Paranormal Curves (BBW Collection) (8 page)

Melea stood there nervously, wringing her hands while contemplating on ringing the doorbell or not. This was by far the bravest thing she had ever done and was immediately regretting standing here on the doorstep.

Pushing the button quickly, the bell sounded and within six seconds the door had opened.

“Hello,” Melea said quietly as the man smiled and allowed her in.

“Your name Miss?” the man said and beckoned for her to give him her jacket, which she did timidly. Now was not the time to act shy! Her mind reminded her.

“Melea Young,” she replied and held the envelope tightly in her hands.

“You can take a seat over here Miss Young, I’ll tell Mr. Simpson you’re here to see him,” he smiled and left to take the long winding staircase.

Instead of sitting down, she gazed at the room in front of her. There was a grand fireplace that was at the moment dormant, and was accompanied by furniture that matched the stone of the furnace, a glowing red and hazel. The man had great taste, and wondered if he had had a woman decorate the inside of his mansion or not?

“Miss Young,” Jordan Simpson came down the stairs quickly, and stood in front of her, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I…” she faltered and felt lost in his smile that seemed so genuine and warm.

“This is a thank you, for the money,” she ended with a whisper and handed him the card that now seemed trivial compared to what he had done for her.

Jordan opened it slowly and gazed at the card, before looking back at her, “I must say that I have never received a card before after giving money to someone. Thank you.”

“Thank you Mr. Simpson,” she replied with a small blush.

“Just call me Jordan,” he winked and opened his arms, “would you like a tour? I promise there is more to this house than what the entrance alludes too.”

She found herself nodding and following him around like a puppy as he showed her all the grand rooms, each different with color and still maintaining a rustic look. It was beyond beautiful, something Melea would only dream of owning one day.

“So tell me about yourself Melea?” Jordan said as he took her upstairs and they walked out onto the balcony that overlooked his grand garden in the back and pool that was off to the side.

“What would you like to know sir?” she answered back, still aware that manners were needed, despite the personal conversation they were having.

“Anything, I know you want to become a vet,” he smiled warmly, not commenting on how he had been addressed.

“It’s been my dream since I was little,” she sighed, “I’m the second oldest of four and the only girl. My father died when I was fourteen, and my mom has been fortunate enough to be able to send us all through school. From there we have to find our own ways to pay for a higher degree.”

“What does your older brother do?” He asked in interest.

“Construction sir, he really enjoys building things, maybe a little too much,” she giggled, remembering how Marcus had always enjoyed Legos from the age of three and had never stopped building things since.

“I’m sorry about your father,” Jordan murmured softly, “I’m sure that must have been hard.”

“For my mom yes,” she admitted, “but for the four of us… I’m not so sure. He was always working to help with finances you know?”

He nodded and couldn’t help but feel utter sympathy for this woman. She was trying her best to support her family it seemed along with her brother and wanted to find another way to help them out somehow without Melea finding offense to it.

“Are your two younger brothers in college?”

“No sir, they’re twins, and are in their senior year of high school.”

He nodded, “well let me know what they end up wanting to do. I know plenty of people in Universities who are always giving scholarships to those who need them or aren’t aware of the ones that are available for students.”

Melea felt tears brim in her eyes; this man wanted to help her family with college which was more than anything her mother would ever hope for. She secretly hoped that when she was older, Melea would find a man as generous and kind as him.

“Have lunch with me Miss Young?” he held his hand out to her to finish the tour.

“I would love too,” she said breathless and gazing back at his eyes again.

Melea found herself entering her apartment later that evening. After saying goodbye to Jordan she had ran some errands and then imagined herself being back at the mansion in its entire splendor. He had been nothing but a gentleman during her stay and found herself even more captivated by the man. So why was it he never left his house? Money could only get you so far with happiness she assumed and couldn’t figure out why he would choose to stay cooped up instead of going outside and enjoying other people’s presence.

Shrugging, she soon fell asleep within seconds once lying in bed and didn’t awake that next morning until a phone call startled her.

“Hello?” Melea said, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Miss Young?” the man’s voice spoke on the other side.

“Yes?”

“This is Harold, Mr. Simpson’s butler,”

At the mention of Mr. Simpson, Melea sat up straighter and awoke fully, “hello Harold.”

“Good morning Miss Young, I hope I didn’t wake you. Mr. Simpson has requested your presence again today around noon if that’s alright.”

“Yes, I shall be there,” she felt her heart pounding in her chest.

“He told me to tell you that I would be picking you up in the limousine Miss,” Harold spoke gently, “shall I tell Mr. Simpson otherwise?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll be ready for you by noon,” she spoke as the call ended and Melea hopped in the shower. For whatever reason her presence was requested was beyond her, but if it had anything to do with the slight attraction she felt for him, then she needed to look her best.

After showering briefly, she made sure that she looked as presentable as possible. Lining her eyes with a thin strip of eyeliner and putting on her best lingerie. She had always thought that what you wore underneath was definitely a sign of confidence for your outward appearance.

Precisely at noon, the doorbell rang as Melea made her way downstairs, careful not to trip in her wedges. She had donned on a lilac pencil skirt and grey blouse with grey pumps to complete it. It wasn’t anything over the top, but still professional enough to be in front of Mr. Simpson. Underneath was a completely different story, she thought while opening the door and allowing Harold to lead her towards the white limousine.

Jordan stood there, waiting anxiously to meet the young woman again. There was something about her that made his heart lurch within his chest. He knew she was the one for him, that’s what his inner being was saying… she was in fact his mate. But how could he go about telling her why he never went out, or why he was the way he was? Would she accept him and his inner grizzly?

Praying a silent prayer, he hoped that some God was listening to him to allow him to make Melea his lifelong mate. She may be younger, but that didn’t stop him from trying. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she had to be his.

