Rescued by the Billionaire (Billionaire Romance Novel) (13 page)

“I want you,” she whispered through labored breathing as she tried to collect herself.
 

Dave stood up and shimmied out of his pants before he completely removed Kelly’s skirt. Like a leopard on the prowl, he climbed on top of her and began to take her. He slowly thrust into her as they made love.
 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. He meant every word.
 

“Deeper,” she replied.
 

Dave began thrusting deeply into her. As he did, the excitement started to build between them and soon his slow, deep thrusts turned into faster,
harder advances. Kelly’s body quivered in pure ecstasy as Dave drove his cock with an intense and pleasurable force. She could feel an orgasm beginning to erupt.
 

“Faster,” she cried out.
 

Quickening his pace, Dave was about to deliver an exhilarating orgasm that Kelly had never experienced before. Her body twisted and convulsed as she had a mind-shattering orgasm and came all over his thick, luscious manhood. Hearing her soft moans and pleas escape her sweet, plump lips as she bucked her hips was enough to set Dave off. He was completely fired up and began fiercely plunging his cock deep into Kelly’s womb as he worked himself up into a frenzy. With abrupt, carnal and monstrous pumps, he began to plant his seed deep inside her.
 

The scent of sex and love filled the air as the two lie in each other’s arms, caressing one another. Dave played with a few locks of Kelly’s long blonde hair as he smiled down at her.
 

“That was incredible,” he told her as he continued loosely twirling her hair around his finger.
 

“It was,” she agreed as she rested with her hand cupped over his chest.
 

From that night on, Kelly and Emma began spending more time at Dave’s house—sometimes even spending the night. Emma loved Dave’s mansion; she called it her big doll house as she pretended to be a wealthy princess who was in charge of a village. Kelly and Dave cherished her vivid imagination as she spun around throughout the house, often singing as she danced.
 

“You know,” Dave said to Kelly one evening, “I think it would be really beneficial for Emma to swim in the pool out back. Her doctor said that physical therapy would help her, and with the school year fast approaching, I think it’s wise to keep her as active as possible so she doesn’t miss school. It’ll be easy on her joints since you’re weightless in water. I think it’s perfect!”
 

“Yeah, but there’s just one thing,” Kelly laughed. “Emma doesn’t know how to swim.”
 

“She doesn’t know how to swim?”
 

“Nope. I’m not much of a swimmer and when I have time off work, I take her places to do things with her. Swimming has never been one of them.”
 

“I’ll teach her how to swim. It’s not that hard, and we’ll have a blast.” He assured her. “Bring her over tomorrow and I’ll give her her first lesson.”
 

“Okay, I’ll let Emma know the game plan. She’s going to have so much fun with you. She already thinks you’re so cool. I think you’ll be moved from fresh status to
super
cool status.” Kelly joked.
 

For the duration of summer, Emma spent every waking moment she could in Dave’s swimming pool when she wasn’t at Dawn and Derek’s. Meanwhile, Kelly tried to figure out how to pay off Emma’s medical bills while trying to afford her medication and come up with enough cash to buy Emma’s school clothes for the fall. She never dared told Dave just how bad her financial struggle was; she was too proud to admit that she needed help.
 

The school year was a new beginning for Emma. She quickly reunited with all of her friends and told them all about her summer, leaving out the part of her new condition. She bragged to her friends about her mommy’s new boyfriend and his enormous house and swimming pool. Her friends gathered around as she described her swimming lessons and told them about all of the exciting places she’d gone with her mom and Dave.
 

With her specialist appointment fast approaching, Kelly’s nerves began to get the best of her. It was almost time for her to find out exactly how far Emma’s disease had progressed and figure out their next steps in her treatment plan. In less than a week, she’d know the answers. In need of support, she invited Dave to the appointment; he gladly accepted.
 

“Emma Hall,” the receptionist called.
 

The trio made their way down a corridor into a room, stopping along the way to take Emma’s current height and weight. “If you’ll just have a seat in here, Dr. Berringen will be with you shortly.”
 

Kelly nervously looked around the room as a question filled Emma asked what everything was. Dave reached over and grabbed Kelly’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance as he grinned at her.
 

“Hello, Emma, Ms. Hall,” the doctor said as he entered the room. “Are you the father?” he asked, directing his question toward Dave.
 

Kelly spoke on his behalf. “No, this is my boyfriend. He helps care for Emma,” Kelly
explained, which wasn’t all that untruthful. Dave and Emma began to develop a beautiful relationship; almost like a father/daughter bond.
 

Their days in the pool and outings were enough to bring the two nearly as close as her mom and Dave. He was the first man who ever developed a strong relationship with Emma. Kelly was so happy with the way they accepted each other; it made her proud. Maybe, she thought, I finally found the right guy. Out of all the guys I’ve ever dated, he has made a difference in both of our lives. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve taken us on mini vacations or taught her how to swim, and he did it with patience… and love. Did I just say love? Of course, he loves her, who wouldn’t? I wonder if he loves me.
 

The doctor began probing about Emma’s medical history after reviewing her chart. “Now
Ms. Hall, it appears that Dr. Hinton treated Emma’s AS for the last few months. Can you tell me how she responded to the medications that he prescribed for her?”
 

