Authors: Aisha Brooks
We reach the hospital and a nurse helps me into a wheelchair.
“How far along are you?” she says sweetly.
“How far do you think?” I fire back, then add, “9 months and two weeks.”
“And how far apart are your contractions,” she asks, still in a sweet voice.
“8 minutes,” I say, through heavy breaths.
“And is this your…”
“He’s my brother,” I state, before she can finish asking the question.
“This is Vertasha, my sister,” Jackson tells her.
“Okay, Vertasha, I am going to take you to the examination room for a bit, and then we’ll take you to the labor room.”
Jackson follows me and stays with me during the examination. She asks about my doctor and calls her in. Then, as she wheels me slowly to the labor room, she asks Jackson if he wants to come. He shakes his head and stands in the hallway. I look at him and he gives me a small, worried smile. Then, as the doors of the labor room close in front of me, I think I get a glimpse of Kurt. A shadow, perhaps, that my mind made up. But, nevertheless, I am glad to see his face.
“Okay, Vertasha, let’s get you into the birthing chair. You are doing really well, sweety, you are almost there,” my doctor says after my nurse updates her.
The contractions are longer, stronger, intense, and more painful than anything I have ever experienced in my entire life.
“Okay, Vertasha, I need you to listen to me very carefully,” says my doctor attentively, “when I tell you to ‘push’, I need you to ‘push’ hard. Do not push until I tell you to push!”
“No, no, no, we have to wait,” I begin crying, letting out all the tears that have gathered inside me during these last two weeks. “I can’t do this without him, I need him here.”
“Who do you…” begins the nurse, when suddenly Kurt enters the room, wearing the hospital clothes and a mask.
“I am here,” he says, “I am here,” rushing to my side.
“Kurt,” I begin, “how did you…?” I trail off.
“Vertasha, I need you to push in 3. 3…2…” says my doctor.
Kurt takes my hand in his and puts his arm around me.
“…1, ‘PUSH’” she says.
“Let’s do this,” says Kurt, squeezing my hand, “PUSH!”
My moan turns into a scream as I push, taking all my strength.
“Okay, good, Vertasha, I need you to push again in 3…2…” says my doctor.
Kurt counts with the doctor and says “Push,” at the same time she does. It takes all the strength I have in my body and then some to push, the pain is intense, the pressure immense, but I push.
Kurt rushes to the other side as the baby comes out. Kurt, unlike Jackson, is very much in control of the situation. The nurse quickly wraps the baby in a green blanket and Kurt comes back to my side, delighted.
“Ver, IT’S A GIRL!” he announces, pink color rushing into his cheeks.
“What?” I am surprised and shocked, but before I can say anything, the doctor is counting again.
“PUSH,” says Kurt, squeezing my hand again.
It takes another 16 minutes and then the baby finally comes out.
“Aaanndd…that’s my boy,” Kurt almost screams, announcing the arrival of our boy.
The nurses wrap our babies in green blankets and take them away as Kurt brushes his hand through my hair.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he says.
“I look fat,” I say.
“Vertasha,” he says in a serious tone, “About the…”
“All that matters is that you are here now,” I say, interrupting him.
As the nurses congratulate us, I try to relax. I close my eyes for an instant and head to the dreamland. When I wake up, I am in a private room, two cots on the side holding our babies. Jackson and his girlfriend congratulate me thrice, in unison.
“It’s twins, you guys,” I say as I thank them.
But as I move my hand to pull the blanket over me, I notice a titanium band studded with yellow diamonds on my ring finger. I look up and my eyes search for Kurt.
“We’ll leave you to it,” Jackson says, walking out of the room with his girlfriend.
I look at Kurt and see him smiling at me. His brilliant grin, slightly flirtatious, teasing, and equally proud. He is a proud papa, and he is going to be a great one, I know that now. I know he won’t miss anything, not now.
“Did you propose when…” I begin, but he shakes his head.
“You know, you are supposed to get down on one knee for this. The least you could have done is asked.” I say.
“I thought you’d say yes,” he says, grinning.
I smile.
“Yes.”
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Bodyguard's Appeal
Chapter 2:The Next Notch In His Headboard
Chapter 3: One Night In Italy
Chapter 4: Reunion
Chapter 1: Bodyguard's Appeal
Maria's eyes surveyed the room as she walked in. Behind a shiny mahogany desk sat a plump middle age receptionist. The floor was carpeted in a bright wine color and the white stone walls were trimmed with swirling details that matched. Whoever had designed the place had good taste, but she wasn't sure the same could be said for the man she was about to meet with. She had found out about Vadim Kopsov from a friend of her agent. He was the best in the body guard business and didn't mind working in high stakes and high risk areas.
Unfortunately, that's just what Maria needed at the moment. She'd spent the last six months hiding after becoming a cooperate whistle blower to one of the most powerful organizations state side. Things were messy before her book was released. Now they were bordering on insane. At first, Maria was able to ignore the death threats. Most of them proved to be nothing more than someone trying to scare her into backing down.
Two nights ago, things got personal. She was walking home from the corner store and was attacked by two men. Maria managed to make use of her teenage years spent in martial arts classes to escape to safety, but she had a feeling that she'd used up her only secret weapon in one swift move. Next time, they wouldn't make the same mistake. The local police department had offered her protection, but cops played by the rules and criminals didn't.
