Breathless 3: In Love With An Alpha Billionaire

by Greene-Dowdell, Shani

  "Oh, my God, Jacob, I’m cumming again," she said as she marked my back with her finger nails raking down my skin.

  The sharp pain from her nails sent me into a frenzy and over the edge I went as my growls joined her sweet moans. I fucked her harder until our orgasms rocked us both to the core. Neither of us could move after our last round of intense lovemaking, but I somehow found the strength to rollover without disconnecting our bodies. Our breathing slowed to normal as we held each other in silence. The love we felt for one another spiked volumes in our moment of silence while luxuriating in our love.

  *

  Destiny emerged from our bathroom after showering and getting dressed an hour later. I had showered in the guest bathroom and slid into a pair of pajama bottoms and house shoes, while she was dressed to the nines in a purple dress and heeled sandals. Her well-oiled skin seemed to be calling my attention to its sweetness. I stood behind her at the mirror while she was combing her hair. “You must not want to make it out of this house coming out here dressed like that.” I said.

  “Stop kidding around,” she said waving me away before adjusting her diamond necklace.

  I snaked my arms around her waist. “You know I don’t kid around about what I want.”

  “Jacob, I just got showered and got dressed,” she pouted. “Plus, Tasha will be here to pick me up any minute.”

  “In that case, I guess you’re saved by the bell,” I said as the doorbell chimed through the house.

  Within seconds, Lynetta’s voice chimed through the intercom system. “Miss. Destiny, you have a guest. A Miss Tasha Baker.”

  “She’ll be down in just a second,” I said, spinning her around to kiss her lips before letting her go.

  Instead of doing housework, I talked her into having some fun at the spa with Tasha. They also planned to spend some time going over the details of Montana’s birthday party that was fast approaching.

  Once Destiny swished her sweet tail out of our bedroom, I decided to call and check on my mother. “Hello, Mom… glad you answered,” I said, when she answered on the second ring.

  “Hi, Son, you called my number. Why wouldn’t I answer?”

  “Dad’s been trying to get in touch with you today and you weren’t answering your phone,” I said with a question in my voice.

  “Why would I answer the phone for him when he chooses to spend his time philandering with that woman?”

  “I would hardly call what Dad is doing philandering, Mom.”

  “I don’t expect you to take my side, Jacob. After all, you both are barking around the same trees.”

  “I didn’t call for all this extra conversation. I just wanted to make sure my mother was still alive and well.”

  “Well, unfortunately I haven’t croaked, so you and your father still have to deal with me,” she said bluntly. I heard the sound of glass clanking and light music in the background. “I just walked into the restaurant to meet Martha and Janice, I’ll call you soon, Jacob.”

  “Okay, I love you, Mom,” I said.

  Mom paused for a minute, as if she were thinking about her reply. “Same here, Jacob,” she said before hanging up. She had been brief, but I was glad she was hanging with her friends. The last thing I wanted her to do was sit around and sulk over Dad.

  Having sent my favorite girl on her way to a relaxing day and checked on my other favorite girl, I felt accomplished.

  Chapter 11

  Destiny

  When the Caged Bird Swings

  “I wish yo’ ass would stop smiling all the damn time. You remind me of how single and celibate I am. Two things I loathe at the moment,” Tasha said as we sat out on the patio at an eatery. The sun was shining through a few dubious clouds as we caught up on the planning for Montana’s birthday party coming up in a month.

  “Am I smiling? I didn’t even know,” I said, innocently.

  “Bitch, you know your ass is cheesing like somebody bought crackers up in here. I know you’re in love, but do you have to rub it in?”

  “Damn, Tasha, the hate and shade is so real today. Are you PMSing?”

  “I’m sorry, girl. Yes, I’m PMSing, horny, and everything else. Every dude I’ve met in the past two months ain’t been about shit,” she said taking a sip of her soda.

  “Sounds like you’re going through it, boo.”

