Billionaire Wedding: Brooklyn's Baby (Interracial Billionaire Wedding Romance) ( Contemporary Taboo Alpha Male Wedding Romance) by Michele Reed Page A

still wrapped around her. Her heart was racing rapidly. She could hardly believe what had taken place. The night had been wonderful, sure, but good sex was hardly a reason to get oneself into trouble. Her mind was going a million miles an hour trying to figure out how she could have possible have been so incredibly foolish. 
    She could hear Kerry slowly moving about her bedroom from the other side of the closed door. “I wish you would tell me what I did,” she heard him say.
    Mercedes bit her lip. She felt a pain in her chest. How could she had been so foolish? This was worse than if she had slept with Edgar. “Just go!” she called out, trying to hide the anger she was feeling.
    She heard him stumbling about a bit longer; eventually, she heard the sound of her bedroom door opening. “I’m sorry,” she heard him say, but she did not respond. Eventually she heard the apartment door close. She sighed heavily, relieved he was gone.
    Now I have to get ready to go to work, she thought, go to work for him. Mercedes slapped herself atop her head and pulled her own hair. “Stupid! Stupid!” she stood up off the toilet and stomped her feet; she looked herself in the mirror. “You’re so stupid!”
    A few more minutes of self-criticism went by before she finally found the energy within herself to shower. She felt like she was having to scrub Kerry off of her. She allowed the water to wash over her as she contemplated what had taken place. There was nothing about this that could possibly end well. He would probably fire her, or he would expect more from her. It made the past few days at the construction site seem like an absolute waste. She was certain that she would be back at the garage trying to piece together the shattered remains of her life by that afternoon.
    She got dressed and headed out, pausing briefly in her kitchen to grab a banana and make some toast for her breakfast. Honestly, she was surprised she could keep her head together enough to make toast. Waiting outside was Yury; he instantly noticed that something was off about her. “Everything oaky, Miss Mercado?” he questioned as he opened the door for her. She kept quiet, not really sure what to say to Yury.
    Much to her dismay, Kerry was waiting for her at the construction site. She rolled her eyes as Yury helped her out of the car. “I’ll see you later, Yury,” she grumbled while walking up towards the site entrance. There was no way in that she could avoid having to walk by Kerry, so she tried to ignore his presence as she headed in through the open part of the fencing, but he would not be ignored.
    “Can we talk?” Kerry asked the moment she started to pass by him into the work zone; he reached out and grabbed her by her arm which she immediately yanked away.
    “Is it about the project?” she asked angrily. She wanted to avoid the inevitable conversation at all costs.
    “You know it’s not,” he said.
    “Then no,” she said. “I need to get to work. We have a long day ahead of us.” To her surprise, he let her pass by without saying much more. He looked incredibly disappointed and confused by her behavior, but she could not bring herself to talk to him just yet.
    The morning proceeding rather normally. Kerry was out of sight and out of mind, so she was able to some-what concentrate on her duties as foreman although it was hard to concentrate after a night like she had had. A part of her hoped that if she brushed the evening under the rug, Kerry would forget about it and move on. There was no need to talk about it, no need to bring it up, and there certainly was no need for her to talk to him ever again about anything other than the work project. “You all right, boss?” one of the workers asked about an hour into the work day; she cringed, realizing that her frustrations were evident on her face. She had always been bad about hiding her emotions. Her ex, Ernie, had always said that about her.
    “I’m fine,” she said assuredly, but