ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult)

by Aisha Brooks

  Matt was crushing her with his weight, holding her tightly, trying to reach deeper into her, forcing his cock in and out of her until he finally came inside her. It felt as if he was shooting cups of cum inside her, continuous jets of cum. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

  “How was that for a game?”

  “Fucking awesome,” she said.

  “Wanna play another game?”

  “Later, maybe,” she said.

  “Are you sure you can take it?”

  “Oh Matt, I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too.”

  Matt got up and put on a silk robe. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room.

  A few minutes later, Matt arrived. He clearly had something on his mind, something different than the things he had done before. His eyes were sparkling, and he was smiling. Not a savage grin, not a seductive smile, but a genuine and warm smile. He was smiling, taking each step deliberately as he walked towards her. She did not know what to expect.

  He got in front of her, then got down on one knee. Her heart began pounding. ‘This can’t be real,’ she thought. ‘This can’t be happening.’

  He took her hand in his and popped the question.

  “Cynthia Dyson, my love, will you marry me?”

  The Billionaire’s Secret Baby

  A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance

  This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.

  This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!

  It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!

  Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.

  In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!

  © Aisha Brooks

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1: A Day In The Life

  Chapter 2: Can’t Buy Me Love

  Chapter 3: Fixing A Hole

  Chapter 4: Helter Skelter

  Chapter 5: Baby You’re A Rich Man

  Chapter 6: Getting Better

  Chapter 7: Free As A Bird

  Chapter 8: Demi’s On The Run

  Chapter 9: Alex Hires A PI

  Chapter 10: Reunited

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1: A Day In the Life

  Demi approached the edge of the ghetto with trepidation. It had been four years since she had successfully managed to leave the ghetto, and she wasn’t too keen on going back.

  The place held for her terrible memories of the poverty she had endured as a child, of how the only times she ever saw her father was when he stumbled home drunk and passed out on the sofa, and how her mother dealt with her father by sleeping around.

  Demi had endured a truly difficult childhood, and it was with great difficulty that she had been able to get herself out of the ghetto. However, it was her mother’s birthday today. She couldn’t avoid going home this time, not without truly hurting her mother’s feelings.

  As she entered the ghetto where she had spent her childhood, her fancy car seemed to attract a lot of attention. Demi wasn’t worried though, as most of the people in this neighborhood were her friends. Still, it seemed to place a barrier of sorts between her and the people around her. It was as though the fact that she was no longer poor made her somehow fundamentally different from the people she had grown up with, the people that had not been as lucky as her and who hadn’t been able to make it out of the ghetto the way she had.

  Demi parked her car in front of her parent’s house and exited the vehicle. She could hear the sounds of the party from the backyard; it seemed as though the party had started early. Demi entered the house and saw her cousin Chantelle filling a jug up with water in the kitchen.

  “Hey Demi baby!” said Demi’s cousin, approaching her and giving her a one armed hug with the other arm balancing the full jug of water. However, despite the warmth of her greeting Chantelle eyed Demi’s clothes with a mixture of disapproval and envy.

  Demi looked at the dress she had worn. It was expensive, which was probably why Chantelle looked at her that way. Deciding to ignore it, Demi proceeded to exit the house into the backyard where she was greeted by the tumult of her mother’s birthday party.

  Practically every member of her family was present, which was nice in a way because she missed them when she felt lonely back at her home in Manhattan. This suburb of Queen’s may be dirty and poverty was rampant here, but in a way this place despite all its flaws still felt like home.

  “Demi!” said the voice of her mother.

  Demi turned to the direction from where the voice came and saw her mother rushing towards her, a smile on her face. The pair embraced, and then Demi’s mother turned her back on her daughter and headed to a strapping man that she seemed very interested in.

  Demi realized that she did not know where her father was, so she approached her mother and asked, to which she got the response, “Oh somewhere in the house sleeping off his latest drinking binge.”

  When Demi asked her mother who the man she was with was, she responded, “Just a friend, can’t I have friends?”

  After enjoying the party as best she could, Demi decided to head home. As she drove off, she realized that the reason she did not enjoy visiting her parents was that she no longer felt that she belonged in that world. She felt as though she had to be different from whom she truly was. She was somewhat surprised by this, because she had expected the complete opposite. Home was supposed to be where she could take her mask off, as she often felt as though she had to be someone that she was not at work as well and with her city friends in order to fit in.

