The Billionaires Love Curves Finale - a BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance by Cj Howard Page B
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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red, both choosing to have pasta and salad from the menu. As Lacey closed the menu and was about to hand it back to the waitress, she froze.
“I can't believe this,” she whispered as she returned the menu.
Elaine handed hers back, too, and quickly stopped to peep out of the window to see what it was Lacey had seen.
“Lacey, you are really starting to freak me out now. What's wrong with you?” Elaine said.
“That's just it. I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Not anymore. Just out there is the guy I told you I saw outside our apartment. He was looking into a shop window when we stopped at the first bridal shop and there he was again when we bought the dress.”
“But why would some guy be following us? Who is he? You recognize him? A jealous ex who heard you were getting married?” Elaine said.
“No, I haven't seen this guy before in my life.”
“The big guy with the bald head?”
“That's him.” Lacey nodded.
“He's talking to someone on one of those ear phone things they have in spy movies.” Elaine said, trying to discreetly spy on him while holding up a mirror, pretending to fix her hair.
“He can't be.” Lacey said holding her hand in front of her face but trying to see the bald man through her fingers.
“Well, if he can be following us why can't he have a walkie talkie device too?”
“That's true,” Lacey agreed. “Jesus. He is talking and the big black guy sitting outside is doing it too. Shit. Why are we being followed?”
“I have no idea. But could we eat first and find out later. I'm starved. Besides if they kidnap us, God knows when we'll get our next meal.”
“Elaine, take this seriously.” Lacey flopped back in her chair, trying not to laugh.
The waitress came back to the table with their lunch. They forgot about spies and espionage as soon as Elaine brought out another bridal magazine and flicked to the pages with suspender belts, garters and hold-up stockings. Soon Lacey was able to forget this crazy notion that they were being followed and daydream about her dress. She had left it in the shop to be altered and couldn't wait for the fitting.
They finished lunch and left the restaurant, slightly tipsy and still very excited about the dress. Elaine hailed a cab and it zoomed them back to their apartment.
As they pulled up, Elaine spent a lot of time teasing the driver and asking him whether or not he was single. Lacey stepped out onto the sidewalk outside their apartment and held the door open, waiting for Elaine who finally decided she'd give the poor driver a break and pay him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lacey saw another taxi had also stopped quite a few yards down the road. The people getting out of the cab looked familiar. She squinted. It was them. The big bald white guy and the black man from earlier. She knew it was them. She said nothing to Elaine because she knew Elaine was bound to make a fuss. They entered the apartment block, Lacey keeping one eye on them, the other on getting Elaine inside without her drunk feet tripping her over.
That night, after tossing and turning in bed, Lacey got up and looked out of her bedroom window. There was a car parked outside. She could see there were people sitting in the front seats, two men, two very broad men but not the same as the ones from earlier, she didn't think. But why were they there and what did they want?
Lacey couldn't sleep and every time she peeped outside, the car was still parked, lights out, the window slightly cracked open. She went to her bed and sat up. Eventually, exhaustion forced her eyes closed and she woke up with a bad headache the next morning.
When she left the apartment, the car had gone but just as she was about to enter her office building she caught a glimpse of the bald guy again. He turned his back on her quickly and walked away. But it was too late. She'd seen him and she knew she wasn't going
“I can't believe this,” she whispered as she returned the menu.
Elaine handed hers back, too, and quickly stopped to peep out of the window to see what it was Lacey had seen.
“Lacey, you are really starting to freak me out now. What's wrong with you?” Elaine said.
“That's just it. I don't think there is anything wrong with me. Not anymore. Just out there is the guy I told you I saw outside our apartment. He was looking into a shop window when we stopped at the first bridal shop and there he was again when we bought the dress.”
“But why would some guy be following us? Who is he? You recognize him? A jealous ex who heard you were getting married?” Elaine said.
“No, I haven't seen this guy before in my life.”
“The big guy with the bald head?”
“That's him.” Lacey nodded.
“He's talking to someone on one of those ear phone things they have in spy movies.” Elaine said, trying to discreetly spy on him while holding up a mirror, pretending to fix her hair.
“He can't be.” Lacey said holding her hand in front of her face but trying to see the bald man through her fingers.
“Well, if he can be following us why can't he have a walkie talkie device too?”
“That's true,” Lacey agreed. “Jesus. He is talking and the big black guy sitting outside is doing it too. Shit. Why are we being followed?”
“I have no idea. But could we eat first and find out later. I'm starved. Besides if they kidnap us, God knows when we'll get our next meal.”
“Elaine, take this seriously.” Lacey flopped back in her chair, trying not to laugh.
The waitress came back to the table with their lunch. They forgot about spies and espionage as soon as Elaine brought out another bridal magazine and flicked to the pages with suspender belts, garters and hold-up stockings. Soon Lacey was able to forget this crazy notion that they were being followed and daydream about her dress. She had left it in the shop to be altered and couldn't wait for the fitting.
They finished lunch and left the restaurant, slightly tipsy and still very excited about the dress. Elaine hailed a cab and it zoomed them back to their apartment.
As they pulled up, Elaine spent a lot of time teasing the driver and asking him whether or not he was single. Lacey stepped out onto the sidewalk outside their apartment and held the door open, waiting for Elaine who finally decided she'd give the poor driver a break and pay him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lacey saw another taxi had also stopped quite a few yards down the road. The people getting out of the cab looked familiar. She squinted. It was them. The big bald white guy and the black man from earlier. She knew it was them. She said nothing to Elaine because she knew Elaine was bound to make a fuss. They entered the apartment block, Lacey keeping one eye on them, the other on getting Elaine inside without her drunk feet tripping her over.
That night, after tossing and turning in bed, Lacey got up and looked out of her bedroom window. There was a car parked outside. She could see there were people sitting in the front seats, two men, two very broad men but not the same as the ones from earlier, she didn't think. But why were they there and what did they want?
Lacey couldn't sleep and every time she peeped outside, the car was still parked, lights out, the window slightly cracked open. She went to her bed and sat up. Eventually, exhaustion forced her eyes closed and she woke up with a bad headache the next morning.
When she left the apartment, the car had gone but just as she was about to enter her office building she caught a glimpse of the bald guy again. He turned his back on her quickly and walked away. But it was too late. She'd seen him and she knew she wasn't going
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