Free CHOSEN BY THE BILLIONAIRE (bwwm interracial billionaire romance) by Troya Black Page B

as though the music was telling his story, a sad, beautiful story. Aside from that he was totally gorgeous. Tall, handsome with light brown hair swished back so you could clearly see his stunning features. The white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows and he had delicious forearms that flexed with every note he hit. His eyes were piercing blue and every time he glanced in my direction a shiver ran through me. I was captivated by this mysterious man.

    Cory moved his attention to me. “Do you know who that is?” he asked me referring to the piano player.

    “An incredibly gorgeous man!” I joked back at him, laughing.

    “I would agree on the gorgeous part too he’s also filthy rich, that’s Brayden”  

    “Brayden? as in the Brayden Cooper who's party this is?” I was a little shocked, he was nothing like I had imagined.

    “The one and only, you should go talk to him” he said nudging me.

    “Like he would ever be interested in me!” I stood up feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol. “I’m going to find the ladies”

    “Okay, don’t get lost!” he called after me.

    I was definitely tipsy, I hoped it wasn’t obvious as I felt like my walk was a little staggered. I made my way down a hallway, the place was huge, high ceilings and all the walls were strangely laced with mirrors which perceived the space even larger. I caught a glimpse of myself, my make up and hair ws still well enact and for that I was grateful. I never thought of myself as particularly beautiful, not in a conventional way anyway. I wasn't ugly either but I definitely wouldn't be first pick, especially for a guy like Brayden. I sighed and kept walking until I came to a door.  

    Knock..Knock..

    No answer. I turned the knob and walked in. It was a library but not the traditional old, it was modern and sleek. There were thousands of books, shelves upon shelves but the centre piece of the room was what caught my eye. A beautiful painting of a man and woman making love.  

    “You like it?” a deep voice said behind me. I turned around startled, it was Brayden.

    “It’s beautiful…very sexy” I smiled at him. “Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom and I ended up here” I blushed hoping he wasn’t mad with my nosiness.

    “Don’t worry about it…my security alerted me and when I saw that it was you I decided to come deal with the situation myself” he looked at me seriously.

    “Oh…I’m really sorry, I’ll leave, I—“ I stood up from the bench before Brayden put his hand on my shoulder.

    “Relax, I’m just joking…I guess my sense of humour has never been my strong point” He half laughed shaking his head as he sat down beside me.

    “Oh…” I half laughed back at him. Suddenly his closeness caused me to sweat, the energy between us ignited something in me I’d never felt before.  

    “I’m Brayden” he said gesturing his hand towards me.  

    “Aleysha” I said shaking it, I pulled my hand back quickly, it was as though electricity pulsed from his body to mine through the hand shake.  

    “Aleysha? I’ve always loved that name, it’s beautiful, just as you are, if you don’t mind me being so bold. I couldn’t help but notice you all evening, you’re glowing skin, the way that dress hugs your amazing curves, that wild hair….You’re a very attractive woman Aleysha” he stared at me as he said it although I had to look away his gaze felt like it was burning into my flesh, it was too much for me.  

    “Oh…Ah…” I was tongue-tied, could this really be true or was this just some ploy he used on all women to get them into bed, for all I knew he could be some serial womaniser. Either way at this point I didn’t really care. If for just one night I could experience a man like Brayden Cooper it would be enough for me. “Thank you” I said turning to lock eyes with him.  

    “And I noticed that you were watching me to Aleysha” he said, our eyes still glued to each