My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (118 page)

Janelle, was looking over at the vast waterfront from the vantage point she had at the sprawling Tudor mansion. She was in an exasperated mood. Even the calming rolling of the waves did nothing to erase the feeling. Immediately she stepped into the vehicle than the overpowering allure of the black man had swept her in. she felt her under garments get soaked, her thighs feeling soft and the sensitive spots of her areolas were erect. She had not felt the warm caresses of a man for so long. Now was also pain that she had never felt before. Scott industries needed an Heir, and there was none. She wouldn’t let the company fall to her sister.

Her sister was wreck less in every single way. Most importantly she didn’t have a knack on the business world. Leave alone the current market trends. She always felt comfortable, living off comfortably her shares of the wealth that had been bequeathed to them by their father. She squandered it with the pity of a man she called Ron, but it had also brought joy.

“Sister, you are getting old,” her sister had begun. She had laid there weakly at the Group Health Downtown Seattle Medical Center. It was housed in the same building as the modelling agency. It was where, Ron and she had come to welcome the birth of their first born son.

“For your information, Melissa, am string strong enough to govern Scott……”

“Goodness sake, I don’t mean that. Am sure you will be strong enough to handle it even when you are ninety. What I mean is, don’t you think it’s about time you settled down and got yourself a family?”

“This is not the…….”

“Time to think of subtle things? Come off your high horse and think about it. You need a family more than ever. Settle down and have someone to make you laugh.”

She only glared at her sister. But she knew she was right. In about two years, she would be reaching menopause. There was no heir to Scott Industries. If it fell to the wrong hands then what she had worked for and all her mother had seen through, would all go through the waste

Janelle, did try to have periodical sexual relationship with casual men including some of her workers. They would each sign the non-disclosure agreement which would seal anyone with bright ideas of speaking out.

Suddenly she had a door unlock and Maurice, the butler walk over to her.

They have arrived madam, should I show them in?”

"Please do. And get me a glass of champagne please."

"Ok ma’am."

She really needed the whole bottle. Her nerves were all in disarray. They were getting the better of her and the now pounding headache was making the whole situation worse. She was feeling like a teenage who was now coming to know about love and sex. This wasn’t her first time. Each year she would dedicate a night of love making with anyone and the stranger would be off. Despite the risk that were associated with the arrangement, she overlooked them. She was a risk taker. She was a Scott.

When she finally got the glass, she drained it all and at once she felt her senses fortified with steel. The men got to the foray and sat at the gazebo. Eddy left the two love birds in their nest and went to his room to jerk off. He had a lot of pent up steam due to the follow and she could not shake off in his head, her lying in bed writhing under the arms of the ebony guy.  The erotic daydream had given him a massive boner and he wanted to relieve his desire.

Martin could feel the muscles all over his body tense up. Eddy had explained everything to the detail. She was looking for some casual sex; you give it to her. One night is all that took. After that you work away with twenty thousand dollars in cash, check or wired, depending on the preference of the model.

Without uttering a word, Janelle pushed the papers towards the black Adonis and a company striped pen. Despite knowing the content, Martin read them. This ignited pride into Janelle. Most daft men had signed the documents without so much as pouring over it. She smiled and snickered,

“Just perfect for the job.”

Martin was battling demons in his heart and soul. He knew his mother would never agree if she found about it. But who would tell? No one would. But what if he is asked where he gotten plenty of bills to spend so lavishly. He would hide it away. Wait till he got his first salary then start brandishing the money slowly.

It was then that the particular line got him startled.  So Eddy had not been complexly honest. The look of extreme shock on his face made Janelle know that he was reading the crucial paragraph. Nobody would have seen that coming. She had made a slight change in the “Terms of Commitment”. She had made up her mind and quickly called the Lawyer. Changed the draft of the agreement and add a few clause.  The new edited copy was then faxed and emailed to her.

“So, you want me to be your sex slave till you get a child from me. Once you get the child, I get a million dollars to vanish, Right?”

“Correct. All I want is a child,”

"And if I refuse?"

"You still sign the Non- disclosure document, take your miserable black ass out of here and I find another person to do the job."

The mentioning of a million bucks was more than enough to seal the deal. He had gone through all the trials and tribulation and get the life of a lifetime disappear. He would find a way to explain it to mother and everything would be fine. She would understand him... no, that was a hoax, she would be breathing dragon fire. His was an easy decision to make. Better be scolded by his mother than subject oneself to a life of abject poverty. He hastily poured over the rest of the document before signing it. She felt both relieved and elated.

They were now in the master bedroom of the Mansion. He was getting accustomed with the largeness and the expansiveness of the posh bedroom; it was all new to him. Here was a room galore with splendour. It was more than he could take it. Standing next to him was a near naked Janelle.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Shut the crap up and fuck, I might rethink my offer,” she said; with that everything was settled.

Suddenly, he sat on the bed and tugged her panties off and threw them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection sprung free. He reached over to the bedside table and wanted to grab the piece of foil when he remembered. This was not home, neither was a condom necessary. He pushed her to the bed. Her back on the mattress and prepared to move her legs apart.

“You really want to do this?” he asked softly. She saw his penis, and it was as she had imagined. Hard, long and thick; she feared it might not fit. Slowly and gently he plunged into her. He opened his mouth and groaned at the sheer pleasure he felt.

“You’re so tight. You okay?”

