Free Dating A British Billionaire (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew Page A

night I had spent in her house. The girl had stared at me with those eyes just like Nisha’s: wide and inquisitive. As I stuck my brush covered in toothpaste into my mouth, I found myself preoccupied with thoughts of what could possibly be in her head. I wanted to get to know everything about her from her favorite color to her favorite TV show. Did she like reading? Did she have an irrational aversion to shrimp like her mother did? I just wanted to know her.
     
    It was as I occupied my mind with these thoughts that I made my way to my kitchen and started a pot of coffee. As the sound of beans being ground and the scent filled my kitchen, I made my way to the front door, opened it and picked up the newspaper on the other side of the door. I turned on my telly, eager to hear another voice and see what the latest polls were saying. I grabbed my first cup of coffee for the day and sat down in front of my telly, flipping to the politics section of the newspaper.
     
    “Parliamentary Candidate is now wrestling with accusations of a bastard child…”
     
    My eyes flashed wide open as I choked on my coffee and nearly spilled the contents of my mug all over the newspaper. After putting it down, I grabbed my remote and turned the volume up. There he was, George Trenton, standing in the midst of what looked like a brutal press conference. His wife was nowhere to be seen, despite the fact that she was always at his side for any and all kinds of public appearances. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.” Sure enough, when I finally got a chance to glance at the politics section of the newspaper, there we were, standing side by side. An image of me speaking at some charity thing or another, and one of him, looking as angry as ever, as he gave what looked like a motivational speech at some sort of venue. I read the headline out loud because I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe what I was looking at. “A source has confirmed that George Trenton does have a child outside of his marriage. It is unclear if his wife had any previous knowledge of this fact, but from the looks of it, something is on the rocks.”
     
    I couldn’t believe Peter and Felix had done it. Not only had this most likely ruined his campaign, but his marriage as well. How could he and his wife recover from this? In watching reporters make conjectures about what was in the rest of the story, I couldn’t help but feel a little exposed myself. I sat with my foot crossed over my knee, certain that they would hit back, hard, with a vengeance, and when they did, it would be crippling. Yet as I sat there, contemplating my entire life, I could think of nothing they could possibly uncover, at least, not anything I wasn’t already prepared for.
     
    As I looked back up at the telly, I saw that I had more than overslept. I had planned to meet Nisha and Valerie at the bridal store. Now that we were going steady again, we thought it would be a good idea to start putting some of the wedding preparations in place and picking out the dress was one of them. When she brought it up to me, I thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to spend time with her daughter. Although she was reluctant about it at first, I was eventually able to convince her that she would have no reason to regret this.
     
    So exactly one hour later, I found myself staring at Nisha and Valerie, mother and daughter. They both wore track suits, Nisha in a black one and Valerie in a bright pink one. Her mother had drawn her hair up into a bun at the top of her head and even gone through the pains of applying eyeliner on her face.
     
    Nisha, knowing exactly what I was staring at, laughed at me. “She begged me to do it. She wanted to look good for you, I suppose.”
     
    I nodded. “Right of course.”
     
    She looked down at her daughter, giving her a knowing look. “Make sure you act like a lady,” she warned.
     
    A smile played at the corners of my lips at the sight of my future wife disciplining