BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: PREGNANCY ROMANCE: Billionaire Mafia Boss’s Baby (Mafia Alpha Billionaire Romance) (Contemporary BBW New Adult Romance)

by Piper Sullivan

  Angela’s eyes lit up. Tyrel immediately regretted offering her this. He would regret this when the hangover kicked in. He couldn’t cook for shit. “Make it my place,” she said.

  “If the paparazzi catch me at your place they might make it a bigger deal than it is,” Tyrel said, trying to swing the conversation back in his favor. He had never met anyone that had made him scramble for control like this.

  “If you’re so worried about the paparazzi then you shouldn’t be making lunch dates,” Angela said, rolling her eyes.

  “Okay fine. Your place.” Tyrel had lost the battle.

  “Okay, see you tomorrow.”

  “Wait, tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, unless you’re too busy…” Angela had this child like look in her eyes, like a little girl making her case for a new toy. It drove Tyrel crazy.

  “Okay fine, I’ll be there tomorrow,” he brushed his hand through his hair in exasperation.

  “Wow! Tyrel Simmons is coming over to my house to cook me lunch! I must be dreaming!” Angela squealed. The fact that her mood had suddenly gone from practically scared and upset to jovial and anxious again made Tyrel a bit glad that he had such an impact on her, but he was more worried about the impact she was having on him. He wasn’t the type of guy to cook lunch for a girl. He wasn’t the type of guy to cook lunch with a girl. Hell, he wasn’t the type of guy to have fucking lunch with a girl. It was order in pizza and some hot sex.

  “Don’t you have to leave your number or something?” Tyrel said, whipping out his phone.

  “Yeah, sorry, almost forgot.” Angela said, and she gave him her details. “Call me right now, in case you forget whose number that is in the morning.”

  “Good call. I’ve got a new routine where I make sure to delete numbers I got when drunk, they almost always turn into stalkers.” Tyrel teased.

  “I’m sure you would love that!” Angela shot back, then she left.

  He watched Angela skip away down the hall, and when she was finally out of sight, he punched the wall with all his might in frustration. He let out a huge “Fuck!” as he covered his hand in pain. It was a good thing they were in the off season. His dad would be mad as hell if he had shown up with a busted right hand for practice, not good at all for the team’s star Quarterback, and when he would be asked what happened, Tyrel would only have these words to say: “Honest to God though. I have no fucking idea how I got into this bloody mess.” And he would not just be talking about this busted hand.

  ***

  “What happened to your hand?” Angela asked Tyrel. From the way he sounded on the phone, Tyrel’s hangover had done him in good. He was groggy and not entirely sure why he had committed himself to a lunch date with her, but much to Angela’s surprise and delight, he had still pulled through to her apartment.

  “Honest to God. I have no fucking idea,” Tyrel shrugged. Angela winced a little at his dirty mouth, she thought he only spoke like that when he was drunk. He entered the apartment with the groceries she had asked him to stop and get on his way here.

  “How do you plan on getting anything done with a busted hand?” Angela asked him, relieving him of the grocery bags and transferring them to her kitchen counter.

  “You know I could have cancelled on you, cut me some slack for showing up,” Tyrel said, wandering around the apartment, absorbing its contemporary feel. “You’ve got a pretty sweet pad, I’ll give you that.”

  “Gee, thanks.” Angela said, she didn’t like how uncouth he was being to her, but she tried to suppress any urges to revolt against him, he was right about making the effort to come over, and bring groceries despite his injury that obviously had something to do with his hangover from hell.

  “You live on your own?”

  “No, I don’t, but my roommate’s out of town for a week. She’s gone to see her family,” Angela replied, getting the kitchen ready. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”

  Tyrel turned to look at her dead in the eye, she could not be asking for his help in his current state, so he waved his bad arm at her to remind her.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle on you,” Angela said, giving a little, sexy wink.

  Tyrel gave out a little laugh. “Are you always this manipulative with people?” He asked.

