Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (4 page)

She
could; but only as a friend. If Kareem’s ultimate goal was to
be a female, that was fine, but Frances wasn’t a lesbian. She
wanted a man who wanted to
be
a man. Their break
up was amicable but Frances didn’t tell Allen about it. There
was just too much poison in that well.

“
How
come Kareem doesn’t stay over anymore, and you guys aren’t
joined at the hip?”

“
How
is that any of your business?”

“
Hey,
I’m just a concerned friend. If you don’t want to tell
me, fine,” Allen said throwing his hands in the air.

Frances
hesitated, watching him for a moment. “We broke up,” she
said at last.

“
What?
Seriously? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” Allen asked all
up in her face, the his face became thunderous. “What did he
do?”

Frances
pushed him away, “Allen relax, it was mutual; we want different
things, we’re still friends though.”

Allen
glared at her. “What do I look like? Oprah? This isn’t a
talk show and you don’t get to speak in clichés with
me.”

Frances
sighed and closed her eyes and then opened them. “It's not my
news to tell Allen. Just know that he didn’t do anything, I
didn’t do anything. It was just…the situation.”

Allen
leaned back on the chair staring at her. “So he’s gay
huh?”

Frances
rolled her eyes but didn’t reply.

Allen
jumped up in glee. “I knew it! I knew there was something...”
he began.

“
He’s
not
gay
!”
Frances yelled. “Now could you please leave it alone?”

“
Fine,”
Allen said sitting back down and studying her closely. “You
don’t look heart broken.”

Frances
looked up at him, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. “What? Not
enough gorging on ice cream and lounging about in my pajamas for
you?”

Allen
shrugged. “Well its kind of hard to comfort someone if they
don’t look miserable,” he said making Frances laugh.

“
You
could always buy me a jeep to cheer me up; it's way more fun than
whatever ‘comforting’ you had in mind.”

“
You’re
all heart Frances,” he said wryly.

“
Aren’t
I just? Now finish your breakfast and go to class,” she ordered
standing up and lifting her heavy duty bag. She actually had a Honda
that she’d insisted on buying herself from her savings. Over
the years, she’d done various odd jobs, including presently
working in the campus library. It was an old car, but reliable and it
was all hers. Allen had offered to upgrade her many times but she’d
always refused so she assumed he knew she was joking about the jeep.

When she
got home that evening there was a brand new dark green jeep sitting
in the driveway with a massive bow on the front. A small crowd of
their neighbors was standing around, admiring it and a slight cheer
went up when they saw her.

Frances
stopped and stared at the car, hoping it was someone else’s who
was maybe currently behind her and that was why everyone was staring
in her direction. She walked slowly toward the group, looking for
Allen but he wasn’t there.

“
Hey
Frances, Allen left this here for you. He asked us to watch out for
it and give you this when you arrived,” Carlton, who lived a
floor below them said holding out a key to her. She stared at it and
then at the car and then back to the keys, and then up to Carlton’s
face. He was grinning like a loon.

“
Where
is he?” she asked.

Carlton
shrugged. “Dunno. He left,” he said not very helpfully.
He was still holding out the keys so Frances took them with a fake
smile and turned to the car.

“
You
gonna take it for a test drive?” Carlton asked excitedly.

“
Nah,
I think I’ll just…drive it into the garage for now,”
she said to everyone’s disappointment. The apartment complex
had a two car garage for every apartment. Frances parked the jeep in
Allen’s spot and then drove her Honda into her spot. Allen
could park his car in the driveway for all she cared. The crowd had
thankfully dispersed by the time she emerged from the garage and she
went up to their apartment and shut the door behind her, planning her
words carefully. She made to step further into the apartment when she
froze, noticing the petals on the floor for the first time. It was a
carpet of red petals, leading to…she walked forward to see.
They meandered down the hall to the dining area where the room was
dimmed with closed blinds. The table was laid for two and soft music
was playing from the speakers. There was a man in the kitchen,
fiddling about with something on the cooker.

“
Hello?”
she called uncertainly, wondering if she should be calling the police
right now. He turned around and smiled at her.

“
Ah,
Ms. Hilton; welcome. I am to inform you that dinner will be served
promptly at seven. There is a dress on your bed and you have thirty
minutes if you wish to freshen up,” he said with a smile before
turning back to his delicious smelling concoctions. Frances
hesitated, wanting to ask more questions but she didn’t want to
put this strange man in a spot. Clearly, he was here with permission.
She padded to her room, where the rose petals were arranged in a
heart around her bed, in the midst of which lay a dress. Lying atop
the dress was a note, and Frances sighed in relief.

“
At
last, an explanation,” she said aloud hurrying forward to pick
it up.

Hey
Frannie,

How
you doing? The dress is vintage Chanel, the shoes are Louboutins.
Please oblige me by not making a fuss; just put the damned clothes
on, comb your hair for once and let’s have a nice dinner.
Whatever happens after that is up to you. Okay?

Love,

Your
best friend, Allen.

Frances
was torn between stubborn recalcitrance and curiosity. She wanted to
see where this was going but she didn’t want to do as she was
told. It would set a dangerous precedent if this was what she thought
it was. Still, she stepped in the shower and washed everything
including her hair. She blow dried it without a comb so it fell in
random curls all the way down her back and then ran her fingers
through it to simulate a comb. She picked up the white dress; it was
short and fit her like a glove. Her boobs were half exposed in the
deep V of the neckline but there was a string of pearls sitting
beside the dress that she could use to partially cover those up. The
dress ended just above her knees and combined with the six inch
Louboutins, they gave the illusion that she was much taller than her
five foot five. There were also pearl earrings in the stash and a
bracelet as well. She walked a bit unsteadily out of the room and
down the hall to the dining area. Allen was there, standing waiting
for her in a black tux. He had a bunch of red roses in his hand and
as she wobbled toward him, he stretched out a hand to help her out.

