The Billionaire Secret 2 (Billionaire, BWWM, Interracial, Romance) by Alicia Beckton

Chapter One
     
    “More wine?” Blake started pouring before Aiyana could answer him.
    “Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” she asked with a hint of a slur in her words. She had pulled her dark hair back and tied it at the nape of her neck. Her dark eyes were heavy-lidded as she took a sip from the third glass of Sauvignon Blake had offered her since they’d gotten into the limo to go to the airport. Now that they were on the plane, she hoped he wouldn’t be able to pour her a fourth before the plane landed.
    Blake smiled at her with a sultry glimmer in his eyes, but there was something in his posture that told her something was wrong. “I’m just hoping to erase the memory of that terrible stuffing before you realize you might have to eat that every Christmas of your life if you decide to stay with me.”
    “It wasn’t that bad.”
    “It tasted like someone stomped on it with a dirty boot before they put it on the table.” She frowned and leaned forward as she set her glass on the tabletop in front of. She caught Blake glancing down her dress before hastily red-directing his eyes back to her face. It was too late; she’d already adopted a wry grin.
    “Yep, I’m up here,” she told him huskily before she turned serious. “Something’s bothering you,” she accused as she put a finger to her moist lips.
    “Only that you’re over there and not over here.” His voice was lower than it had been and she knew he was going to use his charm to distract her from the worry between his brows.
    “And if I come over there, will you tell me what’s bothering you?” She knew before he answered he was lying, but she didn’t mind. Blake was a terrible liar, or she’d learned how to see his tells.
    “Nothing’s bothering me, but if you don’t come over here, I’m going to be over there in a second. You’ve got to come somewhere.” The twinkle was back and she saw the worry dissipating.
    “Nice try, handsome.” Just as she was about to get up and sit next to him, her cell phone rang in her purse. Aiyana was about to ignore it when she realized it was the special ring for her sister’s number. “It’s my sister,” she said automatically as she pulled out the phone.
    “You’d better get it then,” Blake told with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
    “You weren’t getting any anyway,” she told him teasingly before she slid the green answer button.
    “Aiyana,” her sister blared, dragging out her name. “It’s getting pretty close to midnight and momma thought you were never going to call!” Aiyana didn’t think she’d call until the following day either, but apparently she was dragged into the familiar obligation.
    “Well, I’m on a plane right now and I didn’t know I could even get phone calls.” She looked at Blake and mouthed a sorry as she set the phone down on the table, switching it to speaker.
    “You’re on a plane ? Headed where?” Aiyana hadn’t really told her family about having to get on a private jet to visit her new live-in boyfriend’s mother. She’d wanted to keep his financial status a secret for a little longer, but it looked like the cat might be out of the bag.
    “Home to New York,” she took a deep breath and plowed on without a second’s hesitation. “Did momma get the package I sent? It was red and had green bows all over it. She should have gotten it Wednesday,” she trailed off as she hoped her sister would take the bait. She’d gotten her mother a brand new mixer for the kitchen and she’d bought one for her sister, too. Blake had insisted on pitching in for the cost, and she’d let him after a little cajoling.
    “Wait, if you’re on a plane, shouldn’t your phone just not work,” her sister, the eternally dogged woman, wasn’t going to let it go.
    “I guess on jets they do.”
    “No,” her sister paused a moment, “And I can tell by the sound of your voice that you have me on speaker, and you’re slurring sis, are you drunk?” Aiyana