Maria knew most women would run for cover with their tails tucked and forget about carrying out the fight, but Maria wasn't most women. She'd never backed down from a fight before and she wasn't about to start now. The voice in the back of her head told her to fear for her life, but she refused to let fear dictate her actions. Maria had always preferred the proactive approach which was why she was here for a three fifteen meeting with Vadim Kopsov.
Vadim hailed from Russia and it was rumored that his family may have been active in the KGB before its fall and may or may not have went onto start their own mafia. Maria didn't care what his family did or what Vadim's body count was. She needed a man who was willing to break the law if it became necessary and all signs pointed to Vadim for the job.
Behind the desk was a body length mirror. The receptionist cut most of it off, but Maria was able to check her ebony reflection briefly before being noticed. It was only early autumn, but she wore a red turtle neck to hide the wounds on her neck and shoulders from the fight. She wasn't embarrassed of the injury, but didn't want to garner looks of 'abused wife pity' either.
“Miss. Hall?” the receptionist looked up at her through narrow glasses.
“Correct,” Maria gave a curt nod.
“Mr. Kopsov is ready to see you.”
“Thank you,” Maria nodded and followed the receptionist down the hall. The carpet was the same wine color, but the walls had painted with murals of snowy mountains.
“Unusual for a man with such dangerous connections,” Maria pondered to herself.
The receptionist knocked twice and waited for a response. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back and tapped her foot impatiently.
“Enter,” a thickly accented voice called through the door. A shiver danced down Maria's spine as it wrapped around her. The no nonsense tone told her everything she needed to know about Vadim Kopsov. He wasn't a man to be messed with.
The receptionist opened the door and nodded to her. She thanked her politely and walked into the office. The door shut behind her and she found herself not face to face with the war beaten middle aged man she had imagined Vadim to be, but a man who made her heart skip a beat.
Growing up, Maria had been too busy with studies and getting ahead to give much thought to dating. She'd had a few short term relationships in college. The last of which broke her heart. After finding her best friend in bed with the man she was supposed to marry, Maria gave up on marriage and romance. Instead, she had busied herself with business until she was the butt of all her friends' jokes. She didn't mind, because while they were chasing their children and ironing their husband's shirts, she was climbing the ladder. At least she had been until she discovered Robert Edmond, the CEO of Fast Corps was embezzling money. Blowing the whistle on him had cost her a lot, but she had left the company with her pride, dignity, and integrity in tact.
Maria could feel Vadim's stark blue eyes lingering over her body. She wasn't sure whether he was sizing her up, checking her out, or both. Not one to back down from anyone Maria met his gaze and allowed herself to take in the stunning view that was Vadim Kopsov. His skin was pale and his startling blue eyes would have been enough to undo most women. His strong Salvic features looked as if they had been chiseled from stone. It gave him a rough look aided only by his intense gave.
Vadim wore a suit, but Maria couldn't place the brand. It fit him well enough that she wondered if it were tailor fitted just for him. His broad chest and shoulders filled out the suit's jacket and made Maria want to run her arms over his muscles. Quietly, she gave herself a mental shake. This wasn't the time to finally loosen her inhibitions. She wasn't here for a date. She needed a bodyguard and fast.
Vadim stood to greet her with his hand extended. Without a curt nod, she shook her hand and hoped he didn't notice who a light brush spread across her ebony cheeks when their flesh met.
“It is good to meet you, Mrs. Hall.”
“Miss Hall,” she corrected him, “I'm not married.”
“I should say not,” he said motioning for her to sit, “if you were, you'd not have need of my services. Any man would be a fool to let you walk around in danger.”
“And you think you're the man to remedy that?” Maria asked arching a sleek brow.
“I am a bodyguard. In fact, in a lot of circles I am considered the best. I have connections and I have tools.”
“What are your rates?”
“They are covered by the publishing agency,” Vadim said.
“They never told me that.”
“I am sure there are many things they've never told you.”
“Okay, so how do we work this out?”
“First,” Vadim said reclining in his tall backed leather chair, “I will be a security team on your residence. Then my company will conduct a thorough investigation into Robert Edmond and anyone else who stands to lose from Fast Corps going under.”
“And what do I do in the mean time? To be frank, Mr. Kopsov, I was attacked two nights ago and would rather not repeat the incident.”
“I start working now.”
“Do I need to wait here until the security team is in place?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I'm going with you. My business is protecting my clients and I have always been a hands on man, Miss Hall.”
His words made her shiver as she imagined his hands roaming her body and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Giving herself another mental shake, Maria forced her mind back to the matter at hand.
“You'll be staying with me?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “attacks normally do not occur during the nine to five workday. I'm afraid you won't be rid of me until either the authorities do their job or Robert Edmond and those in his employ meet God. The latter is something that I do not discuss with clients. I assure you that you are only paying for protection, Miss Hall, not murder for hire.”
“Call me Maria,” she said. “It sounds like we're going to be spending a lot of time together so maybe we should cut the formalities. If I have to hear 'Miss Hall' over the breakfast table, I think I'd be sick to my stomach.”
“Maria, there are many things I'd like to call you over the breakfast table, but Miss Hall isn't one of them.”