Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel

by Jamila Jasper

  “Want to sit down and have a glass of wine? It’ll take the workday edge off,” Victoria suggested.

  Craig couldn’t help but agree. After all, she was the boss’s daughter and who would he be to say no to her request? Plus, he thought Victoria was absolutely gorgeous.

  “Sure. I guess since I’m off the job, drinking couldn’t be so bad,” Craig said. He sat down and Victoria offered him a sip straight out of the bottle. Wine glasses were for the weak.

  Craig found this entire situation amusing. He was simply trying to say hello, and somehow he had been roped into sitting down and having wine with the New England Princess. Funnier than that, this rich little princess was African American. When he was younger, Craig thought all rich people were white. He couldn’t believe that he was working for a wealthy black family. He wondered what his parents would say about it. As was typical of the poor white people from his neighborhood, Craig’s family was extremely racist.

  They would be appalled at what he was doing. Craig didn’t give a damn what any of them thought. Their closed-mindedness was a huge part of the reason they still languished in poverty. Craig wanted to be the last of his family to have to experience that pain. That was why he was here at the Brooker Mansion anyway.

  Sitting down next to this girl who had never known the word “no,” Craig got a glimpse into a world that he so desperately wanted to be part of. Victoria Brooker certainly looked the part. Her dark skin had not a single blemish. She was wearing a full face of makeup, even though she was just lounging around the house. Her clothing was high-end in every way, from her J.Crew cashmere cardigan to her J Brand jeans. Victoria had large, dark brown eyes that slanted downward just a bit. Her nose was wide and flat and looked as cute as a button. Her hair was in fresh, long Senegalese twists that hit her waist. She smelled like deep, musky perfume, something similar to Chanel No. 5, but not quite it.

  As they drank silently together, Craig couldn’t help but crack a smile. This was all so absurd to him. What could he possibly have in common with this woman who had clearly never worked a day in her life? He wondered what on earth someone like that could possibly have to say.

  “So… Are you enjoying the evening?” Craig asked. The silence was getting to him. He needed to say something, at least make an effort to converse with this girl. She invited him to sit down, but she didn’t seem very intent on initiating any conversation.

  Victoria scoffed “Not at all. Things are going to shit. Have to go to the stupid party tomorrow, and my friends are being twats. Well, Rachel is being a twat. I guess that’s just who she is,” Victoria mumbled.

  The alcohol was getting to her. She was most certainly drunk. Drunk enough to spill all her hidden thoughts about her friends, at least.

  Craig thought this information was juicy enough to justify continuing to sit with her. What the hell am I doing. Craig thought to himself. He ignored his inhibitions and continued to converse with the little princess. He pressed Victoria more about her friends, the party her parents were forcing her to go to, and her various frustrations. He tried to fight back a smile this time. If he wanted to get to know what kind of problems the rich and wealthy had, it wouldn’t do to mock her.

  After venting for 25 minutes, Victoria’s mind went to a different place. You know how wine gets to you. After more than half a bottle, the world starts to look very different. You feel a little bit more romantic, a little bit more sleazy. Exactly that was happening to Victoria, and dirty ideas entered her mind. Craig was starting to look so sexy. Plus he was a great listener! This was almost like a first date… (Wine-brain was magnificent at twisting reality.) Was the idea that popped into her head wrong? Most certainly. If her parents found out, they would be beyond angry. Somehow, the thought of her parents anger made Victoria want to do it even more. Victoria had got it into her head that she should blow her gardener.

  In the middle of her sentence, Victoria stopped and made a sharp turn. “So, you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, right?” she asked. Craig was completely taken aback. He hadn’t seen that one coming at all. He was not even close to Victoria’s point of drunkenness.

  He answered truthfully, “No, I don’t.” That was enough for Victoria to make her move. It was shocking. Victoria actually hadn’t had sex with anyone in her life. But she knew how to give a damn good blowjob. In fact, she used blowjobs as a tool to string plenty of her old boyfriends around on never giving up the cookie.

  “Well, if you’re not too busy, I think I have an idea of something a little bit more fun we can do,” Victoria said. She let her hand wander over to his thigh and she grabbed it tightly. Craig got the message. He couldn’t really believe what was happening, but he’d had a fair amount of wine himself at this point. He didn’t know what exactly this girl had in mind, but he decided to go along with it just for the hell of it. Making decisions under the influence of alcohol was a bad idea for both Craig and Victoria. By chance, both of them tended to make their worst decisions after a couple drinks. Yes, Victoria was so irresponsible that she decided to give her gardener a blowjob just for the hell of it. Let’s just say alcohol is bad news for her all around.

  She got out of her chair and stooped between Craig’s legs.

  No fucking way. He thought to himself. Was he really about to get a blowjob from his employer’s daughter? Craig immediately knew sitting down for that glass of wine was a terrible idea. But he was in too deep. He’s already accepted her proposition, and now she was stooped between his legs, ready to perform. If he rejected her now, she could become angry and who knew what she would do. A bratty, wealthy woman on a path of vengeance was not what he wanted to deal with. Plus, it’s not every day you get a no-strings-attached blowjob offer after work. Before he could think this through any more, Victoria popped his cock out of his pants. Even in her drunken state, she was impressed. Craig was packing.