  “It’s just another day in the life of Tasha Baker,” she said on a sigh. “How are you enjoying my city so far?”

  “It’s okay. A lot like Hotlanta in some ways with the heat, traffic, and people’s attitudes. I love my new house though.”

  “I bet you do,” Tasha said, taking another sip.

  “I feel like a queen on a throne with people cooking dinner, unpacking, helping with this and that. You know me, I’m still used to doing a lot for myself, so all of this will take some getting used to.”

  Tasha shook her head and laughed. “If those are all the problems you have, I don’t think you’ll have a problem overcoming them.”

  “On that I must agree,” I said as I picked up my glass and clacked it to hers. I then squeezed a piece of lemon into my tea, before sipping some of the heavenly fluid through my straw.

  “I can’t believe Montana is turning four already,” Tasha said.

  “Yep, and when I talked to her on the phone last week she was adamant that she wants a Doc McStuffins themed party. I’m cool with that and want to do something simple, but Jacob is intent on turning our backyard into Doc McStuffins’ own personal hospital, staff included.”

  “Girl, you know Jacob is extra.”

  “Exactly, he has gone so far as to contact Brown Bag Films to get copies of the original sketches so his assistant could get someone to craft life size costumes of Doc McStuffins and all of the other characters on the show. He’s also ordered six hours of the original Doc McStuffins character for the party, as well.”

  “Owweee! Montana is going to be stoked. Hell, I’m stoked for her.”

  “I’m stoked, too. I just want my kids to stay grounded. That’s going to be hard when they have everything they could ever want at their fingertips.”

  “Yeah, but you’re grounded so your kids will be, too. Is Montie going to fly in on Jacob’s jet with the kids?” Tasha asked with a suspicious looking grin.

  “No, why do you ask?”

  “Just wondering if he decided to take you up on the offer.”

  “He’s adamant about booking flights and paying for it himself. He hasn’t come around to the whole idea of using Jacob’s jet for traveling back and forth between here and Atlanta.”

  “Can you blame the man?” Tasha asked.

  “It would make things so much easier if he would just…”

  “Listen to yourself, Destiny. Not very long ago, you were in the bed with Montie sending mixed signals about where you stood. Now, you want him to fly around on your fiancé’s jet. Any man with a little bit of pride wouldn’t do that.”

  “I guess you’re right, since you put it that way.”

  “I’m just being real. It’s not like you are that far from another romp in the sack.”

  “See that’s where you’re wrong. I would never do anything like that again. I was in a very vulnerable place then, and I fully intend not to let that history repeat,” I said and I meant it from the depths of my soul.

  “As long as you believe that and stay strong, it’s possible,” Tasha said trying to sound convincing. “I just know through your children you have a forever kind of bond and you never know when a situation might come up that makes you feel like he’s the only one you can turn to.”

  “I will turn to the man God sent for me, Jacob. Montie will always hold a special place in my heart. He’s the father of my children and will always be a friend.”

  “That’s good.”

  “I’m just glad he didn’t make a big deal about us moving.”

  “What made him come around?” Tasha asked.

  “I was firm that it was happening whether he liked it or
not. He’s agreed to my ideas of ways to establish a long-distance relationship with our children, starting with Montana’s birthday party. Technically, he could’ve kept her in Atlanta because summer break is his time.”

  “I’m glad he’s being understanding. With you, Jacob, and Montie, Junior and Montana have more than some children will ever get in life. They are blessed,” Tasha said with a smile. “By the way, have you run into any brothers, distant cousins, long lost uncles… any more good Turner men?”

  “His father is the only other Turner man I’ve met, and he’s pretty much smitten with Mama,” I said as I continued to wrap my mind around the idea of my mother rekindling things with Jacob’s father. “That, oddly enough, is about all I can deal with at the moment.”

  “Hell, it’s not odd to me. Aunt Clara is just getting her payback and her groove back, that is all.”

  “Well, she needs to put her groove back where it was. I don’t know how to feel about her hooking up with Jacob’s father.”

