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  Do Not Disturb 2 (Interracial Erotic Romance)

  Violet Williams

  Published by Quiver Publishing

  Copyright 2012 Violet Williams

  Keisha Wallace is on cloud nine. She was awarded a prestigious full scholarship to Mauryville State and can quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on her education and raising her son. The cherry on top is that her devilishly handsome boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham, bought a house in town so they can begin to build a life together.

  But not everyone is singing the new couple's praises. Jake's billionaire entrepreneur father thinks dating Keisha is a disgrace and puts destroying their union at the top of his to-do list. Will they be able to weather the storm together, or will the drama destroy them?

  Do Not Disturb 2 is the follow-up to Amazon and All Romance Ebooks bestselling book, Do Not Disturb.

  Do Not Disturb 2 is an interracial erotic romance novella, clocking in at 19,350 words. It includes sexually explicit situations.

  Connect with Vi online at: http://violetwillamserotica.wordpress.com

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Keisha

  Keisha Wallace had spent hours getting ready for her date with her boyfriend, Senator Jake Cunningham. First, she took a long bubble bath with some of her favorite suds from Avon while giving her toes a fresh coat of crimson polish. Then, there was flat ironing her hair bob length ebony hair and battling with the naps in the back that had a mind of their own. The full service with vanilla body butter, then painstakingly applying her makeup: rouge on the cheeks, a fain gold shimmer to bring out her mahogany eyes and make her little black dress pop. Over two hours of hard work that was coming undone at the seams as Jake ran his hands up and down her thigh beneath the table.

  They were at Bella Monica, a neighborhood Italian restaurant in Raleigh. They’d come to celebrate her scholarship win, but right now, beads of sweat were coursing down her temple and careening down her neck. She slumped down in the booth, her heart racing as his fingertips hit her panty line and god damn if he didn’t make her want to say the hell with dinner and go out to the car and have him strip her bare and have his way.

  His pointer pushed between her quivering folds and he let out a low chuckle. She glanced over at him, his blue eyes going round with surprise. He shouldn’t have been. It would have been more surprising if his touch didn’t make her moist with desire. From his golden skin to his strong jaw line and lush lips, Jake was built like some warrior from the old days, all power and virility. But as a boyfriend, as a lover, he was so sensitive, so tuned into the needs and wants of her body. Even now, with only one finger, he was making it difficult to not orgasm on the spot. He loved to tease her like this, knowing that she had to moan, especially with him inside her. And Bella Monica was filled with other patrons, patrons that probably would have issues with her cries of ecstasy while they were trying to enjoy their dishes.

  She dropped her hand to her thigh and cleared her throat, stopping his hot trail. “S-so this is your neck of the woods, what do you rec-recommend?”

  He gave her a wink as he took his pointer and traced her thigh. When Keisha shot him a warning look, he let out a resigned sigh and brought his hand from beneath the table. He wiped his hand on the napikin and gripped his wine glass. “The manicotti is delicious.”

  “Mmm,” Keisha’s eyes scanned the menu, but she’d much rather scan her lover. Underneath his clothes, every muscle and cut combined to make a man she couldn’t say no to. A man that made her scream in octaves that would make an opera singer turn green with envy. Jake was a man that made her heart swell with one glance. A man that held her after they made love and asked about her son, Caleb. A man that loved her.

  Jake sipped his wine then turned his gaze back to Keisha, his blue eyes glittering with interest. “What?”

  She knew she was staring at him, but she couldn’t help it. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his, brushing his cheek as she roamed his mouth with her own, trying to express just how much he meant to her; just how much she cared.

  Keisha’s cheeks were hot as she pulled back and turned her attention back to the task at hand. Manicotti and red wine. They were there to celebrate. She had to think about that and not his naked body pressed tightly against her own.

  Her scholarship win was definitely cause for celebration. After leaving Harvard when she got pregnant with her son and taking night classes to try and finish up her degree, a full ride meant she could quit her job as a maid at Winterhorn Inn and Suites and focus on school and stay at home with Caleb.

  And then there was Jake. She felt as giddy as a school girl whose crush checked the ‘yes’ box. After all the dead end dates and disappointments, dating him was a dream, even though he lived in DC most of the week. He made her look forward to Friday nights like Christmas morning.

  Jake brought his hand over and placed it on top of Keisha’s. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”

  Keisha grinned. “I am pretty awesome, huh?”

  “And humble,” Jake cracked, closing his menu.

  The waiter saddled up to their table and took their orders. Keisha ordered the manicotti and was glad when the waiter hustled away. She wanted as much time with him as possible. Jake had flown down from DC for the weekend, coming all the back to Mauryville when Keisha called him in tears with the news. She’d been so excited about the scholarship and what it meant for her future. She could finish her degree in a year instead of the two plus that night school afforded her. She could spend more time with Caleb.

  "You're really doing it." Jake said, beaming with pride.

  He was so adorable. “I am.”

  “It’s just so amazing.”

