(2 Book Box Set) Loving The White Billionaire: 2 & 3 (5 page)

“That makes sense,” I answered. I didn’t know what to do at
that point. His eyes were so intense that I felt a little uneasy. I felt
nervous as though I were put on the spot.

“Don’t worry, Jaida, I’m not asking for an answer from you.
But I am not going to kept it a secret; I want you, and I want you for as long
as I can have you.”

I didn’t respond to him, and I knew he didn’t expect me to
either. He only felt the need to state how he felt, the rest was up to me. I
smiled slightly before picking up my glass of wine and toasting with Axel.
Taking a few sips of wine, I placed the glass back on the table. This would be an
exciting ride.

I
woke up to the soft warm breeze as it floated
through the window to kiss my skin. My right leg and arm were draped over a
body pillow while a sheet was the only thing covering my nakedness. Axel was
not next to me, I only knew this by the sound of brushing against teeth.
Stretching, I sat up on the bed, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The weather
was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have imagined it better myself.

We’d opened it the night before, lit some candles, and
played smooth jazz while I gave Axel a massage. My mind went straight back the
sight of those muscles drenched in warm oil. I remembered how beautiful I
thought he was. He laid there calmly as I worked on him, moaning every once in
a while when I applied pressure to the right spot.

He said that he was a little tense from all the plane trips
and not enough exercise to combat the cramps. It made total sense but,
surprisingly, I was fine. It was probably from all the sleep that I got during
our vacation. I asked him about his sleep.

“Did you get any?”

“Well, every now and then I have trouble sleeping. It’s
something that developed when I was younger.”

“Is it insomnia?” I asked as I pressed against his deltoid.

“Not quite, and if it is it’s so infrequent. I just brush it
off as having too much on my mind,” he answered.

“Well, what are you thinking about?” I asked before rubbing
some more oil onto his well-defined back.

“The company, and of course you.”

“Aww, honey,” I said bashfully.

“I’m serious. I can’t keep my mind off of you. I always
imagine the future with us, especially now that we’re here. You know, I’ve
never brought another woman here,” he said sincerely.

“Really? Not even once?”

“No, not even my mother has been here.”

“What? How did you manage that?” I asked thinking about my mother.
She was in my apartment before I’d even seen it. She was so nosey like that.

“My mom doesn’t like planes. She said the only way you could
get her back to Italy would have to be by boat,” he said with a chuckle.

“Well then, why not buy her one?” I asked.

“She’d really like you,” he commented.

“Why? Because I’m trying to get you to buy her a boat?”

“Precisely, you’re like a sale person, but sexier,” he added
in a seductive tone.

“Why haven’t you?” I asked him as I applied pressure to his
lower back.

“Because my mom get motion sickness too easily. You see,
before my mom came to America from Italy, she was pregnant with me. My dad
thought that all of her sickness was due to the morning sickness, but it was
actually from the yacht that my dad had purchased for her as a gift.”

“I had no idea you were from Italy.”

“My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is from Sicily. They met
when he was stationed in the Navy.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

“I think so, no matter how feminine that sounded, I can’t
deny that it is a beautiful story.”

“Sexy and sensitive, a double whammy!” I said leaning down
to kiss his cheek.

“And Italian, don’t forget Italian,” he added confidently.

“This is true. I’m not mixed with anything that I know of.
Honestly, my cousins used to say that I was adopted.”

“Let me up. Why would they say that?” he asked as we
switched positions.

“Because, my skin is only this dark during the summer.”

“It’s not even that dark honey, just in comparison to me,”
he said.

“Yeah well, in comparison to their skin tone, I was light.
Too light, and my hair was too ‘good’ to be completely black,” I said with reminiscent
frustration.

I placed my feet on the floor and made my way towards the
bathroom where Axel was. He was bent down over the sink, my guess was he’d just
finished washing his face as it was now covered with a towel. When he came up,
I was just reaching the doorway. He stopped what he was doing to look straight
at me, as I was in the buff.

He didn’t say anything, but when he placed his palm against
the smell of my breast, I knew exactly what he was thinking. Pulling me against
his body gently, he took my mouth in a kiss that curled my toes and sent my
body through waves of ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around his body as he
positioned me against the sink.

