Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (8 page)

“I’m sorry.” Hershey said. “I really like you, Brandon, but… you know…”

Hershey glared at his wedding ring with a cross of contempt and worry. Brandon followed her eyes, and when his sight landed on her object of concern, he stopped so that could process the ring. He felt as if the ring were more of an anchor, forcing him to remain tied to a past he no longer felt attached to. As one last stall to think of what to say, he sighed…

“I’m married.” he said. “Unhappily.”

Brandon looked into Hershey’s eyes expectantly. He thought that she would understand. That she would overlook that little piece of paper, that little triviality which stood between her and him.  Before Hershey could use her lips to form the words, Brandon saw in her eyes that he would be disappointed. As her lips formed to make those words, Brandon wanted to slam his foot on the brakes of time so that she wouldn’t say it. Maybe then she wouldn’t say no to him. Hershey, however, wouldn’t say no
or
yes. She let the ball land in his court and fall dead like a rock.

“I know.” 

* * *

Alone in her quarters now, Hershey had no one to distract her, or defend her, from her own self-reproach. Had she just missed the train to the most wild and crazy romantic ride of her life?

She thought of all the men who came before Brandon. There were a healthy number, from a healthy bunch. They were lawyers, doctors and entrepreneurs. There was even a basketball player, once. Of course, they had all managed to fool Hershey into thinking they were after the real thing. What they were really after was a hot piece of arm candy. They didn’t see her for her talents, just her thick video vixen body and the status she could bring them. She couldn’t imagine what it might be like to be with a man who wasn’t just worth millions, they were worth BILLIONS. Maybe a man worth billions wouldn’t be so obsessed with silly status symbols. He had real wealth.

It wasn’t just because of the size of his bank account. Hershey thought about how powerful and commanding the CEO of a self-made multibillion dollar empire would have to be. He wasn’t a general of an army. He was commander-in-chief of all the generals of all the armies. Brandon also came with his surprises. He was strong, and fast, and outrageously ripped. He could be counted on to protect her at the very instant she needed protecting. He was comfortable allowing her to have exactly as much space and she preferred.

He was cocky; possibly a bit of an asshole. He saved an entire rainforest in Fiji by buying the whole thing! And, he was down with Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles! Why didn’t she do it?! The reason was simple. Almost too simple to waste time to going over so that you wouldn’t forget about it in the first place. Every square in of Boulder Manor was filled with petty, psychotic drama. She could sense that from the moment she’d set foot on their property. She hesitated because of his wife, Jeanette, and now she felt like a coward for it. Hershey knew she wanted it, but she also knew the cost.

Hershey wasn’t quite proud to say that she liked to masturbate when she was sad, but she figured that rubbing one out had far fewer calories than eating ice cream. She pulled out her trusty Thumping’ Bunny vibrator and looked at it woefully. It was a dismal consolation prize.

Hershey slathered lube over her vibrator with a similar type of dejected dispassion. She gripped the base of her vibrator, and she agonized over the fact that her phallus wasn’t Brandon’s cock. Oh, how she wished she could use her fingers to make a ring around the base of Brandon’s cock and nutsack. Just the thought of it entranced her, and she was subconsciously compelled to push her Thumping’ Bunny down her throat. Hershey’s throat, itself, was horny. If she could get his junk to tickle her esophagus, she would surely cum in her own panties, and leave her pussylips to swim in the juices.

Hershey then shoved the pink vibrator inside of her wetness slowly. She imagined that it was his… She placed it’s little bunny ears on her clitoris. The little ears fluttered from the vibrations and slapped her cherry like drummers on a goatskin. It was a tiny bit painful, but far more pleasurable. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she came long and hard. 

Hershey cried out in a whisper when the vibrator slid into her pussy, and gasped when the bunny ears slapped her clit. The vibrations revved at a steady pace, stimulating her nerve endings, and allowing Hershey’s ecstasy to catch up with its speed. Her clit, G spot and vaginal walls engorged until they constricted tightly around the vibrator. She could feel slick fluid building up in her pussy. Was she going to squirt? That had never happened before while she was masturbating. But with thoughts of her sexy boss filling her head, anything was possible. The vibrator suctioned in, and out of her vagina. Each penetration felts like complete domination. Each withdrawal felt like her orgasm juices would finally get to see life outside of their pussy cave.