  "You sound like you had doubt,” Keisha winked. To be honest, Keisha had. Single, black, female mothers were a dime a dozen, and she’d worried that her essay wouldn’t be gripping or unique enough. But they’d loved it, calling her story ‘moving’ and ‘inspiring’.

  "Nah," he said with a grin. "Ever since I met you I knew you were different. Driven. Unique." He smoothed the front of his V-neck sweater, suddenly seeming fidgety. Nervous.

  A flash of fear went through Keisha. Was he ending things? Was he having doubts?

  "I have something I want to talk to you about, Keisha."

  All color drained from her face. "Oh no." Maybe they moved too fast. He had a re-election campaign to run after all on top of everything else. The attack ads had been especially vicious lately. "Jake, I-"

  His aqua eyes went wide as he took her in. He picked up on the fact that she was starting to freak. "Jesus, it's not anything bad." He slid a little closer and looped an arm around her shoulder, pecking her on the forehead. "It's something good. Something good for us."

  Keisha bit her lip, embarrassed that he'd almost seen her go into cardiac arrest over the very thought of them breaking up. If he didn't know she had it bad before, it was loud and clear now. "W-What's up?"

  He
downed the rest of his wine before he continued. "You know I spend a lot of time in DC."

  "Mmhm."

  "And I have an apartment in Raleigh. Not that I've frequented it or anything lately." She knew that better than anyone. She'd practically taken up residence at Winterhorn, even having a crib delivered so Caleb could spend time with them when they weren't, uh, otherwise engaged.

  She gave him a nod to continue.

  "But I've been considering buying a house in Mauryville." He swallowed. “Well a little more than considering. I’ve, uh, closed on a house.”

  Keisha clasped her hands together. "That's great! We could get out of the hotel so I don't have to deal with Monique giving me the stink eye."

  Monique should count her many blessings and name them one by one: 1) that she was still in the good graces of Carmen, the icy cool manager at Winterhorn , even though she quit without giving notice, 2) that the check Jake's squirrely former advisor paid her didn't bounce, although in the end it didn't matter since she blew it in Vegas, and 3) that she still had all her teeth for stooping so low and trying to end Keisha and Jake’s relationship with her charade.

  Carmen was wise enough not to put the two of them on the same team, but it didn't stop them from crossing paths. Every time she saw Monique's face, she had to fight the urge to lay her out. But she wanted to set a good example for Caleb...and an all-out brawl at Winterhorn would only arm Jake's opponents.

  "Yeah...if I don't have to look at that woman's face ever again, it'll be too soon," Jake piped, shaking his head. He traced the stem of the glass. Clearly there was something else. "The house I’m talking about is only a few blocks from Mauryville State. A few blocks in the good neighborhood direction," he added.

  Keisha dropped her fork. Holy crap. Was he asking what she thought he was asking? "Jake--are you asking me to move in with you?"

  He looked at her intently. "Yes. You and Caleb."

  Her ears rang as she swallowed his words. As far as practicality, it made sense. After all, when he was in town they spent most of their time together. But moving in, living together? That was a big deal. The part of her that got lost in his blue eyes and thought about waking up to him on Saturday mornings, standing over the stove as he danced around the kitchen with Caleb in his arms, screamed yes. The dreamer, the lover in Keisha wanted nothing more than to take the next step. But the rational part of her mind, the one that was lit up with dread every time an attack ad came on, that wondered when the shoe would drop and Jake would decide he was better off with a socialite than a single mom was leery.

  "Are you sure, Jake?" she asked softly. "Do you know what you're getting into?"

  "Well hopefully," he whispered, dropping his hand back to her thigh, "I'll be getting between those legs sooner rather than later."

  She held his hand steady. "I'm being serious."

  He gave her a small nod, stroking her leg gently. "I know sweetheart. So am I."

  "But Jake-"

  "And I know you've been screwed by love, by trusting men."

  He spoke of Holden, Caleb's dad. Keisha had loved him the moment she set eyes on him, believed every lie he told her. When she got pregnant, he fell off the face of the earth. She’d tried dating after, but those that weren't out for sex usually had a problem with Caleb.

  But not Jake. He loved Caleb. Rocking him to sleep, dancing with him, hell, he even tolerated mind numbing programs on the kid network.

  His eyes searched hers, needing some sort of sign. Needing a response.

  "I know it's a big deal," he said after a moment. "But I love you. I love Caleb. I want to build a home, a future with you."

  "I love you too," she said, leaning toward him until her forehead touched his. The contact, skin to skin, made more sense than anything Keisha had ever known.

  To fall in love was to shut your eyes and leap, hoping as you plummeted down someone would catch you. Never allow harm to come to you.

  Keisha jumped, feeling the smile on her face as she dove into the unknown. "Okay. I'll move in with you."

  Chapter Two

  Jake

  “Have you completely lost your mind?”

  Jake Cunningham had always been grateful that his father, Conrad, never minced words.