“Yes, she’s responded quite well. She takes prescription-strength NSAIDS and methotrexate.”
 

“Has she had any complications that you’re aware of?”
 

“Not that I’ve noticed.”
 

“Good. What I’d like to do is schedule her for an x-ray and an MRI. Once we have the results of those tests, we can determine how much the AS has affected her. Our hopes are that the methotrexate and NSAIDS keep her symptoms to a minimum for as long as possible.”
 

“What happens if her symptoms return or worsen?” Dave asked.
 

“If that should happen, we’ll have to bring her back in for more testing and decide how we’d like to approach things. But right now, everything looks good. Emma, would you like a sucker?” the doctor asked her as he ordered the labs for her testing.
 

Even though Kelly didn’t receive the answers she was looking for at the appointment, she was relieved that the testing was scheduled. Emma was set to have her diagnostic testing within two weeks from the date and had a follow-up appointment with the specialist the following month to go over the results.
 

As they were leaving, Dave asked her, “Do you feel better now that things are heading in the right direction?”
 

“I guess so.”
 

“What do you mean you guess so? I think the appointment went as good as could be expected,” he squeezed her hand.
 

By the end of September, Kelly pulled Emma out of class to take her to get her testing done, which also meant she had to juggle her work schedule. One of her coworkers traded days with her to avoid her boss giving her too much grief for missing any work.  She was a bit nervous, but so was her mom. As they made their way into the hospital, Emma refused to go inside.
 

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Kelly asked as her daughter jerked her hand back and stood near the entrance.
 

“I don’t want to go in.”
 

“Why? They’re not going to hurt you. I promise.”
 

“You don’t know that. What if they poke me with a bunch of needles?” she cried.
 

“That’s not going to happen. They just need to take pictures of you.”
 

“I don’t believe you, mommy. Why do they want to take my picture? Can’t they see what I look like?”
 

“Of course they can, but these tests will let them see what you look like on the inside.”
 

“Why do they want to see what my insides look like?”
 

“Because they need to see your bones and joints.”
 

After explaining what bones and joints were, Kelly finally talked her into going inside the building. Emma anxiously waited in the lobby as she prepared for the worst. A tall, thin woman called Kelly to the front desk shortly after she registered for the appointment.
 

“Miss Hall, how would you like to pay for the down payment this afternoon?”
 

“The down payment? What down payment?”
 

“We require a down payment at the time of service. After you make your initial down payment, we’ll bill you for the remaining amount. We ask that you put down at least two hundred dollars.”
 

“Two hundred?” Kelly asked in disbelief as she was put on the spot. She didn’t have two hundred to put down. She lowered her voice so other patients couldn’t overhear, “I don’t have two hundred to put down; I didn’t know a down payment was required. I can do a hundred dollars,” she offered.
 

“That will be okay. How would you like to pay that today?”
 

She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her credit card. “Can I use this?”
 

“Yes, that will be fine.”
 

The woman took her credit card and processed the payment. Great, she thought, there goes some of our grocery money for the month.
 

“Here you go Miss Hall,” she returned the credit card along with a receipt. “You’ll be called back shortly.”
 

Her mom held her hand until the technician called them back to the MRI room. She instructed Emma to undress and put on the tiger printed hospital gown. While Kelly helped her daughter undress, she could sense her daughter’s fear.
 

“Listen, baby, I know you’re nervous, but I promise, it’s not going to hurt. Do you see that table right there?” Emma nodded her head. “You’re going to lay on that and they’ll press a
button that moves the table inside of that circle machine. You’ll have to be really still while you’re in that part of the machine because that’s where they’ll take your pictures. Okay?”
 

Emma looked at her mom as if she were crazy. “That thing’s not going to take my picture! I don’t even see a camera.”
 

“You can’t see the camera because it’s inside the machine,” she tried to reason with her daughter.
 

The technician knocked on the door and asked to come in. Once she was back in the room, she helped Emma onto the table and began the procedure. As her tiny body was pulled inside the scanner, she weakly smiled at her mom. Trying to put her daughter at ease, Kelly said, “It’s okay Emma Buggy, I’m right here. I won’t leave you.”
 

Remembering what her mom said, she lied completely still. The scanner began making loud tapping noises, which scared Emma, but she remained brave throughout the whole procedure. As the technician announced that the scan was complete, Emma let out a sigh of relief. The motorized bed retracted out of the scanner, allowing Emma to sit up.
 

“See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kelly asked.
 

“No, but it was scary because it was so loud. I wanted to jump, but I remembered that you said to be still.”
 

“You did an excellent job,” the radiographer added.
 

“What’s next?” Kelly asked her.
 

“We’ll send these off to be analyzed, the results will be forwarded to your doctor and he’ll go over them with you. I noticed that Dr. Berringen ordered these; he’s an excellent doctor. The best in the field, actually.”
 

That made her feel better. “Okay, and what about her x-ray?” Kelly asked.
 

“We’ll do that today as well, but I don’t do those. You’ll have to go down to x-ray.” She looked at Emma, “You’ll need to stay in your cute gown for a while longer.”
 

“Where’s x-ray?”
 

“When you leave this room, take a left and continue down the hall until you reach the next main corridor. At the next hallway, make a right
and you’ll run right into it. There’s a big sign hanging on the wall that’ll say X-ray on it.”