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

felt her face turn a little red and she inadvertently reached for the wine glass before she realized what she was doing. She took a sip and sighed as she figured she might as well come clean.
    “I’m on a private jet on my way back to New York, okay? Now did momma get the package?”
    “She’s on a private jet?” There was some commotion before Aiyana’s mother was hushed.
    “So, I’m on speaker too!” Blake silently chuckled and tried to hide it behind a sip of his brandy. The stuff was a little too strong for Aiyana, but he’d stocked some just the same.
    “I got the package. How was your Christmas, honey?” Her mother didn’t bother trying to be quiet any longer. There was some coughing and shuffling, which let Aiyana know her brother was standing somewhere near the phone, too.
    “It was good, Momma. Tell everyone I say hi. I think we’re going to land soon, so I’ve got to go. I don’t want the phone to interfere with the pilot or anything.”
    “It won’t,” Blake interjected with a small smile. Aiyana stuck up a hand to hush him, but it was too late.
    “Oh, is that him? He’s there?” There was some hushing on the other end of the line and Aiyana sighed rolling her eyes.
    “Yes, Blake’s here,” she told them with defeat as she leaned back in her seat. She might as well come completely clean now. “We’re on his jet back to New York after we went to see his mother. Don’t worry, we’ll be out soon to visit.” She looked at Blake as she said the words and he shrugged with a small nod to let her know it was okay.
    “A private jet stocked with wine huh? So, how loaded are you?” The question was obviously aimed toward Blake, but Aiyana felt the need to defend him from probing, rude questions.
    “He’s a business owner. Don’t be rude, Sasha.”
    “We have to go, Sasha. It’s almost midnight and the kids have to go to bed.” Jackson, Aiyana’s brother, sounded a little off-put by the fact that they were talking to someone who had a private jet. It was what Aiyana worried about. Her family wasn’t the poorest from where she came from, but they weren’t the wealthiest, either.
    “I’ll talk to you guys in a few days,” Aiyana said her goodbyes and heard everyone shouting theirs at the phone. She grimaced with a small smile and hit the end call bar. “You should have stayed quiet. Now I’m going to have to truss you up and drag you out there like some kind of offering,” she joked as she finished off her glass of wine. She put her hand over it when Blake tried to pour her more. “We’re going to land soon,” she chastised him teasingly.
    “I know, and you’re not near drunk enough for my Christmas present,” he told her as he swiped her glass out from under her hand and poured more.
    “You gave me my present already,” she told him as she furrowed her brows and couldn’t help herself, she took another sip. It had been one stressful day, despite Blake’s family being warm and comforting. Well, almost all of them were. She’d had suspicions about his mother, but she didn’t want to bring it up just yet.
    “We’re landing, seat belts on please,” the pilot said over the intercom. They both pulled the seat belts around their waists and Aiyana hung onto her glass of wine as she watched Blake down the rest of his brandy. She was glad they had a driver that would take them home because he was too drunk to drive, and she wasn’t sure she was sober enough to even walk. She’d need to take off her shoes if she wanted to make it to the car without stumbling.
    “So when are we visiting your parents?” he asked her as a way of distraction. She knew it, but she didn’t call him on it.
    “I don’t know. When do you want to go?”
    “Easter?” he asked casually, but she saw a flicker of something on his face. What was it about Easter that made him so tense?
    “I guess we can do Easter. My momma’s a religious woman, so you might want to be prepared for a church