Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story

by BWWM Club

  “What if I tried talking to them?” she suggested suddenly as the thought hit her.

  John looked at her as if she had lost her mind and then shook his head.

  “Oh come on!” she exclaimed. “What do we have to lose?”

  He finally agreed and said he would talk to them over the weekend and try to set up a meeting for her. “Don’t expect any miracles Rosa; they are very hard nuts to crack.”

  “Oh sugar, so am I,” Rosa beamed pulling his arms open so that she could slide in and rest her head on his lap. “Don’t underestimate the powers of a pregnant mama,” she added with a saucy grin. His face relaxed into an indulgent smile and he slid down on the rug and took her into his arms to hold her close to him. It did not matter what they said, he was never going to let her go or let anything come between them.

  Chapter 6

  The weekend did not go well. John had called and told them that he had something to tell them and they had told him to come over for dinner.

  He had always detested the dark and austere dining room and the formality of every meal. No matter how simple the fare, they always had to sit around the ten chair walnut dining table with only the chink of china sounding in the room. Today was no better and in desperation, after they were nearing the end of the meal, he told them. “I met someone and I am in love with her.” The china had stopped clinking so he guessed he had their full attention. His mother had tried her best to give him little formal hugs but he had never experienced a touch from his father.

  “Who is this girl?” his father finally spoke, his voice rough and accented.

  He told them about her and what she did and made sure to tell them how beautiful and ambitious she was, a desperate play on his part for them to accept her.

  “We marry our own,” he was told gruffly and looking at his mother he realized that she would be no help as usual, he was on his own. “You have your pick of perfectly suitable women in China who are your match in education. We will not approve of some American woman who works in a fast food restaurant,” he continued, his voice expressionless.

  “I don’t want some woman in China that I don’t even know!” He had raised his voice in frustration and pushed back from his seat. “I am not leaving her and besides she is pregnant with my child.” He desperately wished that the mention of a child would soften them up but it did not.

  “If you continue to see this girl we will take away the fine things you have gotten used to over the years!” his father had stood as well and his voice thundered around the room.

  *****

  Peter and Lucy Yang were old school. They had gotten married when she was sixteen and he was eighteen in a traditional Chinese wedding. The marriage had been prearranged and even though they had not married for love, it was a marriage that had sustained the years. They had built a fortune together, it was more of a partnership and it worked well for them.

  Peter was plain and stucco and his facial expression always carried a stern look that most people shied away from. Lucy on the other hand was tall, willowy and beautiful and their only son had gotten his looks from her and his height as well. She and her husband had separate bedrooms and they preferred it that way because they did not get in each other's way.

  Lucy Yang poured the tea into delicate white bone china cups and waved away the maid who had been imported from China and passed the cup to Rosa. They were seated inside the huge living room and the opulence of the room and the art lavishly displayed took her breath away. It was afternoon tea and she had taken time off from the restaurant to meet with his parents. John sat beside her and every now and then he would touch her arm briefly to remind her that he was there for her.

  John had told them that he had been seeing Rosa for some time and that she was carrying his child. Their expression had remained stoic and they had not said anything for the past several minutes.

  Rosa took a sip of the tea that had a relaxing taste to it and was thankful that her stomach had decided to behave.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Yang, John told me about the misgivings you have in terms of us raising a child together,” Rosa began, trying to downplay what John had told her about the scene. “But I can assure you that this is not some fling, we are in this thing together and you will come to realize that I am not a bad person after all.” She gave a weak smile.

  It was Lucy Yang who spoke in her quiet cultured voice with only a trace of accent. “Ms. Hurley, I am sure you are a very nice young woman,” the woman gave her a slight smile. “But we have a tradition and we marry our own kind. We want the best for our son and I am sure you appreciate that.” She poured more tea into the cup and Rosa felt her stomach churning. She wanted to rail at them and tell them she might not be as educated as they were but she could hold her own. How dare they put her down like that. But taking a deep breath, she drank down the tea and resolved not to let these narrow minded people upset her. She had chosen to be with John and she had to accept the good as well as the bad and it was not like she needed their damn money.

  There was no more talk about their being together and their having a baby together. She was asked politely about her restaurant and how she intended to find a way to fulfill her dreams.

  Rosa answered just as politely. She wanted so much to get out of there but she stayed, for John’s sake. He had started to argue but it made no difference and they left shortly after.

  The drive to his apartment was conducted in silence. Apart from the rigid curling of his hands on the steering wheel, his face was expressionless. Rosa did not know what to say to him and she did not want to project her feelings on to him to make him feel worse. They had made it plain as day, she did not belong to their family and even though she was carrying their grandchild it made no difference to them.

  He made her some soup as soon as they reached the apartment and had taken off their coats. It had been frigid outside and it was almost the end of January. They had been getting some heavy snow falls.

