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Authors: Mia Caldwell
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She nodded, overcome by the simple sign of the rightness of their union. They were clearly meant to be.
They were married twenty-four hours later at a small chapel in Las Vegas. It wasn’t an attempt to avoid scandal that prompted the private ceremony with only Dani and Mae as their witnesses. They simply couldn’t stand not to be married for even another day.
Two months later, they found out their little boy was actually a little girl, but that was fine. They were thrilled and set about designing a disgustingly frilly pink explosion for their princess.
There were articles in the various papers, some especially unflattering about him marrying down, or speculating about how a black woman with a humble background had captured a billionaire’s attention. They ignored the speculation, which intensified a bit later when her pregnancy was obvious to everyone. There was nastiness and shared looks of satisfaction from those who had speculated she was expecting.
It stung, but was little more than a blip on their radar. They were too involved with each other and living their life together to care what other people thought.
Three weeks before her due date, and after twenty hours of natural childbirth, Sondra pushed an eight-pound baby girl into the world. She screamed for a second before calming down when Jake held her for the first time.
“She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl,” said Sondra with a tired smile.
He shook his head, almost cooing his response as his gaze never wavered from Sasha Elizabeth Jacobi. “No, she’s going to be just like her mother and have me wrapped around her finger in no time.”
Sondra smiled again when Sasha took her father’s finger in her tiny fist. Her pale brown shade was a perfect mix of both their skin tones. She had curly black hair like Sondra, and Jake’s lighter shade of brown eyes. She was a harmonious blend of the best of both of them, and she already loved her fiercely. “Don’t worry, because I’ll be right there with you, completely bent to her will.”
They shared an indulgent chuckle that was interrupted by a tentative knock at the door. Sondra stiffened with surprise at the sight of Whitney Jacobi—a much different Whitney than she remembered. The artful blonde dye job was gone, and the natural streaks of gray in her dark hair were more flattering.
She was dressed simply, looking like anyone off the street rather than the fashion plate she had been before. The older woman also looked nervous as she took a couple of steps into the room. “Hello, Sondra. Jake.”
Her husband stiffened in obvious surprise at the use of his nickname. “Mother.” His tone was cautious, bordering on cold.
She winced. “I hope you’ll allow me to see your child?”
Jake hesitated, and Sondra said, “Of course. Would you like to hold her, Mrs. Jacobi?”
After another hesitation, she gingerly came forward, holding out her hands for the baby. It was evident Jake struggled with the decision to relinquish his daughter, but finally surrendered. He seemed poised to snatch her from his mother’s arms in a second if the need arose.
Whitney looked at the baby for a long moment and sighed. “I see so much of you in her, son. I’m sorry for what I did and for what I tried to get you to do, Sondra.” She shuddered, holding the infant closer for a moment. “To think I wanted you to destroy this precious little life…”
At the reminder, Jake reached for Sasha again, and his mother let her go without protest. He cuddled her closer while staring at his mother. “What do you want, Mother?”
“I’d like another opportunity. I’ve been a fool, and I know that now. I would like a chance to make it up to you and Sondra, to show you I have changed.” Whitney’s voice broke on the last word, and while she didn’t cry, she was clearly on the cusp.
Sondra eyed Jake, knowing it had to be his decision. She had softened toward the other woman the moment she saw her standing in the hospital room. Part of her would always loathe what Whitney had tried to do to her and Jake, and she would never forget the revulsion of being offered money to abort her baby, but Whitney seemed different now. It could all be a ruse, but she was willing to let the other woman prove her change of heart. Still, Jake had to agree, so she kept quiet.
After another long second, he pointed to a free chair. “Would you like to sit down? Maybe hold Sasha again?”
Whitney’s eyes sparkled with tears and a large dose of relief as she sat and eagerly took the baby. As she cooed to her granddaughter, Jake turned to Sondra.
She smiled at her husband, reassuring him with her eyes that she approved of his decision and supported it fully. He took her hand to squeeze it before bending down to tenderly kiss her lips.
Sondra reveled in the moment, surrounded by love and secure in her place at Jake’s side.
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Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part One
A Reason. A Season. A Lifetime.
Lonely Megan
finds her life even emptier when her best friend suddenly passes away.
The tragedy is soon followed by a bout of good luck, and not only does she end up winning a much-needed
island getaway
, she winds up seated in first class next to a
gorgeous, blue-eyed hunk
who, for some reason, is convinced she's destined to be his wife!
She banters with the
hot stranger
during the flight, with no intention of giving in to the way he makes her feel, determined to keep her heart shielded from further heartbreak.