Hershey pumped herself. She tried to push the vibrator in deeper and deeper. Whichever pussy muscles who were brave enough, and crazy enough, to fill with blood and become more engorged were squished back into submission, and shockwaves of lust whiplashed Hershey’s nerve endings, ordering them to submit. Submit she would. As Hershey pumped, she gradually cranked her breathing up until it was a groaning cry for mercy. Then, and only then, would the floodgates of her urethra break, sending out a gushing torrent of water, reminiscent of Niagara Falls. Hershey’s visual cortex short circuited, and she lost her ability to see for just a second as she came. It was a long orgasm, waves and bursts of pleasure erupted throughout her body.

Her brain was low on oxygen as she exhaled a little bit more deeply out of satisfaction. Now this was all over. Her satisfaction was consumed, and then enjoyed. Now that it was gone, Hershey was snapped back into reality. And it wasn’t pretty. That Thumping’ Bunny could NEVER come close to how amazing she’d feel with Brandon’s cock inside of her. Hershey looked at her gooey vibrator and chucked it at the floor. She knew it now. She wanted more; the real thing…

Hershey couldn’t believe she’d made such a rapid turn around. She was trying her best to stick to her guns: no complications. But Brandon was making it hard. He was unlike anyone she’d ever worked for and she’d worked for some high powered professional men. Brandon was different. He wasn’t just wealthy and ambitious. He was caring. He was pained. He was down to earth. Hershey wanted to throw out all her rules and just
be
with him, even if it was just once.

Hershey had been so moody and pouty; she’d entirely missed all of the danger signals. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings because she was so wrapped up in her fantasies about Brandon. Hershey was too distracted to see that Jeanette had been staring at her from her slightly ajar front door. Jeanette’s face looked like pure misery.

Her entire forehead was ruffled in pure rage. Jeanette couldn’t believe what she had just stumbled upon. It was gross! Jeanette couldn’t believe this little harlot had swooped in and taken control of her life. But witnessing this… Jeanette could use this. She wondered who that little bitch was fantasizing about.
Probably my good for nothing husband.
Jeanette thought to herself. Well, if she wanted to fantasize about Brandon, there was nothing stopping her. Jeanette just wanted to think of a way to use this to her advantage.

Jeanette’s war to save her marriage (and golden goose investment) would have happened regardless of whether Hershey had ever applied to become an autistic boy’s au pair. It just so happened that Hershey’s timing was fucked up, and now, Jeanette just so happened to want to crucify her. She hated Hershey’s presence in her home. Hershey threatened everything that Jeanette had lied and manipulated herself into over the years. Jeanette licked her lips. She didn’t think for a second about how creepy it was that she’d just watched Hershey’s most intimate moment from start to finish. She was bloodthirsty.

That night, Jeanette and Brandon had slept in the same bed together. Brandon felt so different from the way he used had felt just a week or two ago, that he got cold chills down his spine every time he opened his eyes and saw the stranger spooning with him. Jeanette knew that Brandon felt distant, but she didn’t care. She would have him, whether he wanted her or not. Recognizing Hershey threat for what it was, she had devised complete plan of attack starting first thing in the morning.
If that black bitch thinks that she can waltz up into my house and show me who’s boss.
Jeanette thought.
She’s got another thing coming…

Jeanette, Brandon, and Jason Boulder convened in the kitchen early the next morning. After a long silence Jeanette confronted Brandon about a concern that was nagging her. Of course, it was completely fabricated but Brandon wouldn’t know that. Brandon, somehow, was not surprised that Jeanette had something complaining about.

“Brando, I’ve been meaning to bring something up with you since last night. I thought that I’d give it a little bit of time to make sure that I was right…” Jeanette said, trying her hardest to act scared.

“What’s the matter, Jin?”

“When I came back from the museum yesterday, I came back to my room. The door was open, like someone had been in there. I was a little creeped out, so I snuck in slowly. I didn’t see anyone, but my things had been tampered with. Someone moved my stuff, Brando… The drawers weren’t closed the way I normally closed them, and my clothes were ransacked. And...” Jeanette waited for dramatic pause. “My 100-carat diamond ring was gone.”

Brandon started to frown because he knew what to say next. He knew that Jeanette would accuse Hershey of stealing the 100-carat ring, and she would campaign to have her fired like it was election season. Brandon, for once, saw Jeanette’s manipulation coming from a mile away. He knew that Hershey would have never taken that ring, because he had been with her the whole afternoon. Of course, he couldn’t exactly tell Jeanette that. Even though shopping for Jason’s things might sound like a reasonable excuse, Brandon would never be able to hide the emotion which lingered on his face, the tender feelings he had for the new apple of his eye: Hershey.  Feeling stalemated, Brandon didn’t shut Jeanette’s bullshit down, instead, he grit his teeth and let her go on…

“Brandon, I know you don’t want to hear this… But I feel like I have no choice but to let you know… That new au pair girl. She stole it.”

