The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(138)

Danielle climbed out of the car and went to the front door, knocking softly. Ray opened it.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I want to talk.”

“Our lawyer will talk when the baby comes,” he said and went to shut the door. She held her hand out.

“I don’t want money from you,” she said.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” another voice said, and then Danielle saw David, Ray's father, come to the door.

“Dad, I can handle this. She’s not the first woman to come after my money.”

“Here’s a check for what you paid me to marry you,” Danielle said, and by the look on David’s face, she knew that news was a surprise to him.

“What’s she talking about?” David asked, and when it looked as though Ray wasn’t going to fill his father in, Danielle did so.

“He wanted to make you mad, so he married me in Vegas after paying me a million dollars. He didn’t think you’d want him marrying a black girl.”

David said nothing. Usually, people didn’t want to talk about their racism. Ray remained silent as Daniel held the check out to him.

“I don’t want it,” she said. “I want you. I fell in love with you.”

Ray opened his mouth to speak, but then he shut it.

“Get this gold digger out of here,” David said from over his son’s shoulder. “Or I can get security to do so.”

“Give me a minute,” Ray said, and he stepped out and reached back, shutting the door behind him.

“I’m sorry,” Danielle said. “I didn’t want to get pregnant; I didn’t trick you. I don’t want your money.”

“The pill doesn’t mess up. You can’t get pregnant on it.”

“You can, it’s just rare,” Danielle said. “Trust me, you can.”

She felt tears in her eyes once more, and she felt like an idiot. One slipped over her bottom eyelid and slipped down her mocha cheek, but Ray reached out and wiped it away.

“I bought you this,” Danielle said, holding the gift out to him. He opened it and smiled when he looked to her his own eyes were misty. “You can’t give up on your dream,” she said. “You have to write that novel.”

Ray nodded. He couldn’t speak.

“I want to tell you about my father,” Danielle said. Ray looked to her. She had never opened up about her dad. She went on. “He died before I was born. That’s why I don’t talk about him. I don’t know him. He was with the wrong people. He was killed, shot by a guy he had some sort of beef with. It sounds dumb. Exactly what your father must think about black people, but that’s who my dad was. A thug who was killed. That’s all I know him as. I didn’t get to learn about the man my mother fell in love with. I don’t want my own child to do that. You aren’t dead, but I don’t want this baby to grow up without knowing their father. It has nothing to do with money; I want him or her to know you. You. An amazing man, with love, and passion, and a writer. I want this baby to know you. A writer. A father. Someone who does amazing things with his life. That’s what I want for the baby, and for you. It has nothing to do with me or the money. We could live in a one-bedroom apartment.”

Ray laughed. “We might have to. My dad is going to have a fit when I tell him.”

“When you tell him what?”

“That I’m going to be a dad. That I’m going to be with you. Telling me about your father… I know that this was just…. an accident, but you know, thinking about it, maybe it’s exactly what we need. I love you, Danielle. I do. And if I weren't already married to you, I would want to marry you.”

Danielle grinned and threw her arms around her husband. They kissed, and she knew they would be together forever.

*****

THE END





BWWM Nicki - a BWWM Russian Mafia Romance


The plane from Moscow to JFK was three hours late due to heavy snow in Russia. Nicki had tried to call Nathan from Moscow but hadn't managed to get hold of him. She just hoped he'd waited for her. If not, she'd have to get a taxi, and she only had a purse full of worthless roubles.

When she'd cleared US customs and reclaimed her bag, she walked out into the arrivals lounge. There were a lot of people waiting to pick up family and friends. She couldn't see Nathan. Whenever he'd picked her up at the airport before, he'd stood where he could see her. Today he wasn't in the usual place. She walked to the left, put her heavy bag on the floor and reached inside her jacket for her cellphone. She let it ring a few times. No reply. Darn it, not only would she have to get a taxi but she also would miss the opportunity to talk to him.

''Nicki over here,'' Nathan shouted. ''I tracked the flight on the net and saw the delay so only set off when they gave a landing time. I didn't realize the traffic would be so bad. Sorry.''

That was Nathan she thought. Always apologizing for something that wasn't his fault. ''Hello,'' she said as he hugged her. Don't let him hold you for too long, it would be unfair.

''Let me have a look at you,'' he said, holding her at arm’s length. ''Still the same beautiful Nicki. Perfectly dressed and not a hair out of place even after such a long flight.''