by BWWM Club
“Lateisha! Where are you going?” John asked suddenly behind her.
Where did he come from so fast?
“I was, uh, heading out for a quick coffee. Do you need anything?” Why did she ask that when she knew she wasn’t coming back?
“No. I just needed to see you a moment in my office. It’s important.” He had a strange look on his face and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.
With a frown she realized she was probably being fired her first day of work. Nice.
“I’ll be right back. I promise.” Dammit, why did she say that?
“It really can’t wait,” John said, rubbing his face anxiously.
John was a rather attractive man, and if she wasn’t head over heels for Bryce she may have been attracted to him. Maybe Becky would be interested… No, she wasn’t coming back here ever again.
“John, er, Mr. Wilson, I really have to run out for a moment but I’ll be back soon.” Lateisha turned and grabbed the door handle ready to pull.
“I can’t let you leave, Lateisha.” John grabbed her arm and a nervous shiver wracked her body.
What was going on? Did he think she did something wrong? Lateisha turned and looked at his hand on her arm and he moved it quickly with a sheepish look on his face.
“I’m sorry for that,” he motioned to her arm with his head. “But well, Bryce asked me not to let you leave.” A mild flush filled his cheeks and John turned away from her for a moment.
Anger and shame flooded back and Lateisha turned on John. “Oh he wants me to wait, does he? Tell him I said he can kiss my ass! I’m not waiting around for shit. Not after what he did to me. I should have never signed those damn surrogacy papers or moved in with him and quit my job. Now what do I have?” Lateisha began to sob uncontrollably, something she could only attribute to pregnancy hormones.
“Lateisha,” John said softly. It unnerved her. He hadn’t done much but yell since she started that morning.
“Just let me leave. Please.” She knew she looked pathetic but at this point she didn’t care.
Without protest, John stepped aside and Lateisha marched from the door with her head held high. Once in the elevator the waterworks began again. This time she was unable to stop them and she wasn’t sure how she would make it home this way. The elevator jerked to a halt and Lateisha stepped from it when the doors slid opened. The lobby was of course swarming with people and Lateisha looked like someone had just run over her cat. Smoothing her skirt down and fixing her hair, Lateisha walked through the lobby, ignoring the few stares and whispers that were following her. A noise from the other end of the lobby caught everyone’s attention and they soon ignored her.
“No! Please let me speak to my fiancé. Bryce! Bryce help!” A woman was yelling at the top of her lungs and it was echoing in the marble lobby.
Unable to curb her curiosity, especially since the woman was yelling Bryce’s name, Lateisha stopped short of the exit and looked back. It was Rachel, she was being escorted from the building by two police officers and she was fighting them and screaming. Her perfectly blow dried blond hair was disheveled like a lions mane around her head. Confusion made Lateisha rock back on her heels. What was going on? Where was Bryce and why was this woman being led away in handcuffs? Lateisha didn’t have to wait very long for her answer. A loud bang from across the room in the direction of the stairwell made her jump. Bryce came barreling from the door, sweat dripping from his forehead and his usually perfectly crisp and pressed suit rumpled, his suit jacket missing altogether. His usually slicked back, prim and proper hair was wild around his face. Lateisha was more confused than ever. Was he running to save Rachel from being arrested? What could have happened after she left the office that resulted in her being led away in handcuffs? Lateisha watched Bryce and he caught her eye. Instead of running past her to where a still shrieking Rachel was being led out the revolving door, Bryce ran towards Lateisha. He stopped in front of her and leaned over with his hands on his knees, panting.
“My God, Lateisha. I didn’t think I would catch you before you left, especially when John called me and said that you yelled at him and then left the office.” He bent over again, gasping for air, his face unnaturally red.
“I didn’t yell at him.” Despite what happened, Lateisha still cared about Bryce and he did not look well. “You look like you’re going to pass out, please sit down, Bryce.” She grabbed his arm and led him to a love seat set up in the corner of the lobby.
