. She was dancing slightly, like a small child that needed to go to the bathroom. She smiled widely as he ran towards her that she had to squeeze her face to stop because her cheeks were beginning to hurt.

  He grabbed her as he ran by, his arm caught her on the lower back pulling her along, his other hand held his keys and fob, which he waved in front of the door. Hitting the handicap door button, he spun around and kissed Teresa as the door opened. Walking backwards, lips still locked together passionately, he pulled her inside.

  Without looking they blindly stumbled towards the elevator, hitting both call buttons. Her hands unbuttoned his top as his hands were firmly planted on her ass, hands squeezing and massaging. The elevator bell dinged and he pulled away, shoving her inside. Teresa playfully threw herself harder into the back wall of the elevator and James pounced inside following her as the doors closed.

  The doors closed and Teresa jumped into James arms, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her arms pulled his shirt off his back and she threw it into the corner. James pressed her against the wall of the elevator and passionately kissed and bit her neck. Teresa loudly moaned and asked for more, his hands travelled up her back from her ass and pulled her hair. She moaned his name and the elevator bell dinged again. For some reason the doors slid open.

  James and Teresa stopped abruptly. Teresa looked over his shoulder to see an elderly woman standing in the doorway, the elevator still in the lobby. With Teresa still wrapped around his waist, James slowly turned around and looked at the lady as well. She chuckled and leaned into the elevator. She pressed the “door close” button and waved at them.

  “Don’t forget to pick the floor you two,” she called after them as the door closed.

  They both laughed and James walked to the elevator panel, Teresa let go off him with one hand and clicked the button for his floor. The elevator shook for a moment and began to ascend. They laughed for a moment to themselves before James gently slammed Teresa back into the wall, his hands now back on her ass.

  James’ teeth pulled at her shirt, and kissed her neck as the elevator rose. Her nails created a topographical map of passion on his back until the elevator stopped and the door opened, thankfully it was on the correct floor this time and no one was waiting for them on the other side. Teresa let go and jumped down, snagging his shirt from the corner of the elevator. James pretended to chase her through the halls until they reached his door.

  James fumbled with the keys for a moment as Teresa pulled and unfastened his belt. She pulled it completely out of his pant loops and threw it around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

  “I can’t see the lock,” he mumbled through locked lips and she released him, giggling. He finally unlocked the door and swung it open. He tossed his keys in the direction of the bowl by the door, but completely missed. Teresa was pulling him now, she knocked over empty beer cans and red solo cups as she made her way across the apartment.

  She pushed into his room and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it off of her. She fell back into the bed and raised her legs and butt up so that James was able to deftly pull off her leggings. He didn’t fold them this time, instead he tossed them onto the floor, her clothes mixed in with his own and formed a pile at the end of the bed.

  They were both naked now, Teresa laid in the bed, shimmying up slightly higher, but James stopped and stood for a moment, watching her intently, studying her body. Teresa looked concerned and tried to cover herself with the blanket.

  “Wait, what’s wrong? I know it’s been a few years, but I mean-” James grabbed the sheet away from her and threw it across the room towards the desk.

  “Stop, I’m just taking this in. This is better than all the fantasies I’ve had over the past two years.” Teresa relaxed and James slowly approached her, carefully sliding in on top of her. He kissed her forehead gently and proceeded to kiss her cheeks, lips, and ears. She giggled and looked back at him.

  “What’re you doing, James,” Teresa asked, not irritated by the show of affection, but it certainly seemed out of place seeing the way they got into the building.

  “Just remembering your taste. That’s all.” James kissed her, their lips forming a perfect seal, as if they were made for each other, their kisses forced their bodies to contort and intertwine. One hand grabbed her by the back of the neck, just like she remembered, the other hand rested over her shoulder, holding him up above her slightly.

  He began to kiss her neck, and she kissed his as his strong hand forced her head back and forth so that he could kiss both sides. She resisted slightly, but just to tease him. After a few moments of kissing and biting, she flipped him over on his back
and mounted him.

  Her pussy was already moist by the time she started to rub herself on his hard dick. She didn’t let him slide inside her yet, but took the time to tease her own clit and the tip of his cock. His hands lifted off the bed and each grabbed a tit, they each were bouncing slightly with each of her thrusts. His fingers cupped them perfectly, pinching her nipples slightly, causing her to let out a low moan.

  Teresa raised up on her knees and took his dick in one hand. She bent down and flicked her tongue on the head of his cock. James shook for a moment as a wave of pleasure swept over him. She spit on his dick and rubbed the shaft, as he reached down still grabbing her tits. Teresa took the tip into her mouth and allowed her tongue to play with his dick as she continued to rub his cock with her free hand. James moaned loudly for a few moments, and with one hand brushed her hair away from her face so that he could watch as she played with his dick.

  After a moment she raised back up and remounted him, his hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her close. She took his throbbing cock in her hand and slid it into her pussy. She rested back onto her legs slowly and James watched as his dick disappeared inside her. Teresa very gently started rocking back and forth, her warm pussy fit like a glove over James’ dick. He joined in as well, rolling his hips into her hips.