BWWM Romance: Crossing The Line: Interracial Romance / Wealthy Love Interest by Aisha M. Taylor
Authors: Aisha M. Taylor
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around and squeezed Shawna into his chest. She always said the things he needed to hear. His insecurities constantly haunted him, and Shawna was the only person in the world who didn’t go out of her way to make him feel like shit. “Okay. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“Oh, god, I have to tell them the truth,” she groaned.
----
T hey decided to meet for dinner. Shawna promised that she had more surprises in store, and her parents said they could hardly wait to see her. Shawna’s plan was to come clean and redact every lie she told on the phone and even every fib she had told since she was eight if she had to. Anything to make up for the inevitable look of disappointment from both of them. Her parents raised her solely to be a good example to her little sister. It was too late for her older brother and her heathen cousins whom she wasn’t even allowed to see outside the holidays. Pissing off her father was like signing her own excommunication. Without Mikki on her side, Shawna wasn't sure if she would get pulled from the fire this time. She didn't possess the quick, silver tongue and utterly convincing mask that Mikki could slide on at any given moment, making the bad girl disappear.
She had asked Mikki to teach her all she knew about manipulation and getting whatever she wanted. Mikki refused. Shawna was an innocent. Mikki’s words, not hers. Shawna’s innocence was a rarity, she said. Something to be cherished.
"You don't want to be like me. I'm going to hell and nobody cares."
Mikki’s mother and father were both deadbeats. They shared custody, but Mikki took care of herself. She chose one house or the other depending on its convenient use at any given time. Not that her parents cared where she stayed as long as she didn’t bring boys to the house and no one called from the school.
“I care,” Shawna had said.
"You're sweet."
Mikki had worked harder at protecting Shawna's innocent image than she did at anything else in school. It was funny now that Shawna thought about it. She was Mikki's first image client.
Shawna found the perfect dress. Dark, muted colors with a high neckline. It swallowed the curves of her body and made her hourglass figure into a box. She dusted off her navy blue flats and lotioned her legs.
Virgil leaned against the bathroom doorjamb. He drank her in. No matter how much effort she put into hiding her figure and toning herself down, he knew that a lioness and temptress lay underneath. He stroked himself, feeling his sudden arousal. He wanted to bend her over the bathtub, and use the hem of her skirt to steer her ass against him. The thought that her parents could harpoon their relationship was an instant boner kill.
Despite her insistence on Virgil staying true to himself, he skipped the makeup and tied his hair back. He de-linted his black button-down and tucked it into a simple pair of black Dickies. For her, he wore a spiked bracelet on one wrist, and on the other, the gold Rolex his father bought him for his high school graduation.
"You look like an usher."
"I was going for mortician."
Shawna shook her head and kissed Virgil before putting on her lipstick. Virgil wrapped his arms around her waist and gazed at their image in the mirror.
----
S hawna and Virgil went back and forth on who should drive. Neither vehicle screamed humility. Her parents would have been able to hear Virgil's truck coming from blocks away, and the Mustang's engine wasn't any quieter. Not to mention the flashiness of Shawna's long legs, no matter how long her skirt, stepping out of the shiny, luxury sports car. She could just imagine her parents with a window seat, spotting her getting out of either vehicle. Perhaps she should have suggested dinner at their hotel.
"Maybe we should park around the block and walk to the door," Shawna said.
"I don't think it's that serious." Virgil took his keys out of his pocket and the alarm on a modest, blue Honda chirped.
"What is
“Oh, god, I have to tell them the truth,” she groaned.
----
T hey decided to meet for dinner. Shawna promised that she had more surprises in store, and her parents said they could hardly wait to see her. Shawna’s plan was to come clean and redact every lie she told on the phone and even every fib she had told since she was eight if she had to. Anything to make up for the inevitable look of disappointment from both of them. Her parents raised her solely to be a good example to her little sister. It was too late for her older brother and her heathen cousins whom she wasn’t even allowed to see outside the holidays. Pissing off her father was like signing her own excommunication. Without Mikki on her side, Shawna wasn't sure if she would get pulled from the fire this time. She didn't possess the quick, silver tongue and utterly convincing mask that Mikki could slide on at any given moment, making the bad girl disappear.
She had asked Mikki to teach her all she knew about manipulation and getting whatever she wanted. Mikki refused. Shawna was an innocent. Mikki’s words, not hers. Shawna’s innocence was a rarity, she said. Something to be cherished.
"You don't want to be like me. I'm going to hell and nobody cares."
Mikki’s mother and father were both deadbeats. They shared custody, but Mikki took care of herself. She chose one house or the other depending on its convenient use at any given time. Not that her parents cared where she stayed as long as she didn’t bring boys to the house and no one called from the school.
“I care,” Shawna had said.
"You're sweet."
Mikki had worked harder at protecting Shawna's innocent image than she did at anything else in school. It was funny now that Shawna thought about it. She was Mikki's first image client.
Shawna found the perfect dress. Dark, muted colors with a high neckline. It swallowed the curves of her body and made her hourglass figure into a box. She dusted off her navy blue flats and lotioned her legs.
Virgil leaned against the bathroom doorjamb. He drank her in. No matter how much effort she put into hiding her figure and toning herself down, he knew that a lioness and temptress lay underneath. He stroked himself, feeling his sudden arousal. He wanted to bend her over the bathtub, and use the hem of her skirt to steer her ass against him. The thought that her parents could harpoon their relationship was an instant boner kill.
Despite her insistence on Virgil staying true to himself, he skipped the makeup and tied his hair back. He de-linted his black button-down and tucked it into a simple pair of black Dickies. For her, he wore a spiked bracelet on one wrist, and on the other, the gold Rolex his father bought him for his high school graduation.
"You look like an usher."
"I was going for mortician."
Shawna shook her head and kissed Virgil before putting on her lipstick. Virgil wrapped his arms around her waist and gazed at their image in the mirror.
----
S hawna and Virgil went back and forth on who should drive. Neither vehicle screamed humility. Her parents would have been able to hear Virgil's truck coming from blocks away, and the Mustang's engine wasn't any quieter. Not to mention the flashiness of Shawna's long legs, no matter how long her skirt, stepping out of the shiny, luxury sports car. She could just imagine her parents with a window seat, spotting her getting out of either vehicle. Perhaps she should have suggested dinner at their hotel.
"Maybe we should park around the block and walk to the door," Shawna said.
"I don't think it's that serious." Virgil took his keys out of his pocket and the alarm on a modest, blue Honda chirped.
"What is
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