Free Mr White Proposes (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding

surprise.
    “ What do you even mean by that?” she asked looking at him, a questioning look on her face.
    “ He called me up last month. Surprised me too. I didn’t even know he had my number,” Eric said as Natasha looked on. “So, he took me out for a great dinner and asked me for your hand,” he finally said smiling.
    “ He did?” she asked feeling a wave of emotion come over her.
    “ You know honey,” Eric said, a serious expression suddenly coming over his face. “Mitchell is a good man and he is not your grandfather,” he said taking her small hands in his. “And you are certainly not your mother,” he added with a smile.
    “ Thanks dad,” she said looking at Eric. “I really needed to hear that,” she said with a smile. “And I think I am ready to give Mitch my answer,” she said still smiling.
    “ So, what are you still doing here?” Eric asked. “You had better skedaddle,” Eric said patting her knee.
    Natasha looked at him and smiled even more. Her father was right. Mitchell was not just some guy she had bumped into at the flea market. He was the real thing,. The ideal man. The greatest thing that could ever happen to her. She could not let him slip away.
    “You are right daddy,” she said planting a kiss on his forehead. “I got to go,” she said practically running out. She stopped in her tracks and ran back and then quickly grabbed the diary from the bed. “Not today, Eric Black,” she said before running out.
    “ You were a child,” he called out as he heard her run down the stairs.
    “ And I’m still your child!” he heard call out from downstairs. He smiled as he heard the door slam shut. He was about to get a son-in-law.

Chapter 7
    When Mitchell heard the front door slam shut, his first instinct was to reach for his gun. He reached for his piece cleverly concealed underneath one of his cushions. He suddenly aimed it at the door, his index finger almost squeezing the trigger.
    “ Bring it buster,” he thought. “Breaking and entering can be an excusable reason for getting shot,” he said as he kept his eyes fixated on the hallway.
    “ It’s me, Mitchell,” he heard. Natasha’s small voice coming through the hallway. He took a deep breath as he put the safety back on. “I’m sorry,” she said as she walked towards him.
    “ It’s okay,” he said looking at her. “Fuck, she’s beautiful,” he thought as he looked at her. “What are you doing out so late?” he asked as he looked at her.
    “ I needed to talk to you,” she said looking up at him. Mitchell looked at her as he felt his heart pounding a bit faster.
    “ Oh shit. I’m about to get the it’s not you, it’s me speech,” he thought as he struggled to maintain a brave face.
    “ Right now?” he asked.
    “ Yes, Mitchell, Right fucking now,” Natasha said obviously getting pissed off at his question. It was one in the freaking morning. This was either a booty call or a serious talk.
    “ Damn you Mitchell Schmidt!” He thought as he looked at the floor and then back at Natasha. “What’s on your mind? Why don’t you sit down," he said not sure what he wanted her to do first.
    ” No, I don’t want to sit down. I can do this just fine standing,” she said tugging at her jacket.
    “ Okay,” he said. She looked up at him and at that moment, he just wanted to take her into his arms and hug her and then give her the most passionate kiss known to man.
    “ I talked to my dad. He told me you asked him for my hand,” she stared as she looked into his eyes. Mitchell felt himself panic.
    “ Should I not have done it?” he asked confused. She shook her head.
    “ No, I just….I was impressed. I think I…” her voice trailed off as she looked into his eyes, lost for words. She then took a step forward and kissed him. Mitchell closed his eyes and held her shoulders as he kissed her back.
    “ Wait,” he thought. “ This is not good,” he thought as he began to slowly push her away.
    “ No,