  Since he was the son of a successful entrepreneur that had his fingers in just about every successful pie in the continental US, Jake had always been treated with kid gloves. Throughout most of his youth, he’d always questioned if his teachers and friends only got close out of hopes that manna would rain from heaven or tiptoed around him out of fear that they’d fall out of his father’s good graces.

  He could always count on his father to give it to him straight—but he found a part of him wished he could at least pretend to be happy about Keisha, even though he knew it was fool’s hope.

  “I mean, this is completely insane, Jake,” Conrad railed on, loosening his tie.

  “According to Dr. Jackman, I’ve got a clean bill of mental health—in fact, she says I’m the happiest she’s seen in a long time.”

  It was the truth. Considering Marshal’s team had been pulling out all the stops, digging out every skeleton and quote taken out of context to bloody him in the public eye, it had to be the gospel truth. Last race, he’d lived in the gym, sweating it out to keep from exploding. But how could he be upset, how could he take anything personal when he knew Keisha would be waiting for him at the end of the tunnel?

  “That woman is an overpriced crackpot,” Conrad seethed.

  “Right,” Jake said with a bitter chuckle. “Still raw that she didn’t try to dissuade me from Trixie, I see.”

  Conrad’s aqua eyes clouded over. “Don’t even say that girl’s name in my presence.”

  He’d get no complaints from Jake. It was hard to believe that just four months ago he’d spent most of his waking moments wondering where he went wrong, craving the way her hair smelled, missing her son’s lopsided smile, longing to pummel her asshole ex-boyfriend. She’d probably shacked back up with him by now.

  It didn’t matter. Trixie ending things was a blessing in disguise. The heartbreak paved the road to Keisha and Caleb.

  His father signaled the waiter as he settled in his chair. Jake smirked as he took him in. How his father managed to make a plush seat in Bibbus Restaurant look like a throne was a thing of skill. But Jake wasn’t his subject. He could order him to end things with Keisha ‘til he turned blue in the face, but it was a waste of time.

  “I’m sure she’s-” Conrad paused, probably trying to think of a word other than ‘tawdry’, ‘poor’, or ‘black’. It was his father’s trifecta of doom, even though his investment firm was involved with numerous inner city charities. Jake knew that beneath the flashing bulbs and publicity, his dad was a bit of a racist.

  “She’s what, Dad?”

  “Lovely,” Conrad said after taking a sip of wine. “But now is just not the time to be taking on anymore scandal. Not when you’re trailing Marsh by ten points.”

  Jake sliced his steak with sharp jabs. “I’m sorry falling in love is inconvenient. But my mind’s made up, Dad. What Keisha and I have is real. And she’s not going anywhere.”

  Conrad let out a groan of frustration. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, Jake. You’re gonna give it all up, your career-”

  “Your hefty contributions,” Jake cut in bitingly.

  Conrad ignored him. “You’re gambling it all on some woman?”

  “She’s not just some woman,” Jake said, his voice rising. “You don’t know a thing about her.”

  “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.” Conrad leaned over and opened his briefcase, pulling out a manila folder.

  Jake narrowed his eyes. “Dad you didn’t…”

  He gave Jake an innocent shrug. “It was just a simple background check.”

  “Yeah, right,” Jake scoffed, wiping his mouth. “You’ll probably tell me her moment of birth, her blood type, her genetic makeup-”

  “Don’t be dramatic, s
on,” Conrad said icily. He scanned the stack of paper before him. “Keisha Nicole Wallace. 24 years old, born and raised in Teachey, North Carolina, moved to Mauryville at fifteen with her mother.” He stroked his chin. “She did excellent academically despite her handicaps.”

  Jake felt the anger bubble at the heart of him. “And what handicaps would that be? Being black? Working class?”

  Conrad ignored him. “Received a competitive scholarship to Harvard. Performed mediocrely and eventually dropped out when she discovered she was pregnant.” He shook his head slowly, his perfectly coifed features going sour. “You can do better, son. Even on a bad day.”

  Jake’s anger spilt over and he slammed his fist on the table. “God damn it, Dad!”

  Conrad polished off his wine, not even flinching. “Don’t make a scene.”

  A flash of fury shuttled through him. He wanted to do so much more than ‘cause a scene’. He wanted to give the hoity toity diners that surrounded them a reason to clutch their pearls. He wanted to sock his father, wipe the self-righteous smirk right off his face. “I’m not gonna let you talk down about Keisha, or drive a wedge between us.” He rose to his feet, buttoning his jacket. He needed to get out of there before he did something he’d really regret.

  “Sit down.”

  “I’m not fifteen anymore, Dad,” Jake’s voice was a low rumble and Conrad’s face went pale.

  They’d promised to never talk about that day again, but it came shuttling back. The way Jake felt powerless, his father’s iron grip tight around his throat. He couldn’t do anything then, but he was a grown man now. He didn’t have to grin and bear it.

  Conrad cleared his throat. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He gestured at the empty chair beside Jake. “Please sit back down.”

  Jake jutted out his lip, not wanting to give an inch. It was easier to walk away when his father was being his normal, overbearing self, but now, he looked genuinely apologetic.