“
Careful
now,” he murmured as he led her to their table and laid the
flowers next to her.

“
Is
this a date?” she asked right off.

“
Ding
ding ding! Give the lady a gold bracelet,” he replied, reaching
into his pocket and extracting an actual gold bracelet which he
slipped onto the wrist not sporting the pearl bracelet.

“
Allen,”
she began to protest.

“
Shut
up,” he replied reaching for his napkin. She stared at him,
eyebrows raised but he ignored her and continued arranging his napkin
to his satisfaction. He looked over at her to see if she was doing
the same and found her still watching him. He sighed and leaned back
looking back at her.

“
Okay
fine, it’s a date. We’re on a date. I’m decking you
with expensive presents which I know you don’t like but I’ve
wanted to do this forever and now we’re taking our relationship
to the next level, I’m allowed,” he said.

She
narrowed her eyes at him. “We’re taking our relationship
to the next level? Wow, someone forgot to drop me a memo.”

Allen
was silent, staring at his plate for a bit. “Do you not…want
me?”

“
So
not the point Allen,” she replied right away.

“
Well
then, what
is
the point?” he asked.

“
The
point is, you can’t go making arbitrary life changes for me as
if I was your pet or a piece of furniture!” she said or rather
yelled.

“
I
don’t think you’re a piece of furniture!” he
protested or rather yelled back.

“
Well,
you’re sure treating me like one,” she countered.

“
You’re
the most important thing in my life. I don’t know what I would
do without you. I thought you felt the same about me,” Allen
said.

“
And
this is how you show it?”

“
With
wine and dinner and presents? When did that become a bad thing? There
are so many girls who would
die
to be in your place!”

Frances
stood up abruptly, wobbling a bit in her six inch heels. “Well
then go get one of them and enjoy your dinner,” she shouted
before stomping off to her room, kicking off her shoes before she’d
walked three steps. She slammed her door, struggling out of the dress
as soon as she’d gotten it closed. She flopped down on the bed,
in a ring of roses, in her underwear and stared at the ceiling. Her
eyes were stinging and there was a lump in her throat but she ignored
them in favor of studying the patterns on the ceiling. She wondered
if it was time for her to move out. Their situation was so
complicated; for one thing, Allen was paying for her college tuition,
she was living in his house, eating his food…she guessed it
was just one step to sleeping in his bed. But she hadn’t lived
the life she had only to end up being
that
girl. There was a tentative knock on the door.

“
Frances?
Please can I come in?” Allen asked from the other side. He
sounded close to tears too. Frances said nothing but she heard the
knob turn and he was opening the door. She just watched him as he
poked his head in slowly, like a turtle emerging from its shell. She
wanted to laugh but the lump was still in her throat and she was
afraid of what would happen if she opened her mouth. He stretched his
hand into the room and hanging from his fingers was a white
handkerchief which he waved up and down. Frances couldn’t help
the soundless laugh that escaped her. when he saw it, his face
lightened and he stepped fully into her room.

“
I
am crap at seducing women. Too used to them falling at my feet.”

He
looked at her, waiting for some sort of response but she just
continued to lay curled on her bed, looking like temptation
personified.

“
Please
tell me what to do or say to make this okay,” he said.

Her eyes
swiveled to look at him, judging his sincerity and then she shrugged
and sat up.

“
How
about you tell me where all this is coming from Allen. One minute,
we’re barely talking, the next, you’re tossing presents
at me like I’m a stripper in a club: what gives?”

Allen
took a deep breath, and a step closer to her. “I guess you
haven’t noticed since you’ve been so wrapped up in Kareem
this past year, but I’ve been waiting for you,” he said
gray eyes trained on green with painful honesty. “I realized
when I started fantasizing about putting a knife in Kareem’s
throat the first night he stayed over here, that my feelings for you
were far from platonic. I tried to tell you but…”

Frances
sat up, forgetting that she was wearing nothing but underwear, intent
on Allen’s words. He dropped his eyes to his own feet so he
could continue.

“
Anyway,
so this year has literally been hell for me. Like…literally. I
never want to go through something like it again. So when you told me
that you and Kareem were
finally
broken up I decided that I wouldn’t wait even one more day.
Maybe give you a chance to hook up with someone else…I can
still taste you on my lips you know? That time you kissed me back? I
just wanted…” he trailed off, voice cutting off with too
much emotion.

Frances
got up, stepping over her heart of roses and came to stand facing
him, studying his face intently. To his credit, he kept his eyes on
hers, not even straying an inch downwards to her boobs encased only
in a bra.

“
So
why couldn’t you just say so?” she asked.

Allen’s
breath hitched as he stared at her, hope blooming in his eyes. He
studied her face, looking for, she knew not what and then he lurched
forward grabbing at her shoulders as his lips came down on hers. He
squashed his lips into hers as his fingers dug painfully into her
arms. Her own hands came up dislodging his from her shoulders as she
hooked them around his neck. His hands dropped to her waist and he
wrapped his hands around her bringing her tight against him as he
continued to plunder her mouth with his. He lifted her up and walked
with her to the bed, laying her on it without so much as moving his
lips from hers. His tongue continued its exploration of her mouth
even as his hands unhooked her bra and tossed it, and then her
panties. She lay beneath him, naked and exposed as his hands touched
her everywhere igniting a fire everywhere they landed and causing her
to moan with need into his mouth, trying to get him closer. He was
still fully dressed in his tuxedo and she detached her lips from his,
much to his protests, and pushed him away. His face fell as he
thought she was rejecting him.