Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (5 page)

“I stepped out to get some Midol, but I got lost.” she said. “You know I’m an idiot when it comes to directions…”

Jeanette kept smoothening out the rough edges of her little pitch until Brandon and Jason returned. They had emerged from along the path to their condo. Jason sat on Brandon’s shoulders, feeling on top of the world. Brandon felt great, too, but now that he could see Jeanette off in the distance, he was also overcome by a whirlwind of loathing. He furrowed his brow and tightened the corner of his upper lip. Jeanette scratched her head. Perhaps she could sense his disgust, because she decide to run up the brick path to meet her them instead of waiting in awkward silence.

“Jason! Brandon! I was so worried about you guys!” she said, trying to put on the best performance of her life.

She quickly closed the distance between her and her husband and tried to greet him with a kiss on the mouth. This was the same mouth which had just sucked the shit off of an unwashed gardener’s dick. Brandon had no way of knowing what she’d just done, but every fiber in his body felt revolted by Jeanette. He instantly parried her face, avoiding her shit-flavored lips. He then let Jason down from his shoulders and told him to run inside. With him gone, he looked into Jeanette’s eyes as if she were his arch nemesis.

“Let me make this clear…”

“But Brando, you don’t understand. I needed some Midol and--”
 

“Don’t interrupt me!” He thundered. Jeanette quickly realized that she had no chips, so she shut up and prepared herself for the verbal beatdown that she knew she deserved.

“I don’t even care where you were, or what you were doing. I do know this: You promised that you’d get your act together, and you didn’t. You promised that you’d take care of our son, and you didn’t do that, either. Jason could’ve been kidnapped, or worse, and I honestly don’t think you give a rat’s ass. I’m going to find someone who can give Jason the care he needs starting tomorrow. And as for us…” Brandon looked Jeanette up and down with disgust. “We’ll see.”

Jeanette was dumbfounded. Brandon walked off and left her to lick her wounds. She stayed outside for almost an hour, until she couldn’t take the mosquito bites anymore, then she came back inside and sat on a chair in the corner for the rest of the night. Brandon prepared dinner for two, and he ate with his son while Jeanette remained in the corner, totally quiet. There was an awkward silence in the room. Even Jason could feel it.

“What’s wrong with Mommy?” He asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, son. Keep eating your food.”

Jason understood that he was being lied to, but he didn’t know why. Jeanette stayed in her corner chair, acting as if she were grounded. She was a grown adult who felt perfectly justified in getting sodomized by a Fijian male prostitute hours before. She had no problem doing whatever the fuck she wanted. Brandon certainly wasn’t going to raise a stink if she got up. Perhaps she was trying to gain pity points from the only person who would still believe her bullshit story: the four-year-old.

When they were finished eating, Jason was exhausted. Brandon tucked his son into bed, and kissed him on the forehead. As he looked at his son, Brandon thought about how he’d left the house and found his way to that bar where started playing with Millie. He did that all by himself.
You’re so brave.
He thought.
I would have never done something like that when I was your age.
Perhaps everything would be alright with Jason. He admired his son a little longer before he closing the door. Brandon left a little crack so that some light would come in. Afterward, Brandon went to the bedroom which doubled as his office and called his administrative assistant. He asked him to find the best professional nanny that money could buy.

Jeanette fell asleep in her little corner chair. This suited Brandon fine. He slept alone in his bed, and dreamed the most beautiful dreams. He saw Jeanette in his dream. He was still married to her, but he felt unusually compelled to cheat on her in the most ruthless of ways. He dreamed of sleeping with sweet Julianna. He pictured the flower in her long black head of hair, and her legs spread wide apart, exposing her beautiful pink flesh. He’d fuck her and savor her dew drop scent, then he’d pull his cock out at the last minute and cum all over her face. He would record the whole thing -- all the way up to her licking the cum off of her face -- and then he would mail the tape to Jeanette to make sure she saw it.