  As Demi entered her apartment building and got into the elevator, she realized that she was unhappy. She had a decent apartment, certainly better than her home back in the ghetto in any case, and a nice car, yet she was not satisfied with this life of constantly struggling to pay bills, of constantly being alone.

  As she entered her apartment, poured herself a drink and sat down on her sofa, she wondered at why that was, and finally came to a conclusion.

  She was unhappy because she did not feel like she belonged anywhere. She had money and success, but she had no one that loved her unconditionally. She decided that wallowing in her misery was not good for her, so she put her coat back on and decided to go for a walk in central park in order to clear her head and relax.

  Chapter 2: Can’t Buy Me Love

  “I’ve been feeling unhappy,” said Alex to his best friend and the Chief Financial Officer of his company, Juan. “How come?” asked Juan, ever concerned for his brilliant friend’s happiness. “It’s Karen,” said Alex, “I don�
�t think it’s going to work out between me and her.”

  “That’s sad to hear, man,” said Juan, “But it’s not like you were in love with her or anything, right?”

  “That’s just the thing!” said Alex, “I might have been in love with her, but our relationship was far too fickle for any kind of emotional bond to form. All she cared about was my money. Every day it was something new. A new car, a diamond ring, a dress because her friend’s boyfriend had bought her one, every day she wanted something else. I mean, it’s not that spending the money bothers me, it’s just that I wish there was some emotional bonding as well.”

  “Don’t worry bud,” said Juan, “The right one will come along. You’re still only thirty three, you’ve got plenty of time to find the one!”

  “I hope you’re right,” said Alex, “I’m getting tired of women playing around with me.”

  Juan left the office, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. It hadn’t been easy building his technological empire, even for a computer genius such as him. However, Alex was a hard worker, and was now a billionaire at thirty three, an impressive feat by any measure. However, despite the luxury that such a high net worth afforded him, it came with its own set of unique problems.

  One specific problem that Alex faced was with women. Not only was Alex rich, he was also quite attractive, or so the many women in his life told him. This meant that women in his life were hardly in short supply. However, the quality of women was sorely lacking in his opinion. He attracted mostly the kind of women that were interested in his money, and wanted to get as many expensive gifts out of him as possible.

  Although he never minded this initially, as time passed it started to annoy him that his money and looks, two quite fickle aspects of him, were the only things that made him attractive to women.

  Alex often wondered if he would ever find a woman that he could settle down with. Certainly a woman that was only interested in his money was never going to make a suitable wife, let alone a suitable mother. And if there was one thing that Alex was sure of, it was that he wanted to have children and be a father. At thirty three, he certainly had plenty of time, but he really did not want to be too old to be a proper father by the time he got to have kids.

  What, then, was the solution?

  That night, after leaving the offices of his company, Alex decided to go to dinner with his friend Juan and talk his concerns out with his childhood best friend. As the pair of them drove to their favorite restaurant, Alex pondered how he would begin discussing such a sensitive matter with Juan.

  “Juan,” said Alex tentatively, “Growing up as an orphan makes you look at the world differently than other people do.”

  “I know,” said Juan, “But you ended growing stronger than everyone else. Not having a support system to fall back on made you smarter and more cunning than the rest of us that grew up with silver spoons in our mouths.”

  “That’s just the thing, though,” said Alex, “I’m not strong and smart because my parents died when I was two years old, I am the way I am because I worked hard at it. I knew that, to be successful, I would have to be a certain way, I would have to put on a veneer of assertiveness and calculation.

  “So what are you trying to say?” asked Juan.

  “I’m trying to say that children should be born with silver spoons in their mouth,” said Alex, “It is the right of every child to grow up in a loving household, to have a support system to fall back on.”

  “I never had a father,” Alex continued, “I don’t have any family at all. I just have you, and the women I sleep with. I want a true family, I want to be a father to a child and treat it the way every child should be treated. But how can I do that if I do not have a woman that can be the child’s mother?”