But she soon finds out they are staying in the same hotel, and in no time, she learns that when this
billionaire alpha male
said he plans to keep her, he meant it!
But can the tycoon convince her they were made for each other?
Megan almost missed her boarding call, she’d been so engrossed in her thoughts as she went over the few plans she’d made for her week-long island getaway.
She’d forgotten she was on a first class ticket for the first time, so she was expecting to be called later, not among the first set of passengers to be invited on.
She got up quickly, grabbing her bag, then hurried onto the plane.
A face caught her eye once she entered the first class section, a handsome, chiseled tan face with bright blue eyes focused on her.
She almost stopped in her tracks she was so stunned by the man’s good looks—she thought guys like him only existed in the movies, aided by lighting and other visual effects, tucked into corners of Hollywood.
She suddenly found herself feeling heated and self-conscious, aware of every movement she made, especially with his hypnotizing eyes not leaving her.
He didn’t vanish like a mirage as she got closer, and as she checked her seating assignment, she realized she was sitting right next to him.
Every atom of her being vibrated more.
“What luck,” he said, one corner of his mouth tilting up as she stopped and flashed him a brief smile, indicating the empty window seat next to him.
He got up to accommodate her, and she decided not to address his comment, especially since she had been thinking the same thing.
Instead, she sat and tucked her bag beneath the seat in front of her as he sat back down.
She felt his eyes on her again.
“You sure look the part,” he said in a growling masculine tone once she had settled, a growl that made her middle start to vibrate.
She turned to look at him. “Excuse me?”
He was even more rattling up close and she tried to ignore his beauty, his heady cologne, his intent blue gaze, the lips she had started to scrutinize and wonder what it would be like to touch with hers. She did her best to ignore her pounding heart, her racing blood, the growing tingling between her legs.
“I happen to be looking for a wife,” he said, his voice deep and casual, “and that’s probably you.”
Megan suddenly stopped buzzing all over and erupted into laughter.
She laughed for so long, that she wondered if she had transitioned to hysterics. Had her grief finally gotten to her? Why did this beautiful man’s statement seem so absurd? “Is this some kind of joke?” she asked once she recovered. She looked around, as if searching for a hidden camera crew. “What on earth do you think I am?” she asked more seriously, trying to sound calm and firm, but not too caustic; after all, she was stuck with him for the duration of the plane ride.
“Who am I, you should ask,” he said, his manner and tone unchanged, his eyes still on her.
“Okay then, who are you?”
He didn’t answer. He just continued staring at her boldly.
She tried to ignore him, but eventually, the feel of his gorgeous blue eyes boring into her became too much to handle. “Christ, will you stop staring at me like that?”
“That would be hard. To not stare at you will probably be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”
“Oh boy, you’re a Casanova.”
She was a bit annoyed but a lot intrigued—though she didn’t plan to show him that. If she let him know she enjoyed his attention, his boldness, it might never stop, and she planned to take a nap in peace. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t sleep around this guy. Closing her eyes could be a very bad idea.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
Finally! Some normalcy. “Megan. What’s…?”
“What do you do?”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you that.”
“Well, what would you most like to do, since you’re not happy at your current job?”
What the hell? “Who says I’m not happy?”
“Do you have kids?”
She was starting to get ticked now. “Okay, you’re really pushing it there.”
“You don’t! Great.” His smile widened and she got lost in the beauty of it before realizing he had made another correct assumption.
“Wait, how did you know…?”
“Most parents would be rolling out wallet pics or flipping through their smart phone album right now to show them off.” He shook his head slightly at her. “Don’t you realize, Megan, that you answer me even when you don’t? So you might as well just answer my questions.”
His arrogance was infuriating, no matter how cute he was. “But you haven’t even answered my one question about what you do!”
“You asked me who I am—I’m a business owner.”
“And? What does that even mean?”
“I own a few businesses.”
Smart-ass. “Well, congrats. I hope you’re happy.”
“For the most part, yes—business is booming. I am, however, missing one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
Mia Caldwell has been fantasizing about stories of "Happily-Ever-After" since she was a little girl, and now that's she's all grown up her "Happily-Ever-After" stories have taken a steamier turn! After graduating from college Mia still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life. Bored with her day job as an Administrative Assistant for a non-profit, she started writing stories on the side and sharing them with her friends. They gave her the push she needed to share them with you! She lives in New York with two rascally cats named Link and Zelda, eats too much chocolate and Chinese take-out, and goes on way too many blind dates. She's still waiting for Mr. Right, but in the meantime she'll keep dreaming up the perfect man!
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