He also dreamed of fucking Kinisimere, only this time, Jeanette would catch him in the act. When Jeanette wailed and pummeled him, as she surely would, he would silence her by covering her mouth, but this would be a grave miscalculation. He would close her mouth, yes, but the smell of Kinisimere’s pussy would rush directly into Jeanette’s nostrils, burning into her memory and scarring her for life. He dreamt that he wouldn’t see Jeanette for years, until one day, he’d be strolling up the street and see his post-traumatic ex wife lying on the pavement homeless. Next to her would be a liquor bottle in a brown bag. She’d also have vomit all over her shirt...

Finally, Brandon dreamt of having sex with someone else. He wasn’t sure who. He dreamt that it would hurt; and he’d love it. It would be the best sex that he’d ever had in his life. The details were blurry, but beyond this vague picture, he could smell cocoa butter. That’s all Brandon could remember of his last dream. Right before he woke up, he became conscious of himself dreaming and wondered if this were the premonition that Kinisimere had told him would come. Yes. He was sure of it, now.

Everyone seemed to be doing much better after a few days away from Fiji. Brandon flew back to headquarters immediately for a press conference about the recent corporate takeover of his competitor. Reporters stated that he seems like a “kinder, gentler Brandon.” They weren’t wrong in a way... Brandon felt reconnected to a whole new side of him ever since he’d left Fiji. Firstly, he was excited about hiring a new nanny for Jason.

Jason was a young, autistic boy who needed special care, and Brandon didn’t feel like a regular school could do the trick. He wanted someone who knew how to attend to Jason’s special needs. After talking it over with his administrative assistant, he learned that he was looking for something called an au pair. this was a cross between a nanny, and a teacher. She would be responsible for taking care of Jason, and also teaching them how to read, spell, math etc. Brandon had never heard of such a thing. He was a self-made man so he didn’t grow up enveloped in wealth. Jeanette knew exactly what an au pair was and she absolutely hated the idea of it.

Brandon was also excited about something else. He felt open to the possibility of finding love. He wasn’t sure from where. Would it be from his wife? Would they find a way to salvage their long dead marriage? He wasn’t sure. The only way that could possibly happen, would be if she cleaned up her act a whole lot. It was probably better to start over, but Brandon also knew about the risks of getting divorced to a vindictive woman like Jeanette. She would work around the clock to destroy everything that he built up over the last 20 years. She would work hard to take every red cent from him.

Many people think that billionaires have all of their cash sitting in a bank waiting to be spent at a moments notice. It’s not like that. If Jeanette was successful in divorcing Brandon and getting half of his wealth, he would have to dissolve everything: his whole company, and all of the assets that came with it. At the very least, he’d have to sell Boulder Corp, and he didn’t want to do that either.  Even though Brandon found Jeanette revolting on most days, he still held out hope that maybe she might change… Maybe she might become the woman that he fell in love with in the first place. Brandon wondered if she had ever been than woman.

Jeanette was counting on the fact that Brandon had a soft side. She would ruthlessly pray on it so that she could reassert her position as the Queen of Boulder manor.  She knew she’d fucked up in Fiji, and now, a day later, she was as busy as a cat on a hot roof trying to undo the damage that had been done. She immediately called the
Soul Cleanse
clinic  to book an appointment. She also had a public relations agent issue a statement to the press:

Jeanette Boulder is seeking to close in her relationship to God, and she hopes to set a good example for all of the women struggling with substance abuse.

Jeanette was sure to retweet the statement to Brandon, as a not-so-subtle way of sucking up to him. While Brandon was away at his press conference, Jeanette blew up his phone with calls and texts. She swore up and down that she was sorry for being irresponsible, and that she’d never do it again. She promised to be a good mother again. She would join a rehab clinic if she had to. She felt lonely. She missed the warmth of his body. She wanted to reignite their love. She missed him. She wanted his cock. She’d do whatever it took. Please, please, please.

