The Billionaires Love Curves Finale - a BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance by Cj Howard Page A
Authors: Cj Howard
Tags: United States, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, African American, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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phenomenal!”
She sprung from her seat and walked around Lacey who had stepped up on to the platform and was looking at herself in the mirror.
“It's perfect,” Lacey breathed, and stood looking at her reflection.
The ivory white dress contrasted her caramel colored skin to perfection. It had a deep plunging neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, enough to be dramatic but not too much to be showy. The sleeves were long and formed a v-point on her wrists, a slight puff at the shoulders in a 1950s fashion. The bodice was smooth and fitted, tight at the waistband but not uncomfortably so. The skirt was closely cut to her curvaceous hips and stayed narrow to the very bottom where it tailed out, very slightly, to make walking easy. It zipped at the side and the front was adorned with tiny crystals that caught the light sending little rainbow spotlights around the room as Lacey moved.
“Oh, Lacey. When Cole sees you in this, he'll die.”
“I love it so much, I'm not sure I care what he thinks, I just want to wear it every day.” She was up on her toes, imagining what the dress would look like in heels.
“Here,” the assistant said, holding out an ivory colored, lace veil. “Try this.”
Lacey looked at Elaine. Elaine nodded her head.
Lacey took the veil and attached the little clips to her hair. She pulled the front of the veil over her face and looked into the mirror again.
“I'll take it,” she said. “This is the one. Call off the search. All I need is the right pair of shoes, bouquet...”
“Sexy underwear,” Elaine continued, “and a kick ass maid of honor dress to complement yours and we have a wedding.”
“Yes, what color do you want, Elaine? We need to plan you now,” Lacey said stepping off the platform and pulling the veil off her face.
“No, let's get you all fitted out. I'm easy to please – as you know. As long as it doesn't clash with red hair, I'm happy. Come on. Let's do lunch and hope I don't bump into anyone from work. I told them I was sick so I could have more time.”
“I don't want to get you in trouble,” Lacey said, heading for the changing room.
“You can't get me into trouble, I do that all by myself. Lunch is on me.”
They left the bridal shop full of excitement, Elaine was also full of champagne, so was particularly loud as she linked Lacey's arm as they walked down the street.
“What is it?” Elaine said after a while. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“I might be going mad here, Elaine, but I keep seeing this guy everywhere we've been this morning. And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I saw him when we left the apartment.”
“Where?”
“No, don't make it obvious. Quick, there's a little Italian restaurant on the next block.” She pulled Elaine across a busy street. Drivers started tooting their horns loudly but Lacey gripped Elaine's arm tight and ran with her to the sidewalk on the other side and darted down a side road.
“This is the place,” she said, looking over her shoulder and pulling Elaine into the restaurant.
“Table for two?” the waitress asked, already leading the girls to a window seat and holding out her hand so they could sit. The place was buzzing and noisy, the window had no curtains and looked out across to a bookshop, a pet shop and a florist on the other side. There were tables and chairs outside the restaurant.
“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” Elaine was still out of breath. “You know you could have gotten us killed. I didn't have to lie to my boss, I just needed you to push me under a car so I could get the afternoon off.”
“Don't be silly, Elaine, I knew what I was doing?” Lacey was craning her neck to look out of the window.
“Are we safe now?” Elaine said.
“Drinks?” the waitress had returned and stood by their table with a notepad. The girls ordered a bottle of house
She sprung from her seat and walked around Lacey who had stepped up on to the platform and was looking at herself in the mirror.
“It's perfect,” Lacey breathed, and stood looking at her reflection.
The ivory white dress contrasted her caramel colored skin to perfection. It had a deep plunging neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, enough to be dramatic but not too much to be showy. The sleeves were long and formed a v-point on her wrists, a slight puff at the shoulders in a 1950s fashion. The bodice was smooth and fitted, tight at the waistband but not uncomfortably so. The skirt was closely cut to her curvaceous hips and stayed narrow to the very bottom where it tailed out, very slightly, to make walking easy. It zipped at the side and the front was adorned with tiny crystals that caught the light sending little rainbow spotlights around the room as Lacey moved.
“Oh, Lacey. When Cole sees you in this, he'll die.”
“I love it so much, I'm not sure I care what he thinks, I just want to wear it every day.” She was up on her toes, imagining what the dress would look like in heels.
“Here,” the assistant said, holding out an ivory colored, lace veil. “Try this.”
Lacey looked at Elaine. Elaine nodded her head.
Lacey took the veil and attached the little clips to her hair. She pulled the front of the veil over her face and looked into the mirror again.
“I'll take it,” she said. “This is the one. Call off the search. All I need is the right pair of shoes, bouquet...”
“Sexy underwear,” Elaine continued, “and a kick ass maid of honor dress to complement yours and we have a wedding.”
“Yes, what color do you want, Elaine? We need to plan you now,” Lacey said stepping off the platform and pulling the veil off her face.
“No, let's get you all fitted out. I'm easy to please – as you know. As long as it doesn't clash with red hair, I'm happy. Come on. Let's do lunch and hope I don't bump into anyone from work. I told them I was sick so I could have more time.”
“I don't want to get you in trouble,” Lacey said, heading for the changing room.
“You can't get me into trouble, I do that all by myself. Lunch is on me.”
They left the bridal shop full of excitement, Elaine was also full of champagne, so was particularly loud as she linked Lacey's arm as they walked down the street.
“What is it?” Elaine said after a while. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“I might be going mad here, Elaine, but I keep seeing this guy everywhere we've been this morning. And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I saw him when we left the apartment.”
“Where?”
“No, don't make it obvious. Quick, there's a little Italian restaurant on the next block.” She pulled Elaine across a busy street. Drivers started tooting their horns loudly but Lacey gripped Elaine's arm tight and ran with her to the sidewalk on the other side and darted down a side road.
“This is the place,” she said, looking over her shoulder and pulling Elaine into the restaurant.
“Table for two?” the waitress asked, already leading the girls to a window seat and holding out her hand so they could sit. The place was buzzing and noisy, the window had no curtains and looked out across to a bookshop, a pet shop and a florist on the other side. There were tables and chairs outside the restaurant.
“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” Elaine was still out of breath. “You know you could have gotten us killed. I didn't have to lie to my boss, I just needed you to push me under a car so I could get the afternoon off.”
“Don't be silly, Elaine, I knew what I was doing?” Lacey was craning her neck to look out of the window.
“Are we safe now?” Elaine said.
“Drinks?” the waitress had returned and stood by their table with a notepad. The girls ordered a bottle of house
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