  “I am sorry,” he told her in anguish, kneeling before her and placing his head in her lap. “I am sorry to put you through that.”

  Rosa combed her fingers through his hair, her expression tender. “You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him. “It’s what they are used to John and I cannot resent them for it, well maybe I can but it’s what they know.”

  He stood up abruptly and started pacing the floor. “I hate how rigid they get!” he said tightly, his hands clenched. “This is supposed to be the happiest time of our lives and they ruined it for us.” He plowed his fingers through his hair and stood in front of her, his expression grim.

  She stood and her head felt dizzy and she swayed against him. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “What’s wrong?” his voice was urgent as he lifted her and took her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. “Vertigo,” she told him, placing a hand on her forehead as her eyes started to focus. “I got up too fast.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked her anxiously, peering at her face.

  “I am sure,” she told him softly, pulling him down on the bed beside her. “Can we forget about your parents for a little bit?”

  “What do you have in mind?” he asked her huskily, running a hand over her face.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she told him, one hand reaching down to cup him.

  He uttered a groan and moved against her hand. “No problem,” he ducked his head and captured her mouth with his, his tongue probing hers as his hand went to work reaching under her skirt. He slipped two fingers inside her, reaching deep and then pulling out to rub her vulva with the wetness he had encountered inside her. Rosa groaned and nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, drawing blood. He felt the sting go through him and he cried out as she pulled his lip into her mouth to suck the blood away. His erection bored through his pants and he felt as if he was going to burst with desire. With a sharp cry he released his penis and climbed on top of her. Both of them were still fully dressed but they could not take the time to get
out of their clothes, the need was so great.

  He entered her slowly at first but with an impatient movement, Rosa opened her legs so that he could get further inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her mouth. His lip was throbbing where she had bit him and just the thought of it made him thrust even deeper inside her.

  “You won’t,” she gripped his waist with her legs. “I want it fast,” she told him, her hands gripping his hair.

  With a tortured groan he complied and lifting her hips. He plunged inside her, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her fast against him. He pulled out to the tip, suspended above her before plunging back inside her. He wanted to crawl inside her and with a restless movement he shoved up her sweater to reveal a black lace bra, the hardened nipples pushing through. He feasted on her breast, his tongue licking as he thrust inside her. Rosa was out of her mind with desire and with a feverish moan she gripped his penis as he came out of her, her hand going over it and placing it against her opening. He was wet with her juice and she placed her fingers inside his mouth and then hers. He felt the build up inside his testicles and with a hoarse cry he pulled out her. “No!” she cried out but without a word he held his throbbing member in his hand and just as he was about to explode he plunged back inside her, gathering her hips to meet his frantic thrusts, his cries mingling with hers as the floodgates opened and threatened to engulf them.

  A few minutes later when he was able, he took off her clothes and his as well and carried her to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it cascade over their bodies. He bent down before her and with the water sluicing over them, he gently held her vulva between his teeth and used his tongue to curl over it. Rosa’s knees went weak and she gripped his hair as he cupped her body and slowly moved his tongue inside her. She felt every fiber of her being letting go and surrendering to his touch and with a moan she moved her body against his face. He released her and lifted her on to his semi erect penis; he placed her against the tiles and moved within her, building up as his erection lengthened and grew inside her. He took her lips with his and Rosa curled her fingers in his hair grinding her hips against his. They came together and stayed there while water coursed over their bodies and they held each other tightly as the passion and desire settled into a slow fire.

  They spent the night in each other’s arms. He had wiped her off gently with the towel and had slid a T-shirt over her head. She had decided not to put on any underwear and he was completely naked underneath the comforter. She settled inside his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. “Tired?” he asked her softly, stroking her back.

  “I should be,” she teased him. “After what you did to me both here and in the bathroom.”

  “You are the one who wore me out,” he told her mockingly.

  She raised her head to look at him. His lip where she had bit him in the fire of passion and she used a finger to trace the little bruise. “Does it hurt?” she asked him huskily.

  “Not right now,” he captured her finger inside his mouth and held on.

  “John we have to stop sometime,” she told him huskily.

  “Why?”

  “Because we just did it twice,” she protested as he slid on top of her.

  “I am insatiable when it comes to you,” he told her softly. His penis was pulsing between her legs and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath his chest. “When I am not around you, I think about you so much that it drives me crazy. I have never felt this way before Rosa and it scares me just a little bit.”

  She stared at him, her heart beating like crazy at his words. He had told her he loved her so many times and she had remained silent because she kept telling herself they still had things to sort out and she was afraid of him leaving her to take care of a baby; not that she was afraid of doing so but she was afraid of committing herself totally and being rejected down the road. “I feel the same way too.” She whispered; reaching up to cup his face gently. “I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she pulled his head down and ran her tongue over his lip before probing his mouth. He opened up and his tongue met hers slowly; his mouth moving over hers with a deep passion that told her how much he was feeling. He reached down and put his penis inside her, staying still as he savored her mouth, his penis pulsing inside her. Rosa lifted her legs and he started moving inside her and she moved with him; her arms wrapped around his neck.