  The pair continued their discussion on the matter as they handed the keys to Alex’s car to the valet and entered the restaurant.

  “Why is a mother so important?” said Juan, “Plenty of children grow up without mothers!”

  “It’s not just about the child,” said Alex, “How can I have a child if I don’t have a woman that is willing to become pregnant with me? Who would be willing to at the very least go on that journey with me?”

  “Here,” said Juan, writing a number down on a paper napkin, “Call this number. These people can help you find a surrogate that will carry your baby for you for some money.”

  Chapter 3: Fixing A Hole

  Demi strolled through central park, admiring the beauty of the trees around her as well as the sound of bird song in the air, which smelled fresh and natural the way central park always did. Demi eventually found her way to a bench where she sat down and sighed, feeling slightly better than she had before, although she had still been unable to find a solution to her loneliness.

  Suddenly, Demi heard a sound she had not heard in several months, the sound of a co worker that had been on maternity leave.

  “Demi!” said the voice, and Demi turned to see her co worker Astrid.

  “Astrid!” said Demi, happy to have run into a familiar face, “How are you? How is the pregnancy coming along?”

  “The pregnancy is coming along great!” said Astrid, rubbing her swollen belly, “I’m due next month!”

  “That’s… that’s wonderful,” said Demi, somewhat tentatively. She was looking at Astrid and she was surprised. Her co worker had never been a particularly beautiful woman, unlike Demi who was often called extremely beautiful by the men around her. However, looking at Astrid now, Demi was shocked to see her looking positively gorgeous. Her skin was glowing, her hair seemed thicker and shinier, and her breasts were fuller and plumper. Even her pregnancy bump from the baby that was inside her seemed attractive, it made her look more womanly than ever and that was incredibly sexy. Overall, Demi was shocked at just how much pregnancy had changed her friend.

  “You look absolutely beautiful,” said Demi, with more awestruck envy than warmth although there was no malice in her heart. “Why thank you Demi!” said Astrid, “What a lovely thing to say!”

  Taking a closer look at Demi, her co worker saw that she had tears in her eyes. “Sweetie!” said Astrid, “Are you okay?”

  Demi buried her face in her hands and sat back down on the bench. Her co worker sat down next to her and started rubbing her back to comfort her. “What’s wrong honey?” asked Astrid, “Why’d you get so upset all of a sudden?”

  “I’ve just been a little lonely I guess,” said Demi, wiping her eyes and collected herself. “It’s just been work and more work for me. I haven’t had a boyfriend in the longest time, I don’t really relate to my family members, I don’t relate to anyone in the city. It’s like I don’t belong anywhere. But when I saw you, I thought that maybe I should have a baby because you look so happy and beautiful and I want that you know?”

  “So what’s the problem honey?” asked Astrid.

  “It’s just that…” said Demi apprehensively, “I want a baby so bad but I don’t have a boyfriend let alone a man in my life that I’d be willing to have kids with, or who I’d be willing to have kids with. Not to mention the fact that I just can’t afford to keep a baby. I mean, I’m better off than I was in the ghetto but I’m not rich by any measure.”

  “I still don’t see the problem, sweetie,” said Astrid, “A child doesn’t need to have a father, there are plenty of women in this world that raise children on their own!”

  “What are you saying?” said Demi, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.

  “I’m saying that you should try to get a sperm donor!” said Astrid, “Become a surrogate mother for somebody! It not only will get you what you need, it will help you out financially as well!”

  “Really?” said Demi, “That actually sounds like a pretty great idea!”

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  Elsewhere in the city, Alex was speaking to a woman that was representing the agency he was going to give his sperm to. The woman was quite sexy, with her hair done up in a bun and her glasses perched on her nose. She had
an extremely sexy librarian type look.

  Alex had told her all of the details that pertained to this transaction, and had paid the fee of 15,000 dollars. He had even chosen the woman that would become the mother of his child, a beautiful blonde that was struggling to become a model, a woman with very good genes who actually needed the money he was going to give her.

  Now that all of the sordid details out of the way, Alex was sitting and chatting with the sexy woman that had taken all of his details, ready to give his sperm sample in the room that had been set aside for it. However, judging by the way the woman was talking to him and the way she was sitting, she was extremely attracted to him.