  “I try not to be, but you have to try a few hard tricks with stubborn people, don’t you think?” she asked.

  Tyrel walked over to her with such a cool swagger he looked like he was floating there. “You think I’m stubborn, after all I’ve done for you?” he said, his voice switching to flirt mode.

  “What have you done for me?” Angela inquired. The distance he had closed between them was making her feel some type of way again. Vivid flashbacks of the night before rushed through her head, creating goosebumps on her skin and a fire in her loins. She loved the way he just took control of her in a way no other guy seemed to have the courage to, although she had attributed it to him simply being drunk, but if he could recreate that moment in this state of mind, she wouldn’t be able to resist him at all this time.

  “I busted my hand for you, drove all this way out to have lunch with you and I had to learn Dorothy’s name,” he said, making Angela laugh.

  “Wait, whose Dorothy?” she asked.

  “The lady from the supermarket that made me take a selfie with her when I couldn’t figure out what type of mushrooms you would like. If any of my teammates find that picture, I’ll be roasted for eternity,” Tyrel answered. Angela’s heart melted, she felt like she was already domesticating this wild tiger, although out of his tux from the previous night and in a tight white t-shirt and jeans, he looked anything but domesticated. His muscles seemed to be bursting out of his shirt and the tattoos covering almost every inch of both arms and his neck showed a high tolerance for any pain his lifestyle brought, and a high appreciation for the arts.

  Angela picked up a knife and waved it at him. “Not too close now, tiger.” She warned.

  “Why not?” Tyrel shot her his dazzling smile, making her weak in the knees.

  “I need to focus on this meal.” Angela said, “Somebody promised they would cook for me, now I have to do it myself and I need to get to work!”

  Tyrel suddenly grabbed her hand-wielding knife, and within a flash he had disarmed her. He slid it out of reach on the counter and moved in for the kill, crushing his lips against hers, instantaneously switching her hunger for food to hunger for him. Then he suddenly broke the kiss.

  “What’s wrong?” Angela asked, breathing heavily.

  “Sorry, I don’t want you to feel used.” Tyrel said. Angela’s eyes widened, this reckless soul was trying to grasp some sort of self-control just to respect her! A feat that clearly took a lot of effort for him. He had a far easier time being an asshole with no regard for the people around him. Being the golden boy, with billions of dollars at his disposal, could do that to anyone in his shoes, yet here he was, trying to make her feel special.

  She didn’t respond, she just grabbed him and pulled him closer and kissed him. He obliged, using his bruised hand to slide all the grocery bags off the counter and then using his strength to prop her on top. His lips attacked her neck, a deeply erogenous zone for her and his hands expertly pulled her sundress up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She wanted him so bad in that moment that her hand tugged violently at his hair.

  He removed the straps of her dress, allowing them to fall below her breasts, exposing her bra, and within seconds he had skillfully unhooked it, revealing her luscious breasts. He let his tongue flicker on her breasts, teasing her, not letting her fully erect nipples get any action, then he suddenly took a mouthful of her right breast, sucking on it and flicking his tongue, causing wave after wave of juices to flow down to her pussy. The air was thick with her pheromones now, and the words she whispered seductively into his ear cemented this: “I want you inside of me.”

  Tyrel need no further invitation. He eagerly ripped her panties off, unhooked his belt and lowered his je
ans and boxers, revealing, much to Angela’s delight, a huge cock. His hands grabbed her hips and moved her closer, and then the he placed the head of his penis at her entrance, her lips slightly protruding to ready his way in.

  Tyrel waited for just a brief moment, but it seemed a moment too long for Angela, as her soft, delicate hands placed themselves on his ass and pulled him in, making his dick burst her walls open, sending an erotic shiver through millions of places in her body. The feeling was incredible, and she let Tyrel know with her moan.

  Her insides were hugging his throbbing dick tightly and she was gushing with juices, juices that allowed him to begin gently thrusting in her as he kissed her, but then her mouth had to break free of his when he did the unexpected. Angela felt quite filled up in that moment, but she had no idea he was only half way in, until he forced the rest of his dick in, expanding her in such a way that she felt like she was losing her cherry all over again.

