The Billionaire's Arranged MarriageBy: Cj Howard
A BWWM Billionaire Romance
Billionaire playboy Reed is loving life. Being the main heir of his father's fortune has meant he has enjoyed an easy time of fast cars, fancy parties and easy women.
However, all that is about to change.
Reed's father is not happy about his playboy antics and he demands that he settle down or he will cut off his inheritance. In fact, he has already found the perfect woman for him to marry and it appears Reed has no choice in the matter.
Jillian is a beautiful woman of both African-American & Asian heritage. She is the daughter of very wealthy parents and so she is no stranger to the billionaire lifestyle. Reed's father believes this is the perfect woman to tame his son and make an honest man out of him.
Only problem is, Jillian and Reed seemingly can not stand each other. Can they put their differences aside for long enough to even make it down the aisle? And if they do, is it possible that true love can ever grow from such an arrangement?
Little do either of them know, there is much more to this “arranged marriage” then initially meets the eye....
There was a soft knocking noise and a muffled voice pulling at him from the deep darkness. He tried to block it out but it became louder and more persistent. The sounds were like a dragnet that tugged and pulled at him, until finally the darkness surrendered to dim light and he opened his eyes.
The hair all over his face wasn’t his. He blinked and wiped at the hair, trying to brush it from him but his arms felt like they were bolted down. He lifted his head slightly and looked around as best he could.
The hair on him was blonde and it belonged to the head of a woman who was passed out on his chest. His eyes moved slowly from her head down the length of her nude body and Reed smiled to himself. Beth, he thought, or Jamie. Something like that. The knocking sound and muffled voice persisted. He looked more closely at his surroundings. He was in a hotel room. His head was pounding fiercely and his ears had begun to ring. He realized that the voice was probably room service.
“WHAT?!” he yelled out and his head felt like it would explode. He tried to lift his right hand to hold it to his head but then he discovered that his right hand had been clenched around the neck of a glass bottle of whiskey all night and his fingers wouldn’t quite move like he wanted them to.
“Sir, it’s three in the afternoon, are you staying another night?” housekeeping yelled back through the door.
He closed his eyes to try to block the pain searing through his head. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m staying another night. Come back in an hour and restock the bar!” he hollered back.
He thought he would use his left hand to try to pry the fingers on his right hand off of the empty bottle of booze but then he realized that his left hand was holding something soft and warm and he looked down to see that it was a large breast, and the breast was attached to a redhead lying on his thighs with her face on his naked groin.
He smiled again. LeAnn, he thought, or maybe Stacy. He was pretty sure her name was Stacy. He moved to lean up on his elbows, releasing Stacy’s ample breast from his hand and using his left hand to pull the bottle from his right.
The girls stirred and woke up, looking around and then looking up at him. From the looks of it, and from what little he could remember, the three of them had had a very good time over the last few days. The blonde grinned at him and reached her face up to his to kiss him.
“Good morning, baby,” she purred, smiling at him.
“I guess it’s afternoon, honey,” he said in a soft voice, kissing her back and fondling her hips and back side. He pushed himself up off of the massive bed they were all laying on and headed carefully to the bathroom. When he stood up, everything around him swirled and his mind went into vertigo. He stumbled backward toward the bed.
The redhead sat up and grabbed his waist, helping to steady him. “You okay, Reed?”
He rested his hand on her shoulder, hoping to anchor himself in the dizziness he felt. “I’m just leaning a little bit to the left, that’s all.” He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and noticed a half full bottle of tequila on the nightstand. He grabbed it and took a long pull, then he set the bottle down and looked at the girls, who were both running their hands over his body in soothing motions.