The Billionaire's Mistaken Mistress - Part 2 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read online

  She pulled at his hair, forcing his face closer to her as she heaved her hips up and down. John slid his body back up along hers until their lips touched again. Before he could kiss her, Jessie cried out in ecstasy as she guided him inside her, squeezing and pulsing as he thrust deep and hard. She was a bit taken aback by how large he was, and it took her a moment to adjust to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trailing her nails into his back, and then grabbing hard around his neck while he jerked his body faster and faster.

  Jessie's orgasm came in an enormous wave that both cooled and warmed her body at the same time. She continued to cum as John picked up his pace, ramming her hard as he grunted in carnal concentration. She felt his body stiffen as he let out a long groan, flooding her pussy with his hot load. She could feel that it was a lot, and no longer felt embarrassed by how incredibly wet he had made her. It was obvious by his cum spilling out from her that she had turned him on every bit as much as he had her. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and trying to catch his wind as beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead. Holding him in her arms, she reflected on how beautiful his white complexion looked against her dark skin.

  When he finally regained his composure, he lifted his head and his eyes met hers. She looked away sheepishly, her smile fading and her face growing solemn.

  “What's wrong?” he asked her with concern.

  “Nothing, except...”

  “Except what?” he prodded.

  “Sounds like a cliché, but… I seriously never do this on a first date.”

  He smiled and pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with a mixture of their sticky cum. “Well, then I consider myself privileged,” he joked as he lay beside her and rested a hand on her stomach.

  “Don't make fun of me, I'm serious,” she said.

  “I believe you, Jessie,” John comforted. “But stop sounding like you regret it. That was absolutely amazing and really meant a lot to me. You're… you're just… wow. That was great. I don't regret it one bit and never will.”

  “I don't regret it either and, to be honest, I tried so hard for this not to happen.” After a brief pause she jokingly muttered, “Apparently not hard enough.” Gently stroking her face she added, “But there's the subject of your wife to consider, you know?”

  “I'll deal with that little problem. Or should I say, big problem. I know I'm still married by law, but I'll get this divorce over and done with so that you and I can...”

  Jessie silenced him by placing her fingers over his mouth.

  “Don't say it, John. Don't make promises you can't keep. I'm going to get dressed and go.”

  She sprang out of bed and reached for her clothes, dressing quickly as he watched in confusion.

  “You could stay at the hotel if you'd like,” John offered as she scurried to put herself together. He lay on his back with one arm behind his head, still completely spent from the mind-blowing sex they'd had moments earlier.

  “No.” She smiled up at him. “This is better.”

  “At least let me walk you down to the car,” he insisted as he made his way out of bed and began to dress as well.

  They made their way back to ground level and, yet again, neither of them spoke in the long elevator ride down to the lobby. It wasn't an awkward silence, however, as Jessie still felt very connected to John, but the subject of Kimberly needed to be addressed and was weighing heavily on her mind. On the street outside the hotel, John opened the back door of his posh, black Bentley and leaned in to kiss her goodnight after making sure she was seated comfortably.

  “Jessie, I had a wonderful evening,” he said earnestly.

  “Me too,” she replied, staring intently at his lips.

  “It's shitty timing, I know, but I have to go away for a few days. I have some business to take care of in Europe. Can I call you when I get back?”

  “I'd like that,” Jessie said, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. They kissed softly before he closed the door and waved goodbye as his driver pulled away from the curb. Jessie sat looking out of the window, a big smile on her face as she reflected on the evening while hoping it wouldn't be too long before she heard from John again.

  Chapter Two

  Jessie didn't have to work the next morning. She didn't have to go to school either, but she did have a few books to read through and some studying to get done. After a long, warm shower, she slipped on her pink silk robe, made a strong pot of coffee, and flopped onto the sofa. Reaching for the remote, she flipped the television on and was greeted with an infomercial for exercise apparel. She rolled her eyes and cruised through the channels until landing on one that made her sit bolt upright. Once again, Kimberly Harwood was making the celebrity news. She was being interviewed on the red carpet of a movie premiere, but she was merely a guest and hadn't appeared in the film itself.

  “So, Kimberly, is it true that this is the end for you and banking magnate John Harwood?” The interviewer was a thin woman with straight blonde hair and thick, black eyelashes that were clearly fake and looked ridiculous. Kimberly was dressed in gold, her hair was swept up, and her makeup was perfect, as always. She grabbed the microphone and pulled it close to her bright red lips.

  “There is absolutely no truth in the rumor. And that's all it is: a rumor. John and I have never been closer. We've had our differences, sure, but what couple hasn't? In fact, John and I are going to Europe to get away for a while and escape from all this nasty gossip. We're heading to Italy, to be exact. He wanted a second honeymoon. Who was I to say no?”

  After a quick thank you and some typical ass-kissing, the interviewer faced the camera as Kimberly disappeared into the background with a female friend and climbed into a car with tinted glass windows. The annoying interviewer continued to babble on, but Jessie had no idea what she was saying. She was too busy watching the way Kimberly glided to the car and casually climbed inside. This did not look like a woman whose husband had just asked her for a divorce, Jessie thought as her blood began to boil.

