The Billionaires One Night Stand (BWWM)

7

I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me
Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me
Don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me
You know how I like it when you lovin' on me
I don't wanna die for them to miss me
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*unedited*

Leesi's POV

After my mom's come to Jesus meeting, we established that we would be there at the party according to the plan. Mitchell insisted that we go out and eat and not make anything, which is weird. I made a trip home to find a dress to fit my growing body. The white bodycon dress fit me tight but wasn't suffocating. It showed off my curves and made my breast show the right amount without looking sleazy.

I slide my white Louboutin heels and grab my phone. I make my way out of the apartment to see Mitchell in a crisp black suit leaning on his polished white Aston Martin. I hurry down the stairs of the apartment and rush over to him. "Did you just run in heels?"

"Yes. You have no idea how bad I want to drive this car!" I walk around it as I let my fingers run over it. I love cars more than a lot of things in my life.

"You want to drive it to the restaurant?" I nod frantically and he tosses me the keys. I quickly get in and start it up. I rev the engine and smile widely. I adjust the seat so I can reach the peddles. Mitchell climbs in and smiles at me. "Let's go."

"Wait, where are we going?" He types in the address on the GPS and I look at him and then at the address. He's taking me to a southern restaurant while I am in designer clothes. Gosh. Why couldn't he tell me where beforehand? "Mitchell, I'm too dressed up for this place."

I whine and he laughs. "Let's go, love."

So it's safe to say that Mitchell doesn't like my driving. I drive too fast or I drive too slow. He always complains about something. We park beside a lifted truck and get out. We make our way into the small restaurant and all eyes are on us. I turn bright red as I hide behind Mitchell.

He grabs my hand and drags me to a booth in the middle of the restaurant. "They're all staring at us. We, well you are out of your element."

"What do you mean by that?" I look around and raise my brow at his dumbness.

"You are a rich billionaire and you only wear crisp suits. You dragged me to dinner thinking I was going somewhere fancy but you decided on this where everyone is dressed in southern clothes and nothing fancy." He looks around and frowns. "It reminds of back home. I like it."

"Good."

Our waitress approaches our table and smiles at us. She has to be no more than sixteen. She's cute, a few pimples here and there, but overall she is pretty. "What can I get y'all today?"

"I will have a medium rare steak with a glass of sweet tea. No green beans and two biscuits." Mitchell looks at me and I glance down at the menu and then up at the girl as she writes down his order.

"I will have the pork chop no green beans, double the mashed potatoes, three biscuits, sweet tea, and macaroni and cheese." She nods and walks away with our menus. I look at Mitchell as he stares at me. "Why are you staring?"

"Because you are beautiful and I am glad we fucked that night." I giggle and feel my face heat up.

"Well then." He lightly chuckles. "Since we technically barely know each other, why don't we take our time tonight and do so."

He nods. "Tell me about your sperm donor."

I take a deep breath. "You know who he is. You know what he does but I will not tell you his name but I will show you him one day but today will not be that day."

He scrunches his brows. "So what happened when you were eleven?"

"We were at a store in my hometown and we were looking at cars and we were talking about every single one. Every little detail about them and one of his older daughters came up to us and dragged him away from me to go see something important. That dad I knew I would never be as important as them. The cars are the only thing we shared interest on." Mitchel nods. "My mom understood and made it clear to Greg's kids that I was their equal, nothing more and nothing less."

Our waitress comes back and places everything in front of us and we smile at her. She leaves and I quickly dig in. "Damn, you eat fast."

I flip him off and continue. "You're cute when you stuff your face and get it all over your white dress." I shrug. "I'm glad my babies eat a lot."

I snort and he chuckles. We fall into a comfortable silence as we eat. This is probably the best we have been since we've come across each other again. I'm scared but I want to take this risk. I want this to work because I don't want this to be exactly what my mom and dad had. I will die before I let that happen. God has a plan and I want to go through with his even if I am scared about the leap I'm taking into this journey.