A crowd had begun to gather, but the security guards in the front ushered people away from them. “You have to believe me, Lateisha. I’ve never so much as touched Rachel let alone was engaged to her. She’s just my pushy assistant. I thought she was harmless until today.” Bryce stopped, gasping for air. One of the security guards handed him a cup of water and he gulped it down.
“Why should I believe you? She was all over you and she knew about the baby. She said when you were through with using me for what you wanted I would be thrown out like the trash.” Rage began to build in Lateisha again and she stood, ready to leave Bryce panting on the love seat alone.
He reached for her. “Please sit down and let me finish.” Lateisha sat. “After you stormed out, Rachel told me she slept with the security guard, Dale Winters, in order to obtain security footage of you and me having sex in my office. She wanted to use it to bribe me and to force you away from me. She thought you and I were having an affair, Lateisha. That’s what she meant. No one else besides John knows about our baby. And that’s why I had her arrested today.”
Lateisha’s mouth gaped open like a cod fish. She was wrong, about everything. The man she loved wasn’t engaged to someone else and playing her. He was sitting right in front of her, dripping wet with sweat and beet red from running to catch her before she left. The part that made her convinced he felt the same way about her as she did about him was that Bryce never let down his prim and proper, raised in Britain, rich boy act for anyone. But here he was, covered in sweat with wild hair, sitting in the lobby of his own building, oblivious to those that surrounded him and explaining to her why she shouldn’t run away from him. Lateisha’s chest ached with how much that meant to her, and what she did next showed Bryce exactly how much. Ignoring the periphery of people that security was holding back, Lateisha scooted closer to Bryce and wrapped her arms around him, her mouth seeking his and cutting him off mid sentence. Instead of balking or pulling away, Bryce pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. That’s when Lateisha knew he loved her too.
Seven months later...
Ripping the last bit of wrapping paper from the gift, Lateisha stood, her hand flying to her aching back. She looked down at the pile of gifts around her and smiled. Her baby shower had been the best occasion she ever experienced. Besides her wedding. Moving her hand from her back to her rounded belly, Lateisha stooped to start gathering the remains of the unwrapped gifts and shoved them into a bag.
“What are you doing?” Bryce asked, snatching the trash bag from her hands.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m cleaning up.” Lateisha growled, snatching the trash bag back from him.
Bryce held up his hands and stood back, he knew at this point it was better not to argue and let her just continue. “Later, you will be complaining about your back and don’t expect me to rub it.”
“I do and you will,” she replied with a wink.
Gathering the remnants of wrapping and tissue paper and shoving them into the bag, Lateisha thought back to the day when Bryce and she stopped pretending and finally declared their love for one another. After Rachel was led away and the crowd dispersed, Bryce and Lateisha, arm in arm, made their way into the limo that was waiting with Gerry at the curb.
“I’m so sorry, Bryce. I just thought…”
Bryce held up a hand to stop her. “Rachel was a good actress but she was crazy and luckily for me, my dad wired that office from top to bottom with surveillance cameras.” Lateisha grimaced with disgust.
“But not the bathrooms!” Bryce added quickly and her face relaxed again.
“I still want to apologize to you for how I behaved.” They stopped outside next to the limo, the cool fall air whipping around them. “I’ll be honest and tell you I was scared. I wanted you and the baby and it terrified me,” Lateisha admitted.
Bryce leaned in and kissed her passionately on the mouth. “I think I wanted you from the moment you walked into my office in your cheap pants suit.” Bryce chuckled and Lateisha’s face heated.
“Where do we go from here, Bryce?” Lateisha asked, anxiety about the future bubbling in her gut.
“We get married.” Bryce said grabbing her hands in his.
Shock made Lateisha gasp. “Are you sure?” She knew she wanted it, more than anything she had ever wanted before. But she had to know he wasn’t just doing this because of the baby.
“I’m more than sure. I’m going to call my lawyer and rip up those damn surrogacy contracts. Then I’m going to have him get us a marriage license to sign as soon as possible. What do you think about getting married this week?”