  She muted the television and recalled the last thing John had said. He had told her that was heading off to Europe, and that he would call when he got back. Why couldn't he call her from overseas? Her eyes widened as she realized she had likely been used. What kind of sick game were these two playing, and who was lying? John or Kimberly?

  Jessica immediately picked up her phone and dialed information to find the number of Harwood Finance. She had them connect her, and waited anxiously as the phone rang four times before being politely answered by a male receptionist. She remembered the name of John's personal assistant, Heather Bryant, and asked for her directly. She was put on hold and anxiously waited yet again as jazz music blared through her receiver.

  “Hello?” Jessie recognized the friendly voice.

  “Um, I don't know if you remember me,” Jessie began. “I kind of barged into John Harwood's office one day...”

  “Jessica Drew?” Heather replied without hesitation.

  “You got it. Listen, I was wondering... could you tell me... I know he's out of the country, but has John Harwood gone to Italy?” Jessica managed to spit out while trying to remain calm.

  “That's right, yes.” Heather's voice was bright and friendly.

  “But on business, right?” Jessica asked, hoping she didn't sound as desperate and pathetic as she thought she did.

  “Business and pleasure, I guess you could say. He has a meeting, but he needs a break from work, too. Listen, Jessica...”

  “It's Jessie,” she corrected, and immediately regretted the hint of anger in her voice. She didn't mean to take her frustration out on this poor woman.

  “Jessie, right. I don't know when exactly he'll be back, but I don't think it's appropriate for me to...”

  “Never mind. You've told me all I need to know. Thanks, Heather.” Jessie hung up the phone and leaned back on the sofa, her mind racing and full of questions.

  To say she felt like she had been played for a fool was
an understatement. John Harwood was just as good an actor as his wife, it seemed. He certainly convinced her that he had feelings for her, but she wondered why he should go to such an extreme to get her into bed. Was it some twisted wager he'd made with his snobby, socialite friends? “We bet you won't sleep with a poor, black girl,” she envisioned his wealthy friends laughing as they gathered at some ritzy country club.

  She sipped her coffee. It was turning cold while she was becoming more heated at how she'd been so cruelly played. She pulled her robe tighter around her neck and looked at the muted television, scoffing at how ridiculous everyone looked moving their mouths with no sound coming out. Grabbing the remote, she shut off the television and sprang from the sofa.

  Back in her bedroom, Jessie changed into her usual comfortable clothes and grabbed her books. It was time to crack down and get some much-needed studying done. She had been sidetracked by John Harwood long enough, and she was done letting him be a distraction. Hell, she probably wouldn't even see him ever again, she thought. It was obvious now that Kimberly would be joining him in Italy, and she tried to shake the thought of them together from her mind. Everything she suspected about people like him were probably true, and she felt foolish for ever believing a word he'd said. She'd allowed herself to get swept away by his good looks and charm, with his vast wealth being merely an added bonus. He was more than likely in Italy right now having a laugh at her expense, that soulless bastard. Yes, she had been nothing more than a quick lay, and just another notch on his fancy hotel bedpost. Perhaps he had been craving some dark meat and, after getting what he wanted, had hurried back to his alabaster wife.

  She stopped herself at that last thought, realizing how callous and unlike her it was. She also noted what a lousy job she was doing pushing John from her mind, and what little studying she was getting done. Apparently the handsome billionaire who had wined and dined her wouldn't be so easy to forget after all.

  Chapter Three

  The looks of pity that Melanie gave Jessie when she showed up for work the next day were almost unbearable. Melanie had clearly seen her with John Harwood and, even with her limited brainpower, was able to piece together that something was up between them. The rumor mill had been running full-steam and it didn't take long for Melanie to learn that the two had gone on a date only for John to rush off with his wife the very next day.

  “I'm sorry, Jessie,” she empathized in the back room as they put on their aprons and prepared to begin yet another grueling shift. “Seriously, I am. People like the Harwoods, though... What do you expect? Rich assholes don't live in the real world like we do.”

  “Eh, don't worry about it. I wasn't expecting a fairytale ending. That's not my dream. Maybe I used him a bit, too,” Jessie replied, attempting to put a somewhat positive spin on things.

  “Maybe,” Melanie said, solemnly, as she left the room.

  Jessie wiped a tear from her eye and was glad Melanie had left before noticing it. She'd have to put on a good show of being strong, that much was certain. The truth was, she had fallen deeply in love with John the very moment she had laid eyes on him. It had nothing to do with his money but more so his demeanor, and his incredible looks also did her in.

  A week went by, and Jessie still hadn't received a call from John. When two weeks went by, she was tempted to call his office again to see if he had returned from Italy. By the time three weeks had rolled around, she had given up all hope of ever hearing from the man again and admitted defeat. She hated knowing that she had allowed herself to be manipulated by a man she was foolish enough to sleep with on their first night out. She was usually smarter than that, and to make matters worse she hadn't even used any protection when they were together. She couldn't believe she had made such a stupid move and chastised herself for it every single day.