  “When I called her the other day, she sounded like an angel on the phone. I should have known something was up. She was so pleasant that I almost hung up and redialed the number. I was sure I had the wrong house. It’s a change for the better.”

  “This is definitely a change for Mama,” I said, just as a group of older women approached our table. I didn’t pay them much attention, until the lady bringing it up the rear spoke and I recognized who she was.

  “That’s the home wrecker’s daughter right there,” Mrs. Tammy Turner said. She was walking with Martha Parker, who was Justine’s mother, and another woman wearing a hideous floral pantsuit.

  “Humph, if that’s her offspring, don’t look like he left you for much,” the woman in the floral suit said as she turned up her snoot.

  “Excuse me?” I stood up and asked. I could take disrespect. But there was no way I could stay seated while these old biddies talked about Mama.

  “I was speaking to my friend, not to you Pestiny… Ooops, I mean Destiny,” Mrs. Turner said as her evil eyes glared straight through me.

  “See, this is that shit that get folks fucked up,” Tasha said, standing beside me and taking off her earrings. “I was trying to turn down, but you bitches bout to get it.”

  “Oh, and I assume your foul mouth is supposed to scare me,” Mrs. Turner said, feigning fear by clutching her chest.

  “Mrs. Turner, we were not bothering you. You were talking about me and my mother, and that’s the only reason I even addressed you,” I said, without addressing the name slight.

  “I most absolutely was talking about you and I’m pretty sure you heard what I said. Your mother is a home wrecker,” Mrs. Turner said. “I was reading somewhere that you young people call what your mother is doing something specific these days. What was it? Oh, thirsty… that’s it, thirsty,” she said with a snap of her fingers. “And what is this other word you people use? Oh yeah, thot is the word I am looking for. Yo’ mama is a thot,” she said in slang.

  Martha and the other woman laughed, both repeating, “thirsty… thot,” as they cracked up beyond control. “And from what I heard, the apple don’t fall too far from the tree,” Martha added as their laughter died down.

  “Mrs. Parker, you have no room to talk about how far an apple falls from a tree when you have raised Justine, one of the most violent, narcissistic psychopaths of this century.” I turned my attention back to Mrs. Turner. “And my heart goes out to you. Not because you are losing your husband, but because you are too stupid to understand why.”

  “Why, I’m sure that you, Destiny, with your high level of intelligence, could enlighten me as to what John sees in your mother. Whatever it is I can’t see it with my eyes.”

  “You’ll have to ask him what he sees in her. However, she wouldn’t have been able to come into your home and wreck anything, if your marriage wasn’t already broken,” I said.

  “Is that what you people think, that my marriage was broken?” she asked stepping closer to me. “I’ll have you to know I made John a very happy man over the years and I continue to make him happy. He’s never complained before and he’s still not complaining,” Mrs. Turner raised her eyebrow as if her words had a double meaning.

  “You would think a woman your mother’s age would have more respect for a woman’s husband, but then again I don’t expect much from your kind,” the lady in the floral pantsuit said.

  “They both are just trying to find a way to get a part of the Turner fortune,” Martha said.

  “Well, guess what? That will be over my dead body,” Mrs. Turner said.

  “I don’t see a problem with that!” Tasha said, with her dinner fork in hand. “Destiny might take kindly to you standing over our table talking shit about her and my aunt, but I don’t. You and your little posse better clack your heels on these bricks and get your asses out of our faces before this becomes a 911 situation.”

  The lady wearing the floral gasped, while Martha took Mrs. Turner’s hand and pulled her along. “I’m not scared of her,” Mrs. Turner said once they were a few feet away. “If she touches one hair on my body, I will have her hauled away for the rest of her pathetic life.”

  I followed her saying, “Mrs. Turner, I love your son and I have nothing to do with what happened in my mother’s past. I’ve tried to be respectful to you. Lord knows, I really have. But you’re making it nearly impossible to have even a cordial relationship with you. I think we both should try to at least be cordial, for Jacob.”

