Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel Page 5

  While Genevieve was checking herself out, Greta was busy blowing up her phone.

  Greta was sitting at home totally bored that night and she was absolutely pissed off. Erwin had canceled on her to attend some dumb event at his father’s country club. All her other friends were off on dates and here she was alone…

  To make matters worse she had just received an email from Genevieve asking her to do something for work. Even boring, frumpy, perpetually single Genevieve had a date! And now she was throwing work on Greta’s lap as if she expected Greta to be all alone. Is that really what that little trollop thought of her? Greta knew she shouldn’t be quite so harsh, after all, Genevieve was her friend.

  Greta called Genevieve…

  No response.

  Who the hell did she think she was?

  Greta was starting to get offended. Genevieve was supposed to be there for her. Now she was stuck at home alone and the girl wouldn’t even pick up her phone?! What kind of “friend” was this. Greta sat at her computer and contemplated what to do with Genevieve’s article. She wanted help. Really? Help? And she expected to ignore Greta and still get that help? There was no way in hell Greta could let that happen.

  She knew exactly how she would help Genevieve.

  Genevieve heard a car pull up outside of her apartment. Sam got out of the back seat. Did he have a driver? He approached the door on the bottom floor and Genevieve spotted Sam carrying a large bouquet of roses. Her heart was beating out of her chest when she buzzed him up to her humble apartment.

  She was filled with hope about how this date would go.

  Chapter 6

  Sitting next to Sam at dinner, Genevieve was thrilled that she got an opportunity to go out on a date with him. This was beyond what she ever imagined. She and Sam seemed perfectly matched. In a sense they were opposites: Sam was outgoing and gregarious, Genevieve was a lot quieter. She was shy at first but it didn’t take long before Sam finally convinced her to open up more. Before long, she was spilling the story of her life. She was telling him about how she and her sister grew up. She told him all about the South, her life all the way through university, and all about her decision to move to a big city. Genevieve was surprised to find out the ways in which Sam related to her on that level. He too came from a very different part of the United States. He too had made some big decisions. He had left behind a life of poverty for the glamorous life in the city.

  Genevieve was surprised by that last bit. Sam to her seemed perfectly comfortable in his wealth. Sam admitted that he never felt at home among America’s most wealthy; as a result of that admission Genevieve felt a little bit more relaxed. It was good to know that this man was down to earth. He was genuine. He was nearly physically perfect too. Throughout dinner, Genevieve couldn’t help holding Sam’s gaze. His green eyes pulled her in again and again.

  After two glasses of wine, both of them felt completely into and completely attracted to each other. They both knew exactly how the state would end there was no doubt about it. Sam and Genevieve knew that the date would end wrapped in each other’s arms. Sam ended up confessing to Genevieve even more about his life. This confession brought her even closer to understanding him completely. Genevieve became fully convinced after that date that Sam wasn’t the boisterous fool she thought he was. He was a serious man with serious intentions. Sam confessed to Genevieve exactly how hard he had it before he became high-powered corporate official. He had grown up in abject poverty. He had gone days and days without food. His parents had been nearly completely absent. Sam was self-made, and that meant a lot if a man was able to leave an impoverished environment and make something of himself. Genevieve knew that’s what her parents had done and she respected Sam for that aspect of his character.

  But now she couldn’t take this any longer… She was glad to hear about Sam’s past and to get to know him better but she was eager to move on to something else. Genevieve was surprised at herself. She tended to want to wait until long after the first date to sleep with a man, but something about Sam was different. Something about Sam told her that this had to happen now.

  Was this finally real passion? No games, no nonsense... She was right here and willing to go.

  Sam paid the bill without hesitation and led to Genevieve back to his car. They were supposed to do something else that night after dinner but there was an unspoken acknowledgement between them that the plan had changed. once they were in the car, Genevieve felt nervous. Were they really about to do this? Could she really let herself go home with Sam after their first date? This was against everything Genevieve believed about herself and everything she thought she believed about romance. You were supposed to wait. You were supposed to get to know someone before sleeping with them. All of these notions seemed so silly in the heat of the moment. Genevieve couldn't wait for Sam.

  Sam broke the silence that had been building up between them.

  “Do you want to go to your place or mine?” He asked.

  The way he asked was so confident; it was as if he already had known from the moment he picked Genevieve up how the night would be ending. Something about her had betrayed her willingness to put out for him.

  Genevieve was tempted to get a good look at where Sam lived but she wanted to be safe and comfortable.

  “My place is fine,” she replied. There was just a hint of anxiety in her voice, but Sam didn’t detect it. Genevieve wasn’t certain that this was the right thing to do. There was another unspoken issue she had this entire affair. She didn’t know what it would be like to be with a white guy like that. After all, she hadn’t dated any white men before and very few had ever taken an interest in her. Would it somehow be different? Was there some reason that interracial relationships were so taboo besides the reasons that had been artificially created? Did race really matter, or was it truly just an idea that people held onto to maintain their bigotry and prejudice?