Sigh. Now that Jeanette had placed her pawn on the chessboard, Brandon analyzed it to see which counter would waste the least time.

“Jeanette, how could you be sure? We have 23 people on staff at the Manor. How did you rule the rest of them out?”

“Because…” Jeanette said, as plunged her hand in her pocket and pulled out her 100-carat ring. “I found my ring in her quarters.”

Brandon threw his eyebrows up in genuine surprise. He didn’t see that plot twist coming. Then he looked at Jeanette with genuine disappointment.
Is this how far she’d be willing to go to manipulate me?
He’d never seen a full portrait of her wickedness before, and he was sincerely shaken. Brandon wondered what other lies and betrayal she might have already perpetrated with such bold two-facedness. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t reveal why he knew that she was lying.

“I think you’re wrong about this, Jeanette.”

Brandon had nothing more to say on this matter. He couldn’t entertain the notion any longer and he didn’t have time for Jeanette’s antics. He just grabbed his things in a hurry and rushed off as if he were late for work. Jeanette didn’t even get to finish her little ploy. The jig was up.

She wasn’t used to losing. Whenever that happened, Jeanette got angry. This time, she was seething. Her face was red, and she’d clenched her fists so tightly that she bent both the fork and knife in her hand. Jeanette would need some vicodin and some cock stat if she ever had any hope of getting through the day without stabbing someone.

* * *

My wife’s up to something.

This was the cryptic text message that Hershey had received from Brandon earlier that morning. So much for staying out of needless drama. She didn’t know what to make of it exactly, but she had an idea. From the moment she’d set foot in the Boulder’s kitchen, she sensed the rivalry that was brooding between her and Jeanette. She wasn’t looking for the fight, but it found her anyway. Hershey, however, was no fool. She could stand her ground around Jeanette. She knew a woman like that was mostly talk and fussing and very little action. Hershey had been in real fights in her youth…

A few minutes after she’d received Brandon’s text message, Hershey decided to get some intel so that she could understand her enemy a little bit better. She wanted to keep this job. And although she hated to admit it, she wanted a chance with Brandon too. She approached Jeanette and told her that she was had a doctor’s appointment coming up, so she would be heading out shortly.

“Okay,” Jeanette responded, never lifting her eyes from her crossword puzzle.

Hershey drove out of the Manor gates and parked her car a few blocks away, and they she came back by foot to spy on Jeanette. She quietly walked through the front security gate. The guard on post was really confused.
Where’d her car go?
He thought. Hershey let herself in through the back door, and crept through the kitchen, through the dining room, through the foyer, past the main lobby, and up the stairs to the second floor. When Hershey got to the stairs, she heard a very distinct squeaky noise. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman riding a man’s cock and loving it.
What do we have here?
Hershey thought. She knew that Brandon wasn’t home, so who was having sex upstairs in his bedroom?

Hershey tip-toed up the staircase, trying her best to be silent. This was extremely difficult, by the way, because the steps were old hardwood. Each step forward like a blind walk through a minefield. Hershey didn’t know which step would creak and blow her cover to smithereens. About halfway up the stairs, Hershey stepped on a creaker, but she controlled the weight of her footstep enough to soften the noise. Hershey paused and listened to see if Jeanette had heard. She seemed to be moaning just like before. It seemed like Hershey was safe. After that first brush, Hershey sighed and climbed up the rest of the staircase a bit more casually. When she final step, she put her foot down and-
Creeeeeeeak.

This time Hershey’s cover was blown and she knew it. She had to hide. Fast. Jeanette’s moaning stopped, and there was an abrupt halt to any headboard, mattress spring and bedside lamp noises. Jeanette flew the door open. She looked at the hall and staircase, but saw nothing. She looked again and still saw nothing.
It was probably nothing
… Jeanette thought, as she closed the door again. She never noticed Hershey pressed against the wall, holding her breath behind that door. A few moments passed. Hershey pressed her head against the door. She could hear talking, though she couldn’t make out the words. After a little bit more chatter, Hershey heard Jeanette laugh out loud. Shortly after that, the moaning continued, along with the headboard, mattress spring and bedside lamp noises.