  Six long weeks later, Jessie was still feeling used, bitter, and lonely. She wished she could stop herself from remembering his combination of strength and tenderness as he made love to her. Far too often her mind would drift back to that night, and although she knew the memory would fade in time, for now it was as vivid as if it had happened the previous night. She so clearly remembered his eyes, his smile, his laugh, and even his smell. She may have been partially intoxicated at the time, yet she could still recall every detail of their one night together.

  “You stupid girl!” An angry female voice snapped Jessie out of her daydream and brought her hurdling back to the reality of Burt's Diner.

  Because she didn't have her mind on the job, Jessie had walked straight into the back of a customer who had stopped at the register to pay her bill. The hot bowl of soup Jessie was carrying now dripped down the woman’s cream-colored blouse.

  “I'm so, so sorry,” Jessie said, fighting back tears.

  “Why don't you watch where you're going?” The woman sneered.

  “You just stopped suddenly...” Jessie started, but before she could finish the sentence she sensed Burt behind her and began to mop up the mess she had made by grabbing a handful of napkins and dabbing them on the woman's blouse. The woman became increasingly agitated, waving her hands and shooing Jessie away with a look of disgust on her face. Melanie had heard the commotion and darted over to begin cleaning the floor with a roll of paper towels, a kind gesture that definitely surprised Jessie.

  Despite her efforts to defuse the situation, Burt crooked his finger, signaling for Jessie to follow him out back.

  “Burt, it wasn't my fault,” she began to apologize while Burt still had his back to her. He swung around and studied her face for a brief moment.

  “Your mind isn't on the job, Jessie. I'm going to have to take this out of your wages.” Jessie hung her head in shame. “If you do something like this again, you know what will happen, right? I gave you a second chance against my better judgment.”

  “Burt, it won't happen again… I…” Jessie slapped her hand to her mouth, suddenly feeling nauseous.

  “What's wrong with you, girl?” Burt took a step back, his eyes wide with concern. “You don't look right.”

  “I don't feel...” Stopping the sentence short, she again covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom just in time to throw up into the toilet. She barely made it; the entire contents of her stomach coming out in violent bursts that left her dizzy and weak.

  With her eyes runny and red, Jessie clumsily made her way to the sink and let the cold water run fast, catching handfuls of it and soaking her face. She hoped each splash would miraculously help her feel better, but it was of no use. The water didn't help one bit.

  “How you doing?” Melanie asked with the door ajar and her head peeking into the bathroom.

  “I'm fine, thanks,” Jessie answered without looking up.

  “When did you last see that John Harwood guy?” Melanie asked her.

  “Why do you want to know?” Jessie replied while wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

  “Does he know you're pregnant?” Melanie questioned in a hushed tone.

  “What? What are you talking about? I'm not pregnant,” Jessie assured her while trying to fight off a second wave of sickness.

  “How long have I known you, girl? Long enough to know I've never seen you sick a day in your damn life. You don't even get the common cold. You're as hard as nails, child. Don't you tell me all that rushin' in here ain't because you're knocked-up.”

  Jessie lowered her head and processed Melanie's words. It was true that she rarely got sick, and like an idiot she hadn't used any birth control when John had pumped her full of his seed.

  “Shit. I think you're right. I'm late. Shit, I'm so fucking late. I don't believe this,” Jessie said while gripping the sides of the sink and staring at her reflection in the bathroom's beat up mirror. “I let my guard down for one minute with some lying, cheating guy, and this is what happens. I figured I was just late because school and this dump have been stressing me out.”

  “You better get back to work.” Melanie whispered. “Burt sent me after you
. He's running out of patience.” Melanie stood holding the door open. “Looks like you got a decision to make.”

  Jessie followed Melanie out, adjusting her apron and slapping on a fake smile.

  “All right. I'm coming, I'm coming.”

  “I don't mean that decision. I mean – you know.” Melanie pointed at Jessie's stomach. It had now been six weeks since she'd slept with John, which was far too early to be showing yet. Still, in six weeks she hadn't heard a word from the guy whose child she was likely carrying and that spelled trouble. She held out hope that she simply caught a mild stomach bug and wasn't really pregnant. She wouldn't know for sure until her shift ended and she could pick up a test at the pharmacy down the street. The next few hours were the longest of her life.

  Chapter Four

  Jessie grew increasingly surprised at the help and support Melanie continued to offer in her precarious situation. She felt it might be the girl's way of apologizing for all the grief she'd caused by her sending the bogus tweets and setting off the chain of events leading to her pregnancy. A pregnancy, Jessie recounted, that had been confirmed via four separate tests taken over the course of two long days. If Melanie had kept her scheming, immature ways to herself, Kimberly Harwood wouldn't have stormed into the diner that day, Jessie would have never been fired, and she certainly would have never crossed paths with the man whose baby she was now carrying. Melanie was undoubtedly the catalyst that set everything into motion, yet given how kind she was being, Jessie found it hard to hold it against her. Even if her understanding and compassion were out of guilt, she was still the only person Jessie had to lean on.

  “How are you feeling today, girl?” Melanie asked.

  “All right, I guess.”

  Their late shift at the diner had just ended, and they had both left at the same time leaving Burt balancing the till.