My right leg came up to hook around his waist. His hand
firmly gripped my thigh as his member ground against my sex. I gasped as he
took a handful of my hair suddenly within his firm grasp. I moaned as he tasted
my neck. My breath quickened, he smelled so good. Almost too good, like bacon.

I opened my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows as I continued to
smell the air. The bacon smell grew stronger until it started to smell too
strong. Axel stopped for a moment in confusion.

“Do you smell that?” I asked him.

“What? Oh hell! The bacon!” he said releasing me before
bolting out of the bathroom and charging down the stairs. I couldn’t help but
let out a chuckle of amusement.

Shaking my head at him, I got myself washed up and ready for
the breakfast that was burning downstairs. Laughing at my statement as I hoped
in the shower, I quickly washed up before I grabbed my towel. Heading down the
stairs after dressing in a short turquoise sundress, I sat down at the island
in the middle of the kitchen in front of two plates.

“Hey,” Axel said looking back to smile at me.

“Hey, did you burn all of my food?” I asked in a teasing manor.

“No, smarty pants.”

“That’s Ms. to you,” I said with sass.

“Ha! Jaida, you’re perfect,” he said before serving the food
before grabbing silverware, cups, and juice.

“Aw, thanks honey,” I said playfully.

“I figured that you would enjoy some breakfast, Italian
style. Plus bacon because you are a bacon fiend!”

“Oh, this all looks so good!”

“Here you have your cafe’ e latte, which is just milk and
coffee. You have your fete biscotatte, which is an Italian cookie. And then you
have your Macedonia, which is just fruit salad.”

“Wow Axel, you pulled out all of the stops with this one.”

“All for you. Besides, you’re going to need to something for
later on today with my friends.”

“Uh oh, are you the typical jerk who is mean to his
girlfriend around his friends?” I asked remembering how rambunctious Ethan used
to be.

“Of course not! It’s just that all of the friends that
you’ll be meeting are male, not female. Why? Is that how Ethan treated you?” he
asked before spearing a piece of fruit.

“Well, you know how guys are. They get a boost of
testosterone when they’re around their guy friends,” I said brushing it off as
male human nature.

“No, no, any guy that allowed you to believe that treating
you like crap while he’s with his friends is normal is a total tool. You deserve
to be treated the way you treat him at all times, no exceptions.”

My eyebrows shot up for a fraction of a second before I
looked back down to my food. Being with Axel now, made me realize all of the
mess I shouldn’t have put up with when we were together. I took a sip of my
coffee before placing it down.

“I guess you’re right,” I said quietly.

“I know you’re really sensitive about that, but I just want
you to know how I feel about relationships and how they should be. I don’t want
you to ever feel like I’m anything like Ethan, because as far as I’m concerned,
I’m nothing like him,” he stated softly.

“I know. It just makes me feel like a fool. How could I let
him treat me the way he did when there are men out there like you?”

“You didn’t know any better.”

“I knew what I did and did not like. The only excuse I had
was history; we’d been together since high school.”

“That’s a pretty good excuse, honey. He was your first love,
he was your comfort zone, and he was all you knew.”

In a way he was right. First love was the strongest, but in
a way I was right; just because it was the strongest doesn’t mean that it was
the best. I finished my breakfast before chasing it with a swig of my coffee.
My hands now lay flat against the counter.

“Jaida,” Axel said with a sigh.

“I’m okay. I just need to get over it I guess. I mean, he’s
not in my life anymore,” I said looking up from scrutinizing my hands, “You are,”
I said as our eyes met.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said reaching across the
island to gently touch my lips.

I smiled bashfully tucking my hair behind my ear. Collecting
the dishes, Axel pre-washed, and set them in the dishwasher before coming back
over to finish his coffee.

“So what are they like?” I asked curiously.

“Well, my friend are successful businessmen, but unlike me,
they do have tendencies to be a little uppity. Matt isn’t as bad as Jeremy and
Dillon, but they’re all a bunch of good guys.”

“What do they own?”

“Well, Matt owns his own car dealership here in Italy,
Jeremy owns the seafood shop that I got our dinner from last night; he has
several shops throughout Tuscany. Dillon owns and rents out several properties
in Tuscany and Milan.”