Hershey tuned her ear into the voices in the room, and they became more focused. It was clear that Jeanette was having sex with a Spanish-speaking man. She heard a string of dirty words like, “Caliente!” (Sexy!), “Perra!” (Bitch!), and “
Come mi chorizo!
” (Eat my cock!).“  If it hadn’t been fully obvious what Hershey had walked into yet, alarm bells were sounding now. Hershey had already pegged Jeanette as the cheating type. To her, she seemed like a career golddigger. She’d obviously weaseled her way into Brandon’s life when they were still young. Perhaps she was his high school sweetheart. Maybe she was the college girlfriend. Either way, Brandon wasn’t yet man enough to see that he’d fallen into a black widow’s nest.

Hershey felt sorry for Brandon because she knew he could do far better. Not only was Jeanette a manipulative cheater, it almost seemed like she had her gigolo on speed dial. Not five minutes after Hershey had left for her “doctor’s appointment”, this Spanish dude was already balls-deep inside of Brandon’s wife. What kind of woman was so brazen and heartless? How could she do this to her husband? Hershey realized that although Brandon had come onto her, he wasn’t the cheating type. He didn’t deserve this. He was a genuinely good guy.

Hershey pressed her head to the floor to try to get a view of Jeanette’s treachery. As she peered through the little slit between the door and the floor, she could see an olive-skinned man with long black hair and a goatee. His pubic hair was completely shaven, and he wore a condom. On the armchair close to the bed was a groundskeeper’s overalls.
What’s with this woman and groundskeepers?
Hershey thought. She closed one eye and tried to focus the other so she could read the name on the overall.

It said ‘Julio’. Hershey wondered if this man was a thirsty gardener who happened to seduce the lady of the house, or if he was a paid henchman. Was Julio a gigolo pretending to be the gardener? Hershey scoped the contents of the bedside table. There were bottles of water, lube, a few vibrators, and a buttplug.
Something tells me that Mexican gardeners don’t pack buttplugs in their work bags.
Hershey thought.

The Spanish-speaking man with the goatee pulled his cock out, snapped his condom off, and jacked his cock in preparation for his final cumshot. Hershey suddenly had a bright idea. She pulled out her phone to get a picture. Julio ejaculated at exactly the same time that Hershey took a snapshot. She had a perfect shot of him with his hand on his cock, and Jeanette with semen on her face.
This might come in handy someday.
Hershey thought. Then she tiptoed away as quickly as possible. Sure it was a little devious, but Hershey had a feeling she would need something to protect herself.

* * *

Brandon’s chauffeur had pulled up to the main entrance of boulder manor. Brandon stepped out of the vehicle and approached the front door. As usual, the Porter was there to greet him and let him in. Jason had seen all of this happening from his bedroom window, and now he was excited to see his daddy after a long day without it.

“Daddy! My daddy!”

Jason ran from the windowsill to his bedroom door, to the hallway, to the staircase, and finally, to his father.

“How’s my boy today?” Brandon asked while  picking his excited son of with one arm and letting him since there like it was a tree branch.

“I learned the potty today, Daddy! And I know my ABCs!” Jason didn’t ask his father if he wanted to hear the alphabet song, he simply started singing the whole thing… “ABC DEF G…”

“He’s already got the potty and ABCs down. At this rate, he’ll be able to take over your company by his early teens” said Hershey jovially. She approached father and son with a warm smile on her face.

“Hershey, this is just incredible. You are so good with him!  You’ve already far surpassed my wildest expectations. Ahhhh.”  Brandon sighed. “I love…”

Brandon stopped himself cold. He realized what was about to come out of his mouth and he stopped, terrified. Hershey’s draw from in utter shock, her eyes were wide and her eyebrows were raised. How could it be so easy for him to say the “L” word?  How, with this total stranger? After all, they just met yesterday. Hershey had to face the reality, that she actually felt quite similarly.

What was going on? How could they feel so intensely about each other so quickly? Each question begged more questions, and the more questions that came, the more her heart palpitated. Hershey realized that she wanted to join the father and son moments. She wanted to hug both of them and kiss Brandon on the mouth, the way a good housewife would greet her man when he arrives home after a long day’s work. She couldn’t. She had to exercise control. Or at least, she had to try…

Jason finished the whole ABC song and then he hopped from his father’s arms and dragged him upstairs to show him that he could use the potty correctly. Brandon was getting dragged away. He looked at Hershey, the object of all of this lustful desires, and shrugged. For now, he had to go with the kid. He was at his son’s mercy.

Brandon took a another hour to dote upon his son like the excellent father that he was.  Jason eventually got preoccupied with a butterfly net in the backyard, and slowly started to forget all about his daddy. Brandon sat on the back porch and watched his son playing… Hershey joined him on the porch…