  Everything that happened next felt like a blur. Before Genevieve knew it she was in her apartment standing in front of Sam looking deeply into his eyes. Only a small light was on and the soft orange glow filled the entire room. Her apartment had become a goddess’ boudoir in mere moments. Perhaps the wine had a role to play in that dramatic shift of energy. Perhaps it was the sheer attraction between the two. Finally, Sam drew Genevieve in close for a kiss. It was the first kiss exchanged between the two and the mere touching of their lips stirred something deep inside of them that said this was meant to be. Genevieve held Sam close, feeling the tight muscles in his shoulders and back as she held onto him. In his arms, Genevieve felt so soft and delicate. He was desperate to know what it felt like to have her naked in bed. This desperation had built slowly. When he first met Genevieve he hadn’t even considered sleeping with her but now the thought was the only thing in his mind. He needed to have her… Urgently.

  Was this all happening too fast? They were people who barely knew each other but they had just clicked. Neither of them felt like they could help this. They felt as if getting to know each other could come afterwards. Right now this erotic exchange needed to happen and neither of them could wait another moment for what was clearly meant to be.

  Sam slowly lifted Genevieve’s dress over her body. As he pulled the soft fabric over her curves he lingered on her hips and lingered on her breasts. Her plump flesh was almost ripe for kissing for groping and for even more. He stroked every inch of her flesh to let her know how much he appreciated her appearance. Genevieve might not have been the skinniest woman but in that moment Sam thought she was the most beautiful. There was nothing wrong with a woman having plenty to hold onto. Too often women tried to fit themselves in these boxes that just weren’t meant to hold so much beauty and grace. Sam had no interest in these notions of beauty. He responded to his instincts and his instincts told him that Genevieve was a gorgeous breed of woman.

  With Genevieve’s dress completely off, Sam took a moment to look at the beautiful vision before him. He could tell Genevieve was the type of wom
an who wasn’t fully appreciated because she didn’t have that look everyone seemed to be so obsessed with. Sure she wasn’t thin, but that just made Sam even more aroused. Her sensual curves made her more attractive. He could feel his length rising to the occasion in his pants. Genevieve unhooked her bra and Sam was faced with yet another gorgeous feature. Her large breasts were like soft grapefruits. They were begging to be sucked and worshipped. He bowed his head down and took each one into his mouth. Genevieve groaned the moment his tongue swirled around her hardened nipples. He slurped around her areolas and took even more of her flesh deep into his mouth. She had never experienced pleasure like this before and she didn’t even realize quite how sensitive her breasts were.

  But that wasn’t all Sam had in store for her. He rolled Genevieve’s underwear to the ground. She felt absolutely lucky that her pussy was almost completely shaved. She hadn’t expected to get laid, but she was more than prepared. There were just a few wisps of hair around her entrance. Sam could tell just from looking at her that she was soaking wet and completely anticipating his next move. He decided to do something bold, something he was sure he she would react well to. You could tell Genevieve was the kind of woman needed a man to take charge; Sam felt like he was just type of man who could fill that role. Being a little more dominating couldn’t hurt.

  “Bend over,” Sam growled. Genevieve moved over to her couch and bent over the arm, exposing her ass and pussy to Sam. She couldn’t see him to know what would happen next. The mystery surrounding his next move made Genevieve even wetter. She thought that Sam would show his stick all the way in once, but he had other plans. He got onto his knees behind Genevieve and spread her ass cheeks apart. He then pushed his tongue into her pussy and continued to eat her out from the back. Genevieve cried out the moment Sam’s tongue made contact with her engorged clit. This was more pleasure than she was prepared for. It had been such a long time since she’d experienced ecstasy like this, that she felt she was going to burst at once.

  “Oh yes! Yes Sam!” Genevieve whimpered as he stuck his tongue even deeper inside of her. He was extremely talented at what he was doing. Within a few moments, Genevieve came, hard. She cried out and grabbed onto her couch cushions and then attempt to steady herself. She bucked her hips back to meet Sam’s probing tongue. After a few more moments of ardent licking, she came again. Sam licked her pussy with the excitement of licking an ice cream cone. He spread her ass cheeks apart and dared to tongue her sensitive forbidden hole as he continued to lick along her folds. The alternating actions drove Genevieve wild.

  Finally, Sam was ready to get his prize. Her stood up behind Genevieve and massaged her ass cheeks as he undid his belt pulled his pants to the ground. He was tempted to give her as a few hard smacks before penetrating her but since this was just the first time they had been together, he decided to take it slow. After all the last thing he wanted was to scare off the woman he had clicked with so well. From the moment he had seen Genevieve that night he knew that this would happen. And now that it was actually happening, he knew it would happen again in the future. With his cock free from his pants and fully hard, Sam positioned himself behind Genevieve and slowly began to thrust himself inside of her.