Lateisha’s head was spinning but she couldn’t think of anything better. “Yes! I’ll marry you this week.”
They stepped into the limo and Gerry closed the door, settling the partition in place once he entered. Bryce placed the call to his lawyer and within fifteen minutes he had planned their wedding.
“I never even asked if you wanted a big white wedding.” Bryce said at the last minute before they exited when the limo stopped in front of their building.
Lateisha shook her head. “I don’t. I just want to be with you.”
They took a minute to discuss the few guests and decided they would wed in the beautiful courtyard behind the Henderson building in two days. Giddy and floating, Lateisha followed Bryce inside of the building, feeling as if she were in a dream. Last week she was worried she would lose him and their baby and now they were getting married.
They hurried inside, still clutching each other’s hands. Once in the elevator, Bryce closed in on her, his mouth slamming against hers.
“I’ve been waiting to kiss you again until we got back to the penthouse but I can’t wait much longer.”
Lateisha moaned as he lifted her up, her legs encircling his waist and her skirt riding up. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her thin silk panties, the crotch of which was soaked through with her desire. They devoured one another with their mouths, their tongues entwining and sucking, mimicking the motions of sex. It wasn’t enough and Lateisha wanted more. Her hands roamed down over his strong back and he turned, pressing her back against the cold mirror on the elevator wall. His muscles rippled and moved under her finger tips as her hands made their way to his waistband. Yanking his shirt free of his slacks, she pulled it up in the back, trying not to break contact while undressing him. Bryce leaned back far enough for her to undo a few buttons and pull the shirt over his head. Before bringing her back to his chest he smirked and then grasped the lapels of her shirt and tugged, buttons flying everywhere.
Lateisha gasped. “That was an expensive shirt!”
“Paybacks’ a bitch, baby,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Lateisha laughed, but it was soon smothered by Bryce’s mouth on hers. There were still too many clothes between them and as best as she could, Lateisha reached down and undid Bryce’s pants using her hands and feet to push them to the floor. Bryce hiked her skirt higher, putting a hand between them and in one swift motion shredding her panting away from her.
“I hope you didn’t have an emotional attachment to those,” he whispered in her ear.
Lateisha was too turned on to answer, so instead she turned to meet his mouth with hers. Bryce groaned against her mouth, and with one hand supporting her body against the wall, he guided himself into her already dripping wet folds. Lateisha cried out, tossing her head back as far as the wall would allow. He felt so wide and hard and he stretched the walls of her pussy to the point that pleasure met with pain. Bracing a hand on the wall and one under her naked ass, Bryce began to pump slowly inside of her, the top of his dick hitting her g spot and the base rubbing her clit. The sensations were too much to handle and to keep from screaming again Lateisha bit down gently on his shoulder. She felt his dick twitch inside of her and Bryce growled so she softly raked her teeth over his neck. It was if she flipped a switch and Bryce began to speed up, thrusting harder and faster. Lateisha gripped his hips with her legs, her orgasm building. Stars burst behind her eyes as she came, sagging against the elevator wall. Bryce found his release after several more thrusts, growling out her name through gritted teeth.
Lateisha realized the elevator was stopped. At some point during their lovemaking Bryce had hit the stop button. He let her legs fall back to the ground, they were shaky but stable. He smacked the stop button and the doors slid opened at the doors to the penthouse just as Lateisha had adjusted her clothing around her. She started to walk ahead of him to the door but Bryce grabbed her.
“Who said I was done with you yet,” he said, tossing her over his shoulder fireman style.
Lateisha laughed loudly as Bryce hurried into the penthouse, slamming and locking the door behind him. He carried her back to his room and laid her on the bed gently.
“Now take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered, stripping off the shirt he had draped over his arms and undoing his pants again.
Lateisha obliged, tossing the remainder of her clothes to the floor and settling back against the bed. Bryce moved over her, pressing kisses from her shoulder all the way to her abdomen. That part moved her and he looked up and into her eyes.