  His cock was at least 8 inches long and incredibly thick. It was gorgeous and circumcised, and the bulging red strawberry tip was oozing with pre-come. Victoria thought his cock looked incredibly delicious. She couldn’t wait to taste it. She slowly wrapped her hands around the base, gripping tightly. The moment Craig felt her soft hands touch his skin he was enveloped in ecstasy. Her hands were so soft it felt as if she hadn’t done a lick of housework in her entire life. (He wasn’t that far from the truth.) The feeling of her small hands wrapped tightly around him made him instantly hard. As his member filled Victoria's mouth, she moaned loudly. Her moan startled him, and she suddenly realized that she was blowing her gardener in plain sight. Even if it was dark, anyone looking down from the house could see her. Even Victoria’s drunken mind knew that was too risky...

  "Let's move over there," Victoria suggested, gesturing over to a shadowy corner where they had less of a chance of being seen.

  Craig obliged. He had no reason not to. He stood up and pressed his back against the dark wall. Victoria followed and dropped to her knees. She looked so sexy down there, kneeling before him. Craig couldn't believe this was happening. He had to admit that he hadn't gotten laid in a while, so stumbling onto the eager mouth of Victoria Brooker was better than he could have hoped for.

  Victoria plunged Craig's entire length into her mouth in one go. He grunted and threw his head back into the wall, almost injuring himself. Ouch. But she was that good. Victoria began to suck the life out of Craig. She took his entire length deep down her throat. She moaned as she used her tongue to slobber along his shaft. She flicked her tongue over his soft strawberry cock head. Craig had never had such a passionate blowjob.

  It wasn't just the fact that she was sucking him off with incredible vigor. She had such passion in her eyes. Her lips were stretched wide around his pulsing cock as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She never gagged once or emitted a single sound of displeasure. It was as if she felt at home with a dick in her mouth.

  Victoria upped the ante. She knew how to bring a man to his knees and take him by surprise, too. She used her s
pit-covered hands to grasp Craig's balls and massage each testicle slowly in her palm. Her hands were incredibly soft, causing his balls to feel like they were enveloped in a plush cloud. Craig hoped her mouth would touch his balls soon. Victoria was an expert at reading Craig and delivering exactly what he wanted.

  She kept her hands pumping his cock furiously and moved her mouth down to his velvety ballsack. She enveloped each of his testicles in her mouth and sucked on them ever so gently. Craig couldn’t believe this. She was fucking amazing. She was an expert at pleasuring him with both her hands and her mouth simultaneously. Craig felt his cock stiffen. He was about to bust. Victoria could tell, and for her final move she put his cock back in her mouth. She sucked him with increased pressure and moved her finger down to massage his perineum. It was taboo, but she knew that men liked it even if they were too afraid to ask. She massaged him slowly as she sucked the life out of him. Then, Victoria moved her finger even further back. She used her index finger to massage the area outside of Craig’s asshole. He couldn’t believe this was happening. As she let her finger push past his sphincter, Craig groaned. He couldn’t help himself. He had never had a woman be so bold and forward with him, especially someone he hardly knew, but he liked it. She wasn’t afraid to express her sexuality.

  Victoria’s finger was now fully lodged in Craig’s ass, and she continued to suck him off. It was too much for him to handle. He grabbed onto a handful of her braids and then grunted as he came in her mouth. Victoria felt the hot, sticky come squirting into the back of her throat. It was a feeling that she never grew tired of. Victoria wondered if actually having sex would feel as good as sucking dick. She wondered if she would ever find a guy worth of taking her virginity.

  Craig was taken aback after he came. Victoria pulled herself up onto her feet, smiling as she wiped the spit off her mouth. Craig all of a sudden felt nervous and possibly a little bit shy. He shoved his dick back into his pants and sit up quickly. He didn’t know what to say. He had just let his employers’ daughter suck him off in the shadows of her multimillion dollar mansion. He had known her for too short a time he let this happen. Craig thought that perhaps he wasn’t making the best first impression on this woman. It didn’t even occur to him to judge Victoria for jumping on him so quickly. He realized that she had quite a bit to drink. Regardless, Craig didn’t want to drag this out any longer. He knew he had to get out of there fast.

  “Um…I have an early work day tomorrow,” Craig muttered. Victoria was nonplussed. All she wanted to do was get into bed. What she’d done hadn’t quite registered with her, so she didn’t feel any of the awkwardness that Craig did. After all, he had considerably less alcohol than she did.

  “Sure. You should probably get out of here before my parents see you,” Victoria replied. She put her pack of cigarettes in her pocket and left one bottle out on the table. Someone would clean it up.

  Craig had to admit to himself that he was somewhat relieved she didn’t want any more out of him. He hastily left the property and returned home. Victoria stumbled her way back up to her bedroom where she crawled into bed fully clothed.