  He started to thrust harder and faster and Angela’s legs moved involuntarily, trying to wrap herself tight around him but receiving so much force that they mostly just dangled, one hand was in his hair and the other hand was on the kitchen counter trying to hold on for dear life as she felt the curve of his cock reshaping her insides and making them his own. It felt so surreal that she wasn’t even aware that she was panting with each thrust. Her whole body gave up on her and went into a seizure-like orgasm so strong, she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and her toes curl. She was so engrossed in her own orgasm that she didn’t realize that Tyrel had cum too, letting it all go in her and withdrawing when he was done.

  They let themselves relax, breathing heavily and holding each other, until Tyrel broke the silence.

  “So, should we order pizza?”

  ***

  The weeks that followed were a blur. The Sports Gala had done just what Angela had hoped and spread the word about her catering, so she kept getting more contracts and had less and less free time.

  Tyrel had to travel for a lot of interviews after being crowned Player of the Year and as much as they wanted to spend time together, Angela’s and his schedules just wouldn’t line up. They started to feel like it wasn’t going to develop into anything serious, despite how amazing their physical connection was.

  He did make an effort to call her from time to time, more than he had done for any other girl, but Angela spent most of her time worrying that he was sleeping with every girl he encountered every other night, and although she was right about one thing – women where everywhere, it came with the territory – he had not been with anyone since Angela, a fact that was scaring him, as he had never been the monogamous type. This change was irking him, and inadvertently created more than just a physical distance between them.

  Tyrel was currently in one the hotel’s he and his father owned. Although he appeared to many as a jock that just happened to be good at throwing a ball, ever since he had come of age and gotten full access to his trust fund, he had actually taken aggressive action with great investments and had built his own, separate, billion dollar-enterprise apart from his father. Although, obviously anyone who had a hundred million dollar trust fund and access to his father’s connections, had a head start on everyone else. Tyrel was aware this and was careful not to rely on his father too much. The old man wouldn’t respect him if he did anyway, son or no son.

  “I sold the Purple Tigers, it’ll be announced tomorrow by the press,” Tyrel’s father, Edgar Simmons, bluntly stated. They were having lunch together in a rare circumstance. Edgar and Tyrel barley had any time for each other.

  “What? And you only thought to tell me this now?” Tyrel was angry.

  “You were so busy with your post player-of-the-year press run and I hardly had the time, besides its no big deal.” Edgar said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

  “Are you fucking crazy? This is an entire legacy you’re just handing over! Why didn’t you ask me?”

  “You’ve never asked me to consult you on any of my deals in the past, why start now?” Edgar asked indifferently.

  “Who the hell did you sell the club to anyway?” Tyrel asked.

  “Terry Holdings,” Edgar looked about done with his meal, although he had only eaten half of his steak.

  “Those punks? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me dad!” Tyrel groaned.

  “If you’re so upset about it, you can buy them back when you retire or something. I don’t really give a fuck. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a plane to catch.” Edgar stood up, adjusted his four thousand dollar suit, and left Tyrel alone with his thoughts.

  Just then his phone beeped. He looked at it and there was a new message from Angela, it read: “We need to talk.”

  ***

  Angela let out another wave of puke into her toilet. She had been terribly sick the last few days and she had no idea why… until roughly twenty minutes ago. The pregnancy test lay a few feet across from her in the bathroom. Although she had tossed it far away from her, there was no running from the truth. Her electric encounter with Tyrel had gotten her pregnant, and now she had to figure out a way to tell him.

  She stood up from the bathroom and went to rinse her mouth, then stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Did she really have to tell him about the baby? They hardly spoke these days and it was nothing personal. Their lives had failed to align and they couldn’t make time for each other, even if there was a possibility that Tyrel had just played her and moved on with his life, what did it matter? Her own career had taken off, but now she had a baby and she had to try and figure out what to do with her life from now on.