“Our baby,” he said before lowering his head again to continue his journey south.
A shiver of love and arousal shook Lateisha at his words. She didn’t have time to dwell on them however because his lips settled on her center and she lost all train of thought. Bryce didn’t stop at kissing. He trailed his tongue from her entrance to her clit slowly and Lateisha gripped the sheets as her hips bucked upwards. Bryce continued his torturous slow path until Lateisha was ready to combust. She grabbed his hair in her hands and thrust her hips forward as if to give him the message that she needed more. Bryce obliged, speeding up and flicking her clit with his tongue. When his lips settled around her bundle of nerves Lateisha’s orgasm exploded, leaving her panting and sated. Ripples of orgasm were still quaking her inside when Bryce settled between her legs and plunged into her depths. This time he took it slowly, kissing Lateisha on the neck and face as he stroked her from the inside with his thick cock. Lateisha gripped his ass with her hands, needing to feel even closer to him. This time she felt not only physical pleasure but emotional. When her orgasm hit she screamed Bryce’s name, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling him to her. They came together this time, his dick twitching inside of her rippling channel.
Utterly exhausted and satisfied, Lateisha lay unmoving as Bryce stepped from the bed and returned minutes later with a cloth. He wiped her down gently and lay back down with her, gathering her in his arms.
“I love you, Lateisha.” He whispered in her ear.
“I love you too, Bryce,” Lateisha muttered, tears of another kind forming in her eyes.
They fell asleep that way together, and the last thing Lateisha remembered feeling was joy.
*****
Three days later, dressed in a long flowing white gown, Lateisha stood next to Bryce in front of a minister and made a vow to love and cherish him forever, until death parted them. Following the wedding the bride and groom and their fifteen guests returned to the penthouse for an intimate dinner party. By the end of the night Lateisha was exhausted but happy.
“I want to apologize,” Lateisha turned at the sound of Becky’s voice.
“For what?” She asked, wrapping her arm around her much taller friend’s waist.
“I was wrong about Bryce. I was wrong to not trust your judgment.” Becky
stared at Lateisha waiting for a response, a look of chagrin on her face.
“It’s alright, Becky. I love you anyway.” Lateisha turned to her friend and they embraced.
“I’d love to dance with my wife one last time before I steal her away from the city for awhile.” Bryce said, wrapping his arms around Lateisha’s waist.
Becky nodded, giving Lateisha a peck on the cheek and walking away. Bryce wrapped Lateisha in his arms and spun her around on the make shift dance floor they had constructed in the formal living room. She rested her head on his chest and let her eyes drift closed.
“You know, I saw Becky and John talking earlier. Maybe it’s time to play matchmaker?” Bryce laughed and winked at Lateisha who was now looking up at him with horror.
“Oh no, I’m not getting involved in that one,” she said resting her head back on his chest, happiness surrounding her.
*****
Lateisha smiled at the memory of her wedding day, but the feeling of happiness was cut short by a sharp pain to her abdomen. She doubled over, making sure not to cry out. Throughout the whole shower, off and on, Lateisha was having contractions. This one was sharper and was followed almost immediately by another. It was time to have a baby.
“Bryce!” She yelled, dropping the bag of trash and heading to her room to grab her overnight bag.
“What? What’s wrong?” He stepped from the walk-in, a towel around his waist and his hair dripping.
“It’s time. We have to go.” Lateisha hurried around the room throwing things in a bag and never looking back at Bryce.
“Time for what, baby?” Bryce looked at her with confusion.
“For the baby!” She yelled, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
“Oh my God!” Bryce yelled and he sprang into action.
The next thirty minutes were a blur. Between contractions, Lateisha remembered driving madly through the city, filling out papers and being rushed by wheelchair into a room. She was currently hooked up to an IV with an epidural and resting comfortably. Her labor progressed slowly but by early the next morning Lateisha was holding her baby. A curly haired baby boy with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