Jeanette kept sending messages and leaving voicemails, and almost all of them were ignored. After a couple hours of doing this, she worried that perhaps Brandon wasn’t buying it this time. Had she finally gone too far? Her calls never said anything about taking it up the ass from a fucking gardner in Fiji, maybe Brandon had figured out that she was up to something more than just getting Midol. Was that it? Was her cover blown? No… Brandon didn’t know. Jeanette was uncertain of many things, she wasn’t sure how Brandon felt about her anymore, but she knew for sure that Brandon didn’t know about her infidelities. If he did, he wouldn’t have let her sleep one night in their house. Her ass would be grass.

Jeanette tried every trick in the book to try to manipulate a response from Brandon. She tried sympathy, pity, taking responsibility, looking for affection, promising love, promising to change, but none of those things really worked. Finally, as one last desperate act, she sent him a text which promised something a little different.

“I know you probably don’t care, but I’m going to start turning my life around by taking our son to the carnival tomorrow. I thought you should know…”

This was the angle it finally worked. Brandon responded:

“That’s really great. Will talk about it when I get home tomorrow.”

“Also, I have a surprise of my own.”

A surprise of his own? Jeanette didn’t know what to make of it she scanned all of the possible options and permutations, but she couldn’t come up with a reasonable guess as to what it was.
Hopefully it’s that new set I was eyeing at Tiffany’s last week.
She thought.

After the Boulder Corp press conference, Brandon and a few journalists and executives dined at the same restaurant which connected to the hotel where they stayed. Brandon sat at the bar by himself, eating his turkey club sandwich. A blonde haired, blue-eyed reporter walked up to him and struck up a conversation…

“A turkey club seems kind of plain for a billionaire like yourself, don’t you think?”

Brandon turned over his shoulder to see owner of the sweet voice that was addressing him. He was immediately taken aback by this attractive woman’s figure. Brandon could tell that plastered on a bed with her legs spread in the sky, she would be absolutely gorgeous. He also knew why she was talking to him. Every time Brandon surfaced for the public eye to see, some woman, somewhere, would express interest in him. This was doubly true after the media had a field day over his sexy hip flexor muscles. Brandon knew exactly where this conversation would go, and he looked at the reporter again to decide if it wanted to go there.

True, she had delicate rouge lips which looked very delicious. Her plump ass seemed to magically hold itself up in midair; It was a well toned and sculpted work of art, as well as an incredible feat of engineering. This reporter’s knees were clamped together just a little bit too tightly. She was doing it on purpose. It was obviously a well trained behavior from a woman who’d long learned that it was better to look innocent. Yes… She was definitely trying to look innocent while simultaneously failing at it miserably. This was a textbook madonna whore before him. If this was her game -- if she had reached her station in life by playing mind games with horny beta males -- then Brandon was sure that she would be a  superficial waste of time.
All surface, no substance.
  Brandon thought. This was a hot girl, not a beautiful woman. She certainly wasn’t the woman from his premonition.

When Brandon thought of sweet Julianna or Kinisimere, he saw women who were more than neatly organized pieces of flesh. Julianna was gorgeous, but she was also a highly intelligent sales representative who sold Boeing jets. Kinisimere was earthy, spiritual, and highly intuitive. She could see straight through Brandon’s soul. Both possessed a natural beauty that made makeup redundant. This reporter, on the other hand, was so completely constructed by makeup, clothes and shoes, that if those things were removed, there would be no woman left.

Also, she wore Paris Hilton perfume. What type of basic bitch shit was that? In the three seconds which it took for Brandon to decide whether he would let this woman sit with him, chat with him, drink with him, and go back to his hotel room to fuck him, Brandon decided that he wanted more from a woman. Far more. His soul yearned for a type of completion that this blonde-haired, blue eyed reporter simply couldn’t provide. So, when she got no response to her icebreaker and tried to shimmy her way into his dinner plans a second time, Brandon already had a great one liner prepared to shut her down with.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked.

“I’m married.” he responded. “Happily.”

