The Billionaire and Me - Complete Series: BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance by Shirley Hunt Page B
Authors: Shirley Hunt
Tags: United States, Romance, Erotic Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author), Interracial, African American
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for the next meeting. It was simple work that reminded me back when I worked my way through the college. It ’ s funny how things seemed to take you back to old jobs and old lives.
It was a standard paper copy machine which at first did surprise me. With as much money as Blake ’ s company had it was kind of odd that they used a standard copy machine. In the past I had expected to find them to be a color copy machine or something with all these unique features to it. Yet, I knew sometimes old things were just as good as the new ones. It went down to “ if it ain ’ t broke don ’ t fix it. ”
I took the first sheet of paper and pushed a few buttons on how many copies that I would need.
The copy machine hummed to life and began to spit out papers at an alarming rate. It was sometimes amazing how fast they could churn out copies.
Between copies being made I went out and got a chair to sit on.
It certainly was easy to get bored while waiting for all of these copies to be made.
I had debated calling Blake to see how he was feeling. He had called in and announced the plans for the day. At least I only had to work half a day today.
I would be able to go schedule that doctor appointment to get blood drawn to learn about if I was indeed expecting or not.
Expecting.
Pregnant.
Those words would take some getting used to.
I knew that I could have children and even wanted them at one time. For all that I wanted them it was a surprise to think that I was indeed due to have one.
Things were certainly going to change for Blake and me. Then there was the question of how were children going to affect the company? I was certain we could make things work between home and work life but how would we do it?
The copier finished so I had to put in a new sheet of paper to be copied. As that piece copied away I put the sheets together in an organized state that I had picked up in college. I did learn a lot of handy things back in college which I was grateful for.
More copies later I was ready to go home and ready to call the doctor for an appointment.
“ Doctor Smith ’ s office, ” the voice on the other end said.
“ Hello, this is Amanda, I need to make an appointment for a pregnancy test. ”
“ Blood test? ” The receptionist asked.
“ I ’ d prefer that, ” I said. Repeating what happened this morning was not entirely on my to do list.
“ Can you come in tomorrow morning? We do lab work tomorrow between the hours of eight and ten in the morning. ”
“ Sounds great, I ’ ll see you tomorrow. ”
“ Thank you. See you tomorrow! Bye. ”
“ Bye. ”
I hung up and returned to my home. I was glad to be home and happy to see my husband again.
Blake was feeling better as he was playing one of those classic video games. He was sitting cross legged on the floor as he looked up at the screen.I knew the position well as I had spent many times in that same position myself in the past and even into the present.
The first time I saw Blake struggling to beat a level I had laughed saying with all his money that he was playing with older toys. Blake had shrugged my teasing off and challenged me to one of those old Super Mario games.
I had laughed again when I beat him at each level. It was a game that my sister and I had played often when we were children on an old Super Nintendo play station. I think we played that game all summer until we had practically mastered each level.
“ Are you feeling better? ” I asked.
“ A lot better. It must have worked its way out of my system, ” Blake replied.
“ Good, ” I said, but did not kiss him. I was afraid of getting sick as it was easy to spread germs. As I could be expecting I certainly did not want to get sick. This was both for me and for the possible baby.
Blake looked up at me, “
It was a standard paper copy machine which at first did surprise me. With as much money as Blake ’ s company had it was kind of odd that they used a standard copy machine. In the past I had expected to find them to be a color copy machine or something with all these unique features to it. Yet, I knew sometimes old things were just as good as the new ones. It went down to “ if it ain ’ t broke don ’ t fix it. ”
I took the first sheet of paper and pushed a few buttons on how many copies that I would need.
The copy machine hummed to life and began to spit out papers at an alarming rate. It was sometimes amazing how fast they could churn out copies.
Between copies being made I went out and got a chair to sit on.
It certainly was easy to get bored while waiting for all of these copies to be made.
I had debated calling Blake to see how he was feeling. He had called in and announced the plans for the day. At least I only had to work half a day today.
I would be able to go schedule that doctor appointment to get blood drawn to learn about if I was indeed expecting or not.
Expecting.
Pregnant.
Those words would take some getting used to.
I knew that I could have children and even wanted them at one time. For all that I wanted them it was a surprise to think that I was indeed due to have one.
Things were certainly going to change for Blake and me. Then there was the question of how were children going to affect the company? I was certain we could make things work between home and work life but how would we do it?
The copier finished so I had to put in a new sheet of paper to be copied. As that piece copied away I put the sheets together in an organized state that I had picked up in college. I did learn a lot of handy things back in college which I was grateful for.
More copies later I was ready to go home and ready to call the doctor for an appointment.
“ Doctor Smith ’ s office, ” the voice on the other end said.
“ Hello, this is Amanda, I need to make an appointment for a pregnancy test. ”
“ Blood test? ” The receptionist asked.
“ I ’ d prefer that, ” I said. Repeating what happened this morning was not entirely on my to do list.
“ Can you come in tomorrow morning? We do lab work tomorrow between the hours of eight and ten in the morning. ”
“ Sounds great, I ’ ll see you tomorrow. ”
“ Thank you. See you tomorrow! Bye. ”
“ Bye. ”
I hung up and returned to my home. I was glad to be home and happy to see my husband again.
Blake was feeling better as he was playing one of those classic video games. He was sitting cross legged on the floor as he looked up at the screen.I knew the position well as I had spent many times in that same position myself in the past and even into the present.
The first time I saw Blake struggling to beat a level I had laughed saying with all his money that he was playing with older toys. Blake had shrugged my teasing off and challenged me to one of those old Super Mario games.
I had laughed again when I beat him at each level. It was a game that my sister and I had played often when we were children on an old Super Nintendo play station. I think we played that game all summer until we had practically mastered each level.
“ Are you feeling better? ” I asked.
“ A lot better. It must have worked its way out of my system, ” Blake replied.
“ Good, ” I said, but did not kiss him. I was afraid of getting sick as it was easy to spread germs. As I could be expecting I certainly did not want to get sick. This was both for me and for the possible baby.
Blake looked up at me, “
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