“Sir,” Harold opened the door to reveal the beautiful girl that was standing at the entryway. His breath left his chest as he struggled to look composed and professional, hopefully she wouldn’t notice his hesitation. She simply had taken his breath away.

“Miss Young,” he smiled and waved away Harold while taking her hand in his, reveling in the smooth skin. “So glad you could make it.”

“The pleasure is mine Jordan,” she spoke boldly while batting her lashes.

Jordan couldn’t help but smile; she had noticed his pause and already knew that he was under her spell. Neither of them would be able to keep their eyes or hands off the other as soon as he kissed her. Jordan was absolutely sure of it.

“I wanted to offer you something,” he beckoned for her to sit while he stood, too fidgety to sit still.

“And what would that be?” she asked softly, not daring to meet his gaze fully.

“You see,” he began and sat down to meet her gaze after a few moments of her hesitating. “One of my greatest joys is to reward those who do good within the community and their hard work goes unnoticed half the time.”

Melea stayed quiet and waited for him to continue, what hard work was he talking about? She had only met this man one other time and now it seemed that he had taken an interest in her and looked up personal things or something about her. Strangely it made her insides shiver with delight at the fact that some man had an interest in her.

“I would like to offer to pay fully for your vet schooling, along with giving money for your twin brothers who are about to graduate.”

She shot her head up and felt her mouth go dry. He could not be serious…

“Jordan,” she faltered, “that’s very kind of you… but my family does not need money out of pity or anything…”

“Think of it as a token of gratitude for everything you and your mother and older brother have done to provide for the family. I admire someone who is dedicated to their family,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Will you allow me to do this one thing for you Melea?”

She said nothing for a moment and decided that she might as well take the offer for her brothers. Her mother would be absolutely speechless when she found out!

“You can pay for the twins schooling, but I’m sorry Jordan, I don’t feel it’s right for me to accept the money for my schooling. I can manage on my own,” she stood up, ending the conversation at Jordan felt the urge to keep her there and convince her otherwise.

“You look stunning Melea,” he murmured softly, his voice like velvet.

Melea ducked her head to avoid blushing and gazed back to see he had stepped closer, his lips inches from hers.

“Please don’t tell me that it’s just me who feels this,” he breathed against her lips as she stood still, too scared to ruin the moment.

“No Sir,” she breathed as Jordan placed his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers.

4

Melea had never been kissed like this before, and knew just from his lips that he was quite experienced. Of course he would be, with being quite a few years older than her.

“Jordan,” she gasped as he slid his hands to her ass and brought her closer to him.

He bit her lower lip gently and felt himself harden after feeling her chest pressed against his. He could not wait to get her undressed and fuck her senseless. He needed it.

“Come with me,” he nearly growled and led her quietly into a guest room where the lighting was dim, revealing the pale gold walls and hazelnut furniture.

“Strip for me Melea,” he whispered in her ear as she gasped from the bold favor. Her core was already heated and she knew it would be a matter of time before she gushed.

“I’m not sure you want to see me like that… Sir,” she said feeling self-conscious. She had always been on the heavier side and hadn’t been able to work out as much recently since her job had required a lot of standing and whatnot.

“On the contrary,” he slid her hand down to his throbbing manhood that was still inside his pants, “I think you are making me quite aroused Melea.”

She panted and slowly stepped back as she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, watching as Jordan laid on the bed and undid his shirt as well, revealing his taut chest with muscles that were incredibly defined.

Sliding the top off, she stood in her heels and skirt, as Jordan pulled his dick out and groaned. Her breasts were threatening to spill out of her white lacy bra and he could not wait to suck those nipples that he knew were going to be larger than most girls.

“When you pull the skirt down,” he grunted as he continued massaging his cock, “bend over for me sugar.”

Melea said nothing but instead turned around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor while sliding her skirt off, leaving her in her matching thong that was definitely soaked by now from his commanding voice.

She spread her muscular thighs and bent over, as Jordan groaned and began cursing a string of words.

“Fuck you’re so damn sexy,” he stood up and came over to her, trailing his fingers down her spine.

“Don’t move,” he murmured and slid her thong down with his thumbs while rubbing his index finger against her puffy slit. Fuck he couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Bending over, he fondled her breasts while rubbing his aching cock against her slick entrance. She just had to accept him and he would do anything she wanted.

“Please,” she begged, feeling her insides clench from the wanting of feeling him inside her. “Please Jordan.”

“As you wish,” he slammed into her and grabbed her hips as he continued pounding away.

Melea groaned in ecstasy and thrusted back against him, not feeling ashamed for being bent over like a dog to please the sexy billionaire. She would gladly bend over any day to feel his rock hard cock inside her.

Jordan looked down at his pink cock sliding in and out of her chocolate entrance and groaned at the erotic sight. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“Are you on the pill?” he grunted while tweaking her nipples gently.

“Yes,” she gasped as she felt him stiffen inside and shoot load after load into her entrance. She shook and climaxed a few seconds later as Jordan massaged her ass and kissed her spine.

“Thank you,” he kissed her neck tenderly and continued to touch her heaving breasts.

Melea leaned against him, allowing him to manipulate her body and seduce her. She would gladly do anything he wanted after that.

“Will you let me pay for your schooling now?” he teased gently as he turned her around to look at her.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Will you let me treat you like how you deserve to be,” he kissed her lips gently and felt his grizzly struggling to stay within him. Now was not the time to reveal that he was a shape shifter.

“Yes,” she kissed him again as he slid his hands down to her slit and rubbed gently.

“I think,” he nuzzled her neck and began kissing and sucking her breasts, “that I’m ready for another round if you are?”

Melea just nodded and gazed into the man’s eyes that had completely captivated her and won over her entire body from day one.