* * *

Hershey Alexander had just accepted a new position working as an au pair for the famous billionaire couple that seemed to be plastered all over the media these days. She had no idea what she was in for. She just knew that their son had “special needs” (something the media didn’t know about) and somehow they expected her to “work her magic”. But it wasn’t magic. Hershey Alexander just had a knack for children. She understood their needs, and she understood that adults weren’t particularly sensitive to these needs.

She was nervous. So nervous. Stepping into these bourgeois upper class lives could sometimes be more trouble than it was worth and the last thing Hershey wanted was trouble. She had goals, aspirations, and plans for her future and none of these plans involved getting tangled up in some rich couple’s theatrics. But rich people always had problems of some kind or another. It was the reason Hershey tended to bounce around from job to job. When things got too real, she was more than willing to dip out.

Hershey got ready for work. She wanted to be casual, but classy. Black denim and a nice top that covered her body up. Hershey wasn’t a glamor girl but she had a lot of natural beauty that you could sense the moment you met her. She was hard pressed to keep her bosses from coming onto her in the past…

Hershey was thick, with smooth curves and lean muscle all over her legs and arms. She worked out hard, but managed to maintain a body that was soft to the touch. The word Hershey liked to use was “voluptuous”. She had sepia toned skin with copper undertones. Her long natural hair fell down the middle of her back. Hershey wasn’t just physically attractive, she had a killer personality too. But she couldn’t stand the way modern dating seemed to go.

Men these days didn’t seem to have any family values. All they wanted was texting buddies and booty calls. Hershey didn’t play around with guys like that… She didn’t play at all. She wanted a real relationship. She didn’t want to do it “for the ‘gram”. She wanted it to be real. She wanted sweet morning kisses. She wanted vacations around the world. She wanted a partner and a soul mate to love her, listen to her and care for her. Hershey didn’t know how she would find that when work meant moving around the country so damned much, but she still held out hope that she would find a man who understood her fast-paced life and could keep up with her just a little bit…

***

Brandon had gotten back to his manor very early that morning. The sun wasn’t up yet. The halls were quiet… So quiet in fact that there seem to be a giant pregnant pause which lasted indefinitely. Brandon could feel the tension in the air. One screech, scratch, or creaky door, and the bubble will burst. This would be the scene in a horror movie where the audience screamed. Brandon wasn’t sure if the awkward energy was because his mansion was large and old, or if it was because of all the negative energy that had been pent-up over years in his house. The negative energy which had grown out of his long soured marriage. Either way, Brandon avoided slipping into bed with his wife, and instead stepped into his ridiculously fancy sauna.

Within the sauna was a cryogenic chamber which Brandon never used. It was like a giant sarcophagus. He would close in the entire body in it, leaving only his head out in the sauna to be exposed. The cryogenic chamber would lower his body temperature to just above freezing, while his head sweltering in the sauna. This was the type of useless shit that rich people did that nobody understood… but they did it anyway. Jeanette had gotten this thing. Brandon himself never used it, but he felt as if today was that the when he would try to out. The freezing temperatures contracted Brandon’s skin making every inch of his Adonis physique more taut. Brandon’s biceps, for example, seemed to grow an inch thicker and wider. Now they looked like bricks on his arms, almost as if he could crack a skull with them like a nutcracker cracks almonds.

With his head in the sweltering heat, and his body in the freezing cold, the combination gave him visions of something that was coming soon. A woman. She was coming very soon… Today, maybe? This seemed right. In truth, Brandon was expecting a woman to come today. It would be his new au pair. Someone named “Hershey”. Funny name. Brandon’s administrative assistant had arranged the whole thing, and, if she made it past the trial period, she would be taking care of Jason full time from now on.

Brandon, however, didn’t connect the dots between his vision and the new nanny who was on her way. Brandon suddenly smelled cocoa butter. This had been happening more often lately, and he didn’t know why. Then, something very strange happened… In spite of the freezing cold of the cryogenic chamber Brandon’s cock started to grow. The feeling of excitement that he was experiencing was akin to the feeling he would have every time was about to have sex with a beautiful woman for the very first time.