Mr. Black's Proposal (Part Two: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Aubrey Dark Page A

against my wine glass and stepped up next to my mom.
    “Excuse me! Excuse me, everyone!”
    I was always making speeches. It was one of the dumbest parts of being a CEO. Now, though, I looked at my mom and I was happy that I could make her proud.
    “Mom, I love you more than anything. You’re a wonderful mom, a wonderful friend, and you’re always the best-dressed woman in the room.”
    All of the ladies chuckled, and my mom dipped down into a short curtsy. There was light applause from all her friends.
    “And I’m so glad that you put up with me all these years. I want you to know that you’ve raised me well, and I’m very happy right now. And I think you’re going to like the surprise I have for you. But without further ado, I want to present to you your first birthday present… your cupcakes!”
    I looked over to the kitchen door, where Steph was waiting. Steph rolled out the cupcakes. It was then that I saw what she was wearing. It was a short black dress. A really short black dress. I liked it a hell of a lot, but I wasn’t sure my mom would approve. Steph licked her lips nervously, taking short steps as she pushed the cart in.
    As she got close, I saw there was a smudge of flour on her nose. When she walked by in front of me, I reached over and wiped it off quickly with my thumb.
    “Thanks,” she whispered. “Okay! Here they are! Red velvet on the red plates, chocolate on the black plates, vanilla on the white plates.”
    My mother and her friends gathered around the cupcake cart, oohing and aahing as they picked their cupcakes. Steph stood back, and I moseyed up to her side.
    “You look good,” I said.
    She flushed red.
    “I grabbed the wrong dress from my room,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what would be worse, this or stained yoga pants.”
    “I like this dress,” I said, eyeing her ass. The fabric was stretched tight across her hips. “Are you wearing panties?”
    “Shh!”
    My cock twitched.
    “You know how to make an entrance,” I whispered back to her.
    “Oh God. I hope your mom doesn’t care that I look like a Brooklyn whore.”
    “I think she’s too busy stuffing her face with cupcake to care.”
    I looked over to the rolling cart, where the cupcakes were quickly disappearing.
    “Didn’t you say something about extra cake?” I asked. “You might need to get that out soon.”
    Steph pursed her lips.
    “I don’t know about that,” she said hesitantly. “Andy says he doesn’t know where it is.”
    “So I guess I’ll just have to come back to your bakery tomorrow for more cake if I want it.”
    “Lucas…”
    I nudged Steph’s side.
    “Did you want me to introduce you to my mom now, or…?”
    “No! I mean, not in this dress. We need to talk first.”
    “Sure,” I said. “Now?” I wanted her to know that I was serious when I told her I loved her. Totally serious. And I would make sure that I was available to talk when she wanted to talk.
    “I don’t think—”
    A weird yelp interrupted our conversation. We both looked over to see Otis in the middle of the floor. His ears drooped and he yelped again.
    “Otis?” I said. “Come here, buddy!”
    Otis made a funny noise and rolled down on his side.
    “Oh no,” Steph said.
    “What?”
    “The red velvet sheet cake. I didn’t know how it could possibly have gone missing. Now I do.”
    “Oh, no,” I echoed.
    I turned to look at Otis again. His face was definitely curling up into a grimace. And I knew what that meant.
    “Otis…” Steph and I both stepped forward to get him out of the living room, but it was too late.
    Otis retched, spewing red velvet cake vomit all over the pristine white carpet. If it had been chocolate cake, it couldn’t have looked worse. The living room now had a huge splotch of red like highway roadkill.
    Steph’s face, on the other hand, had turned from bright red to completely pale. She looked like she was going to throw up herself. I looked around the room at a bunch of ladies in