  Immediately, Genevieve was struck by Sam’s girth. With no more than 2 inches inside her, he felt like a tight squeeze. How could this be? Sam’s cock must be even bigger than she had imagined. He continued to slowly thrust himself inside of her. Finally, he seemed to be done and Genevieve relaxed. He had a good sized cock and she was beyond satisfied. Just when she thought she could get used to a man of such size, Sam shoved the rest of the length inside of her. Genevieve screamed out so the neighbors could hear. Holy shit. He must’ve been much bigger than she had even thought. Before she could dwell on it for too long, Sam began to move and began to fuck her with a furious stroke.

  Genevieve almost felt like she couldn’t take it for very long. She was moaning and gasping for air as Sam continued to pound her mercilessly. Their lovemaking was rough and sexy and primal. It was beyond passionate and beyond anything she had ever expected to happen between them. This just felt right. She had orgasm after orgasm as he pounded her from behind. Genevieve didn’t even care that he didn’t use a condom. She was on birth control and she was clean. Sure, she didn’t know if Sam was clean but she trusted him enough after their night together.

  Sam felt himself getting closer and closer. He gripped Genevieve’s hips and began to ram his cock into her slowly. Her whimpers and mewls of pleasure brought him past the point of no return. Sam grunted loudly as he released his entire load inside of Genevieve’s pussy. Later he would seriously hope she was on birth control but in that moment he didn’t even think about it. To him this was just relieving an itch that needed to be scratched. Their passion was unstoppable and any momentary pause would have killed their momentum.

  Sam pulled out of her slowly. Genevieve turned around and looked at him grinning. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off her body. Those curves, her dark skin, her gorgeous hair… All of it captivated him beyond belief. No woman had ever had this effect on him. And it wasn’t just her appearance, it was her spirit. Everything about Genevieve just felt right to Sam, there was no denying it. Sam wasn’t certain if he would spend the rest of the night there. He waited for Genevieve’s cue.

  They got dressed and sat on the couch next to each other, cuddling and talking while flipping through their phones. Modern love. Sometimes, it doesn’t hurt to spend a little time on your cell phone as long as you’re with someone you care about and you give them the time of day as well. When Genevieve flipped open her cell phone and checked her email, she felt a lump rising in her throat. There was an email from her boss with the subject line, “Urgent!” An email like that sent after work hours meant that something was seriously wrong.

  When Genevieve opened the email, she felt her entire world falling apart in that instant. Something had gone seriously wrong. Sam could tell that something had changed drastically with Genevieve but he didn’t know what. He waited for her to be through with reading her email before asking.

  Genevieve’s chest became tight. Somehow the email of the article she had written had been replaced with 25 nude pictures. what’s worse, her boss presumed that she had sent the pictures to him in an attempt to solicit sex. Her boss was furious. Of course he was! This was completely inappropriate workplace behavior. Genevieve didn’t know what to do. She absolutely had not sent nude photographs to her boss, but somehow they had arrived in his inbox. Genevieve knew that Greta couldn’t be responsible because there was no way Greta could have obtained these pictures, not to mention she didn’t have any incentive. Her boss had attached one of the nude photographs in his response, and sure enough it was one of Genevieve’s. It was strange… She had taken that photograph of herself on her cell phone a couple weeks before. How could anyone have on access to it? Genevieve wondered if perhaps someone at work had taken her cellphone while she was on a lunch break or something and had saved the photograph for later use.

  Genevieve needed to fix this fast. Not only did her boss want her to send the proper article, he demanded a written apology and an explanation. Otherwise, Genevieve would lose her job. Genevieve was primed for an apology, but an explanation? How on earth could she explain this when she didn’t even understand it herself? Genevieve couldn’t believe this was happening. If this went really wrong, she could even lose this job.

  “I’m sorry Sam… Something really became up at work and I need you to leave,” Genevieve said.

  Sam was absolutely stunned at the sudden turn. If he had to be honest with himself, he expected Genevieve to invite him to stay the night. They just had an amazing date followed by amazing sex. And now, she was going to kick him out? Sam was confused. He thought Genevieve was into him and he didn’t understand why she couldn’t explain what was going on. Of course, Genevieve was much too embarrassed to explain it to she felt it was easier to just kick Sam to the curb. Who wants to tell their dat
e that their nudes got leaked to their boss?

  After a hasty goodbye, she kissed Sam on the lips and closed the door to her apartment locking it behind her. Sam was confused but he had no choice but to return home. Meanwhile, Genevieve had big problems on her hands and she had to fix them fast. If she was left with no job, there wasn’t much she could do except return South. And that was the last thing she wanted to do. She had dreams. She had things she wanted to accomplish in the city.

  This would only be a setback… But it was a big one. Genevieve was starting to realize that she had enemies, or at least one enemy who was willing to go above and beyond to destroy her. She knew she had to tell Greta what was going on. Obviously, someone had hacked her email account and gotten to the email that Greta had sent…

  Genevieve thought the Greta would know exactly what to do about this. She could probably help me figure out who did this within a week. Genevieve thought.

  Chapter 7