  Chapter 3

  Sunlight seemed particularly painful to Victoria on the day of the garden party. Waking up was the hardest thing in the world. Luckily, a well-versed party girl always has her supplies right on hand. Victoria reached for her nightstand and pulled out her Advil. she dry swallowed it. She was that well practiced at waking up with a hangover. It took a moment to realize why exactly she had woken up in her bed when the last thing she remembered was… blowing her gardener. As the thought entered Victoria’s mind, she was suddenly overcome with humiliation. Ew!

  She couldn’t believe she had done that. Victoria was completely humiliated. She rarely jumped into hookup situations at the drop of a hat, but this had happened. All of a sudden, she had been overcome with the need to suck his cock. And she had acted on it. In the light of day, it hardly seems so fun and spontaneous. Victoria felt irresponsible because her self-esteem had hit an all-time low. She knew this wasn’t funny, wasn’t something to be proud of. It was actually pretty gross. She felt incredible self-loathing. Everyone can relate to that one person they’ve hooked up who they absolutely wish they hadn’t touched.

  I’ve got to stop being such a slut. Victoria thought to herself. The worst part about it was that she kind of wished that she would run into her gardener again. Double ew! The last thing she wanted was to let him think that they had some kind of “thing” going on. Then she would never be able to get rid of him. Victoria got out of bed and took a hot shower. Between that and the Advil, her headache was starting to clear up. It was around 10 in the morning, and she wanted to get a little bit of breakfast before this garden party. Victoria paged downstairs and had one of the helpers bring her up a plate of eggs and bacon. There was nothing a good, hearty breakfast after a night of binge drinking couldn’t fix. Victoria shot off a couple texts to her besties.

  Tiffany had spent the past night with a new girl she was dating. Meanwhile, Rachel had decided to drive down to New York with her side piece. The girls always kept each other updated, but Victoria felt too embarrassed to tell them what she had done with the gardener the night before. That would stay out of the group chat.

  Victoria spent a long time getting ready. She put on a bright pink Lilly Pulitzer dress with white Jack Rogers sandals. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided to accessorize her outfits with a plain pink headband to match her dress. She was almost certain that her parents would approve. After spraying herself with some of her signature custom-made perfume, Victoria went downstairs.

  The moment Victoria’s father saw her coming down the stairs, his face screwed up in a scowl. Victoria was already used to that. He would go sometimes 5 to 7 days without seeing her, and every time he couldn’t muster up a single kind word to say to her. Before even saying hello or asking how she was, her father moved into controlling parent mode.

  “You had better go upstairs and change into something more appropriate. Every inch of your legs are exposed! Where are your stockings?” Harvey Brooker asked.

  Victoria was furious, but she maintained a calm demeanor. She couldn’t believe that she was 25 fucking years old and still had put up with this shit.

  “I’ll go change, Daddy,” she said.

  “Good,” Harvey Brooker responded. Hearing the commotion, June entered the family room. She looked disdainfully at Victoria.

  “Victoria, dear. What did I tell you about eating too much yesterday? You’re looking a little thick, dear,” June said.

  Victoria couldn’t believe her parents were being such assholes. She did not have time for this. She barely even wanted to go to the stupid party. She was about to turn around and leave so she could change her outfit when her father stopped her.

  “Victoria…we are not saying these things to be cruel to you. We want the best for you. We want you to have a nice life where you don’t work too hard. We want to give you everything. All we ask is that you dress appropriately and behave like a good daughter. Soon, you’ll meet a nice man and you can marry him,” Harvey said, flashing his daughter a big smile. Victoria wondered what on earth he thought her reaction would be.

  “I think I’ll go change, Daddy,” Victoria replied. She turned away and left the room. She knew if she stayed there for a moment longer she would be at risk of snapping.

  What is wrong with my parents? Victoria thought to herself as she entered her bedroom to change her clothing. She had put together this entire look and instead of encouraging her, they had simply torn her down. It’s no wonder I’m not independent, she thought to herself. How on earth could she be expected to have any self-esteem when they treated her like this? Victoria pulled on her stockings and then changed into a navy blue J.Crew dress that hit below her knees. For a bit of sass, she left on her pink headband.

  ***

  The garden party was in full swing. Victoria didn’t have all the details, but apparently her parents wer
e doing a good job raising money to send to Africa to fight Ebola. Victoria thought the whole thing was foolish. Why were her parents complicit in thinking of Africa as just some vast homogenous continent? What part of Africa was this stupid Ebola money going to, anyway? Did they even know? Whether or not they knew, they had raised well over $2 million already. It was packed. People had flown in on private jets from New York City, from Montréal, and from Arlington, Virginia. Apparently it was a big deal. Victoria understood where she got her socialite tendencies from.

  Victoria mingled and tried to stay closer to the hors d’oeuvres than her parents. Of course she would occasionally have to fake smile and make conversation with one of her daddy’s wealthy cronies. They were all so fascinated with her. The complimented her beauty and her grace. Victoria wondered what any of them would think if they knew what she had been doing the night before. Not so graceful now, I bet, Victoria thought to herself. Not only was Victoria essentially trapped at this party, she kept running into old white women who knew her from her childhood. “Dear Vicki!” they would all scream. Victoria hated that silly childish nickname. She wanted to get out of there fast.