  “Even if your tramp of a mother wasn’t trying to steal my husband, I never would’ve liked you. Jacob and John may think it’s fine to pick up strays, but I will never play in the hay with you, little girl. I don’t approve of my son stooping to the level of marrying you. I hope he comes to his senses before it’s too late. After this conversation, I want you to be clear on how I feel about you, so that you will never, ever attempt to talk to me again.”

  “Fuck you!” I said as my mind went black. “Fuck you!” My hand reared back and slapped Mrs. Turner so hard that her entire left face immediately filled with raging blood vessels. “I’m not an animal and my mother is not a tramp!” I said as I spat in Mrs. Turner’s face, before swinging at her again.

  “Oh, my God,” Martha said as she frantically took out her cell phone to call 911.

  “Come here, bitch!” Tasha said, grabbing Martha by the arm and yanking her cell phone out of her hand. She threw it to the ground and stepped on it. “All of you disrespectful hoes are about to get what you deserve.”

  “You have no right to step on her phone,” the lady in the floral suit said as she swung her purse and hit Tasha in the face.

  Tasha pushed the lady away from her and the lady tripped over a chair and fell to the ground landing on her ass.

  “My word, you black people really are animals,” Martha said, rushing to the door and yelling for help. “Somebody help! My friends and I are being attacked.”

  By that time, the restaurant’s management team came onto the patio with two husky men. I was regaining my self-control, while searching for my dignity in the situation, when one of the men grabbed me and held me against the wall.

  “What’s going on?” the restaurant manager asked.

  “That one. She hit me and spit on me,” Mrs. Turner said pointing in my direction. The smug look on her face let me know that I’d messed up.

  “The police are on their way. I just called them,” Martha said to the manager. She was holding her banged up phone in her hand as she looked at me with the same smugness as Mrs. Turner. Her chest heaved up and down as she added, “You tried to make my baby out to be a criminal. This time, they’re going to take the real criminal to jail.”

  “The truth always rises to the top,” Mrs. Turner added.

  I looked at Mrs. Turner and her friends standing there playing the victim, while having low-key, shit-eating grins their faces. They seemed to be professionals as they feigned innocence and devastation to the manager.

 
It was going to be a long day. Hell, possibly even a long weekend in jail. I felt like crap for allowing them to take me so far out of character. I’d gone from crafting ideas for my daughter’s birthday party in the backyard of my new mansion to facing jail time all in a matter of hours.

  The manager was a young, white girl who looked to be no older than twenty. She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe I’d hit and spit on an elderly woman. She walked over to me and asked, “Did you attack that woman?”

  “After she stood over my table and insulted me and my mother, yes I did. I blacked out and didn’t know what I was doing.”

  “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me until the police get here,” she said in obvious disappointment.

  Tasha and I were escorted into the manager’s office, while Mrs. Turner and her crew rubbed their injuries and moaned in pain. I was in such shock over how quickly things happened. I didn’t know what to expect, as I sat quietly waiting for the police to arrive.

  “There’s no doubt that these folks are going to take us to jail, so stop sitting there looking like a lump on a log and call Jacob,” Tasha said.

  “What do you want me to say? Hello, Jacob, I just slapped the shit out of your mother and my cousin beat up her friend, come bail me out?” I asked.

  “First tell him how they disrespected us and then tell him you slapped the shit out of his mother and I beat up her friend. I really don’t care how you break it to him, just tell him what’s going on in case they try to take us to jail, Destiny.”

  “You think we’re going to jail?” I asked Tasha.

  “It’s our word against theirs and from the looks of things,” she said, looking around at the all-white management team who was carefully attending to Mrs. Turner and her friends. “Our word might not make it.”

  “Well, I did hit her. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “With the way she was talking to you, it’s a wonder you didn’t whoop her ass to sleep. I know I wanted to.”