She only managed a nod. Her eyes wide with pleasure, her hands on his forearms. He staid still, letting her acclimatize to the intrusive, overwhelming feeling of him inside her. A new sensation never felt before.

“I’m going to move, baby,”

“Oh.”

He eased back with exquisite slowness. He closed his eyes and groaned, before thrusting viciously into her. She moaned with pleasure.

“More?” he whispered, his voice quite raw.

“Yes,” she breathed, so he continued riding her.

She was now groaning and moaning. Overwhelmed by pleasure. He dared not break the rhythm.

“Again?” he asked

“Yes.” She was pleading

He continued pounding, and in fact, he couldn't stop. He shifted onto his elbows to allow proper penetration. She was reeling in the fullness of sensation.

“Fuck, it has been so long.”

He increased tempo. She was now morning loudly, his pound matching her moans, relentlessly and mercilessly. She tried matching and meeting his thrusts. Then the stiffening begun in her as Martin quickened his tempo. He continued to thrust on and on. Her body was quivering.

"Harder" she screamed as she was nearing climax. Sweat was forming a sheen over her entire body as she rode Martin’s big black cock, trying to get all of him inside her. She could feel the beginning of her orgasm in her toes as it slowly crept up her spine. She almost lost consciousness as her pussy gripped onto his beautiful cock, rocking her into orgasm.

“I'm cumming!” she breathed, taking gasps of air.

“Yes, baby…”

Martin wasn't far behind, as she calmed down, he flipped her over in one swift move, all the time staying inside her, and he began pumping her with all his might. Almost instantly, he groaned and shuddered as he convulsed in orgasm.

As they lay there, heavily spent, their silence was loud enough. It was as though each was communicating to the other as they gulped for air. They explored the magical moment that was going in them; it had been spectacular. Janelle was sure that this was a big fish she was not going to lose.

Two years had already passed ever since the signing of that agreement, and five months ever since the birth of the wonderful angel, Megan.

"Melisa had been right," Janelle thought.

As the meeting took place over at Clampett Oil and Gas Corp offices in Washington DC, her mind kept veering off. As the men continued to haggle over the fluctuating oil prices, she was looking at her past with black gold of a man. Two wonderful years that had been perfect. She felt fulfilled and resonantly better. Ever since the agreement, she was no longer bitter yet compassionate. Her social circles were even calling her a tamed tiger.

The meeting wound up to a wrap. She greeted the oil men and handed over the portfolio. Almaashud Sellal Ismaïl Omar, felt belated. He had sold the company, but it was worth every penny. He was now planning to do away with the other three oil and gas companies that he owned. He despised women, especially American women; they were arrogant and proud. However, he had been awed by this woman. She was beautiful, intelligent and submissive. What a rare quality to find this days. He was jealous of her husband.

At the private hangar at the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, she received the gayest news she ever wanted. Martin was now a legal American citizen. Finally, she sighed. She had worked so hard to find a way. A way they could be joined in blissful matrimony; it was a surprise she would give him on his coming birthday.

As she boarded the plane, a slight rain began to pound the city. “A good omen.” Pauline had reluctantly agreed to their wedding. Janelle had secretly seen Pauline a few days before. That was after she had offered her the Luculenus Talent and Modelling Agency as a gift to gain her blessings. All this was planned to remain a secret. She had bought off the agency for her soon to be Mother- In-law.

Reporters were gathering at the
Trump International Hotel Waikiki Beach Walk
as they watched celebrities and business giants as they paraded into the hotel with shimmering evening dresses. They alighted from there limousines and walked through the revolving doors and enter towards the Oahu Ball that was set on the first floor. It was a schooling of international whales. Dennis Frump was happy since one of his five star hotels was in the limelight; his points for the presidency were adding.

Cameras flashed as reporters called out, “this way please Vice President, and thank you”

“One more picture your Majesty,”

The ball room was jammed packed with senators, governors, political representative world-wide including the newly wed royal couple from England. Business tycoons and celebrities were present. They were there for one reason only. To celebrate the taming of a ferocious tiger. Megan Scott Chege was a centre of awes and cheers as her parents had been joined in holy matrimony. Scott Industry was now a family run company.

Janelle Chege was officially married. Death could rob her anything but her happiness. The crash was not going to kill her joy. For seven months she had fought her way to recovery. The fire had burnt her seriously but an expensive plastic surgery had taken care of that. Her struggle to stay alive had astonished the world. She was deemed a hopeless case but not to the affluent ladies and gentlemen who had converged there, love conquered everything.

Walking with a slight slur in his steps, Martin Chege was another hero. He also had fought a near losing battle with a heart attack. He went and kissed his mother on the cheeks. She had been the custodian of the conglomerate and she had built quite a name for herself.

For a whole year, Pauline stood at the helm as both her son and soon to be daughter-in-law battled for their lives. She had proved her skills. In the ensuing months, she proved to be a brilliant executive and Janelle had insisted she continued till their honeymoon was over.

The couple rose from their high tabled seats and shockingly bent over Pauline’s feet. Uttering words that none of the distinguished guest could understand, she called out for the spit of her forefathers to bless the two. Asking them to protect over their marriage. A special traditional brew had been flown from the now peaceful Kenya. She took a swig from the chalice holding the drink and spattered on the heads of her now married children.  The whole scene was being televised to foreign countries and in their respective languages. A new sense of leadership waited the Scott Industries enthusiast.

THE END

BONUS BOOK 6

Falling For A Pimp

African American Romance

By: Violet Hill