  They slept with him inside her, shifting so that he would not be too heavy for her. Even after she had finally drifted off to sleep, flushed with his lovemaking. He was still awake, his arms around her and his eyes wide open. He loved her so much that he wondered if it was possible to love someone so much. He wanted this so much and he had to find a way to make it possible.

  *****

  “I can’t believe you are really pregnant,” Hayley stated, looking at her friend searchingly. They were at the restaurant and it was her lunch break. “You are not showing yet but you look positively radiant! And your boobs, I could really hate you right now.”

  “Do you also hate me for the morning sickness and not been able to keep anything down?” she asked her friend dryly. “This baby is sucking me dry honey.”

  “I still hate you,” Hayley pouted as she sipped her hot chocolate.

  The restaurant was slowly coming alive because of the lunch hour, but Rosa had discovered that since she had been pregnant she was getting tired easily and John had asked her very nicely to please slow down; he had wanted her to stop working entirely but she had asked if he was out of his blasted mind. Work gave her a sense of independence and she was not going to sit around and let some man take care of her.

  She told Hayley about his parents’ response. “You should see the mansion they live in Hayley and the artwork alone could keep my restaurant up and running for years.” Rosa shook her head and sipped her herbal tea. She was in her first trimester and the doctor had told her that after that she could basically eat whatever she wanted and not get sick. She certainly hoped so. John had become obsessive about her welfare. Both his cupboard and hers were stocked with healthy foods and since she had told him repeatedly that she was not ready to move in with him yet. He had stopped asking – for now.

  “Do you think they will come around?” Hayley asked her curiously.

  “I doubt it,” Rosa shrugged. “And the worse part of it is they told him they would disinherit him if he kept seeing me. I don’t want to have that on my head.”

  “You are not thinking of dumping the poor guy are you?” Hayley looked at her sharply.

  “I don’t know what to do,” Rosa said with a sigh. She had been doing so much thinking and had spent several nights at her apartment much to John’s dismay. “He is going to have to choose me and the baby over his parents and I am not sure how to deal with that.”

  “That’s rough,” her friend agreed. “I know it will work out.”

  “I hope so,” Rosa said contemplatively.

  *****

  Rosa frowned absently as she stared at the figures in front of her. She had been trying to work out how much it would cost to get her restaurant up and running. She was getting restless about her dream and she was tired of working for someone else; she wanted this to happen. She had put away a lot of savings but the fact remains that when she added up rent and the overheads she was still going to be short. It was frustrating and on top of it all she had a baby to think about. It didn't matter that John was there for her; how long was it going to be before he broke under the pressure of his family loyalty? He had told her he loved her several times but he was used to extreme wealth; was the love he had for her going to sustain him when all that was taken from him?

  It was so unfair. She thought in anguish, they had so much money and they were using that money as leverage over their son’s life, what kind of parents were they?

  He had called her earlier to find out if she was coming to his apartment later and she had told him yes because she wanted to talk to him.

  “Hav
e you eaten?” he had asked as he always did.

  “Aren’t you tired of asking me that?” she had teased him.

  “No,” he had answered her firmly. “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes dad,” she had answered with a sigh. “And before you ask what I ate, I will tell you that I ate a piece of grilled chicken and tomato soup and I had a craving for pickles so I ate that too.”

  “That sounds like a totally disgusting combination but as long as you ate, that’s all right,” he told her softly.

  “Thanks, I live to please,” she told him dryly.

  “What time shall I pick you up?” he asked her.

  “Around seven,” she answered.

  “Okay baby, see you later,” he told her.

  She returned to the figures in front of her and started to move around some figures again, a cheaper rent perhaps? She was going to stint on equipment, that she was determined not to do; but a cheaper rent meant a bad neighborhood and that would mean customer base would be of a certain type and maybe not able to afford what she had to offer. Her mother had offered to lend her the savings she had but Rosa had refused; there had to be another way and she had to find one fast. She automatically put her hand on her still flat stomach and smiled; the little one growing inside her made her want to fight to make her dreams possible.

  She went out to the eating area to make sure everything was ready for the dinner shift. The waiter needed reminding every day to make sure the tables were waxed and polished after the lunch hour, she did not tolerate a dirty restaurant and she made sure to enforce the rule.

  “The table in the corner needs cleaning Andre,” she told the young man impatiently. “I don’t need to be reminding you every few minutes.”

  He hurried to do her bidding and Rosa went into the kitchen to see about the dinner menu. She felt the dizziness assailing her again as soon as she reached the door and had to hold on to the door jamb to steady herself.