“Wow, I’m officially intimidated.”

“Aww, don’t be babe.”

“Really? How could I not be? I mean, you’re a billionaire,
and your friends are at least multimillionaires! And then there’s wee, little,
old me! An accountant working back in San Fran,” I said in a practical manner.

“No, you are my traveling accountant. And you are not a
millionaire, you’re a billionaire.”

“Oh please Axel! You can’t be serious,” I said as he
chuckled at my reaction.

“How about six figures?” he said.

“What?” I was confused; he seemed serious.

“If you work for me, you’ll be making at least that.”

“Ok, wait a minute; what if we don’t make it as a couple?” I
asked him seriously.

“What does that have to do with anything? I would hire you
as my accountant, and you would work for me as long as you performed your
duties.”

“Oh please, like you would want your ex working for you.

“Jaida, I’m not a vindictive ex, okay? As long as you didn’t
do anything malicious, your career would be secure.”

“Would you interview me?” I asked playfully.

“Yes,” he answered seriously, causing me to sit back for a
moment, “I can’t have you handling my accounts if you’re not capable; I don’t
care how irresistibly sexy you are.”

I wrinkled my nose as I laughed at his response. He was so
funny; this man could make me laugh so easily. I covered my mouth with my hand
while the other lay on my chest. I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes
before taking a sip of my coffee.

“You are such a goof, you make me so happy,” I commented
nonchalantly.

I felt his eyes on me, and when I looked up I could see the
warmth in them. I didn’t understand why, but I just brushed it off as that’s
how he usually looked at me. My drink was empty, and deciding on water, I got
up from my chair and made it towards the cabinet.

“I need some water; that coffee was super sweet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Axel said staining up to reach a cup that I
couldn’t for me.

“Don’t be, I like my coffee sweet. I just need something to
wash it down.”

“That makes sense, can you pour some for me too?” he asked
as I obliged.

“That really hit the spot. Breakfast was delicious, honey,”
I said before standing on my toes to kiss his lips.

“You’re welcome. Are you ready to get going?” he asked after
we finished our small glasses.

“Sure…” I said. My heart started thrumming against its cage.

“Don’t look so excited,” he teased, “I’ve told them all
about you and they’re excited to meet you.”

“Oh, ok! Cool,” I said feeling relaxed. I guess not all
people were racially biased like my parents.

T
he moment we walked into the clubhouse, I
instantly knew that Axel had not told them that I was black. Their faces were
relaxed at first when they saw Axel, and then they saw me. They seemed to
appreciate my beauty at first, but then they realized that I was holding hands
with their buddy, and that’s when their faces dropped. I would’ve laughed if I weren't
utterly offended.

The chubby red head I later learned was Dillon, furrowed his
eyebrows as if he were looking at a three-eyed horse, but only until he
realized that I was looking at him. His face grew even pinker than it was
before in embarrassment; he deserved that. Jeremy was the tall blonde who was a
little on the skinny side, but was actually attractive save for the wrinkles
that he was forming as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

Matt actually gave a smile, though it wasn’t very friendly,
more like cordial. He took my hand in a quick squeeze and greeted me in a
polite manner. I could tell he was giving me customer service, but it was a lot
better than the cold greeting I got from the other two. I wanted to ask them
what
the hell is your problem?

“So, who’s up for some chips?” Axel asked upbeat. There was
no way he missed the cold greeting. Unless maybe he was trying to defrost the
situation.

“We’ll get you shared away buddy; how about you, Jaida?”
Matt asked.

Though it was obvious that he didn’t approve of the
relationship, he still treated me like a person. The other two hadn’t looked at
me since we sat down at an arrangement of comfortable chairs. Axel sat to my
right, a table was set between us which is why I’m guessing is Dillon and
Jeremy decided to grow up a bit and actually look in my direction when I spoke
to them.

“So Axel tells me that you have been friends since college?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,” they both answered almost together in unison.

“These two met him his freshman year, I, on the other hand,
have known him since senior year in high school,” Matt elaborated for them.

“Oh really, what was he like back then.”

“Fat,” Dillon chimed in before Axel started laughing.

“He was a chubby guy, but he had a good heart.”