  Perhaps she could raise the kid alone, she didn’t want to put any pressure on Tyrel and force him into anything. He had probably assumed she was taking contraceptive measures anyhow and in the prime of his football career, a baby seemed like an unwanted plot twist. Was he insensitive enough to make her get rid of it? She could barely stomach the thought, and feared any arguments that might come out of telling him.

  “I’ll be in town tomorrow, we can talk then.” Was what he had said in his text message reply, but telling him was starting to feel like more and more of a bad idea. She had to consider the possibility of single motherhood.

  She made a decision in that moment, she would observe how Tyrel treats her once they meet and see if they could spend more time together. Maybe then she would let him know about his unborn child.

  The thought of spending time with Tyrel again stirred up feelings that she thought had died down, but she quickly suppressed them. She could only deal with one problem at a time.

  ***

  “You know, this wasn’t what I had in mind when I said we needed to talk,” Angela said to Tyrel, her voice competing with the music around her. Tyrel laughed, and glanced around his apartment. There was a party in full swing, football players, swimsuit models, actresses, actors and celebrities were mingling and drinking.

  “You’re just mad because I didn’t hire you for the food,” Tyrel teased, giving her a soft elbow in the ribs. She had missed his playful side, but she silently hoped he wasn’t too playful, because that would be bad news for her kid. The more she looked around, the more it seemed like a good idea to keep it to herself. He would never have to know, she could say the child belonged to someone else if it ever come up. He wouldn’t care, he had clearly moved on with his life.

  “What’s the occasion anyway?” she asked, just as she had to move out of the way as some of Tyrel’s teammates showed up to greet him.

  “Welcome back bro!” Josh said, a blonde, tall and majestic receiver. “Who’s this pretty lady you’re with?”

  Angela looked him over, he was appealing, but she couldn’t be less interested. She had too much on her mind, and she would never dream of becoming the Purple Tiger’s slut.

  “She’s a good friend of mine,” Tyrel said, and Angela couldn’t help but notice his tone was subliminally dismissive. Josh obliged, leaving them alone.

  “Hey, wanna go somewhere more p
rivate so we can talk about whatever it is you wanted to talk about?” he asked Angela, leaning over to her so she could hear him clearly, but it had another effect, his mouth so close to her ear, slightly feeling his breath, made the idea of going to a private place too sensual.

  “It can wait, it’s nothing big really.” Angela said, trying to control herself. If she went to a private place with him now, he might push for an answer, an answer she no longer had, now that she wanted to raise the child alone, she had nothing to talk about with him, so she would have to distract him the only way she knew how, and she wasn’t ready for another romp with him, not emotionally anyway. Her hormones were starting to give her emotions a little too much fuel.

  “You sure?” he asked. “It seemed pretty urgent on the phone.”

  “Yeah, I can tell how much priority you gave me by inviting me over, and a hundred other people!” Angela pointed out.

  “I’m sorry, Angela. I just got back into town and my teammates were at my throat to host a back-in-town charade, but all I could think about was seeing you. I really have missed you these past weeks, we kind of left a lot of questions unanswered.” He said, introspectively. The sincerity of his words made Angela feel bad about what she was doing to him, and out of a slight sense of guilt, her next words were formed for his benefit, and not her own.

  “I missed you too, maybe we can go and talk somewhere more private.”

  Tyrel gave a dazzling smile, grabbed her hand and guided her to his bedroom. His apartment was massive and immediately he shut his door the party sounded like it was miles away.

  “This is amazing!” Angela said, awing at the sheer magnitude of the room. “So this is what football millions can buy?”

  Tyrel laughed. “Well, it isn’t your average salary, but the bulk of my money comes from my investments.”

  Angela raised an eyebrow at him. “You do business?”

  “Why are you so surprised?” Tyrel laughed, removing his Polo jersey and tossing it on the bed.

  “Most people in your line of work let their estate managers handle that for them. How do you find the time?” she inquired.