“A good heart! Meaning he never got out of the friend zone!”
Jeremy jested.

“Oh! Do you need some Antarctica for that burn?” Dillon
teased.

“Oh please! Look at me now. You really think I’m worried
about how I looked back when I was a teenager?”

“That’s true, Axel and I evolved while you stayed in the
baby fat stage,” he said towards Dillon, “And you still look like a
prepubescent teenager,” Matt commented towards Jeremy while sitting back
proudly, his hands behind his head.

They seemed to laugh off the insults like they were used to
it. I kept my laughter down to a minimal; they didn’t know me as well. They
were already standoffish I didn’t want to make it any worse. I sat back and
mainly watched as the conversation carried on without me. I laughed a little
here and made a funny comment there, but mainly I let the men have their fun.

Matt and Axel were deep in conversation about politics while
Dillon and Jeremy talked amongst themselves. I didn’t clearly hear what they
were talking about, but every now and then, one of them would look over at me
with a less than approving look on their faces. They only did this because they
thought I was paying attention to Matt and Axel.

Finally, I turned my head in their direction just as one of
them looked over. Shocked, Jeremy looked away and continued talking to Dillon
like it never happened. Though I could see that he was embarrassed by the red
tint of his cheeks, I decided not to gloat; that was so childish and not at all
conducive.

Though I was keeping my composure, I was extremely
uncomfortable on the inside. I decided to ignore the two jerks who sat side by
side and paid more attention to the adults in the room. They were now on the
discussion of travel. Matt brought up San Francisco, and when I said that
that’s where I was born and raised, Matt and I engaged in conversation.

“Born and raised huh?”

“Yes sir,” I responded.

“Hey, I’m only thirty-six! You can call me Matt,” he said in
a playful manner.

“I’m sorry, it comes with the job. Everything is super
formal; sometimes it’s hard to turn it off.” As I said this, I could see Dillon
roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye.

“Well, that’s totally understandable, how soon after college
did you find work, I hear it’s a tough market out there,” he said with
interest.

“It did take me a while to find something, but once I did I
was set,” I said with a smile, “I’ve been working there for almost a couple
years now.”

“Good for you!” he said sincerely. At first I felt that I
wasn’t going to like this Matt character, but as the night went on, I felt that
he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Thank you very much,” I said with a smile before looking
over at Axel. He looked prideful as he leaned forward in his chair and gave me
a wink.

“So you know the city like the back of your hand, tell me,
what are really popular places to open up a business?” He asked sincerely; no
joke intended.

That’s when Dillon coughed up a humorless laugh in my
direction. Matt and Axel turned to look at him with the same question. Dillon
shrugged his shoulders, I could tell he was racking his brain for something to
say, some lie to save his ass. When he finally did, he laughed.

“She looks about fourteen, what would she know about
business?”

“Plenty, she’s an accountant like my mother,” Axel said, I
heard in his voice that he was slightly offended by his comment.

“Besides, it only takes a street savvy person who knows her
city to know about foot traffic,” Matt said in my defense.

“I understand, I do look like I’m a moment away from braces
and acne,” I joked causing Matt to laugh with sincerity. I had a feeling that
he was growing to like me.

Just like Dillon and Jeremy noticed, and they really didn’t
like it. Both of their faces grew tense. I actually caught Jeremy roll his
eyes. Furrowing my eyebrows momentarily, I decided that I could go for a
bathroom break.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I need to use the ladies’ room,” I
said staining up before turning to Axel, “could you show me to the bathroom?” I
asked him.

“Of course, I’ll be right back guys.”

Axel escorted me through the clubhouse and up to the doors
of the bathroom, the whole way I felt eyes on us. The longer I was here, the
more and more uncomfortable I grew by the seconds. I was trying to paint on a
facade, but Axel saw right through it. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked me before he ran his fingers
through my curls.

“Nothing, honey.” I said trying to fake it. It was almost
after dark, we’d been here the better half of the day. We’d eaten almost as
soon as we’d gotten there, starting out with chips and dip upon request.

“Are you sure, I mean I’m sure the guys didn’t notice but,
you seem a little down.”

“What? No! I’m just a little sleepy,” I lied.