The Billionaire's Waitress 2: The Billionaire's Waitress, #2

By Blue Davis

Nia Jones has fallen for the one man who could take her heart and shatter it to pieces.

Nia Jones has moved from Long Beach to Houston to attend college and care for her grandmother. Her abusive ex-boyfriend has trekked all the way from California to track her down.

What the ex doesn't know is that billionaire Jake Carlton is the sole owner of Nia's heart. However, Jake is sworn to another woman through a pregnancy mishap. Will Jake and Nia ever learn to love, or will they be haunted forever by their past mistakes?

In a strange twist of fate, the abusive ex winds up at the billionaire's Tanglewood mansion. A Texas-style showdown occurs, in which there is only one victor.

Will they be able to seal their future together or will they be overpowered by a disastrous sequence of troublesome events?

This is a fast-paced Interracial BWWM Romance Book. This is book two of The Billionaire's Waitress box set. This series is magical and highly addictive!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Davis
• Release date: Mar 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386520665

Book preview

Chapter 1

W elcome home , said a familiar voice.

A tightness constricted her neck, allowing only a hoarse scream. Aghhee!

Sitting on the sofa with his black boots propped up, was a man she thought she’d never see again.

She stood in the doorway of her Houston home, her own hand covering her gaping mouth. She glared at the intruder who sat on her living room sofa.

He lifted his boots from the wooden coffee table and planted them onto the beige carpet.

Shhhh…. He held a single finger to his lips. His hair was braided in several corn rows and he had a light fuzz on his chin. Small threads clung from the missing sleeves of his torn black shirt. His faded jeans hung baggy on skinny legs. A black and white flannel was tied around his waist.

Darius, she said, catching her breath. Her eyes narrowed on him. What are you doing here?

Just swingin’ by to visit my favorite H-town girl, he said, enunciating each word. I didn’t get to see you after the trial. I wanted to surprise you. You look nice.

He stretched out his arms, palms facing the ceiling. Where the party at?

You shouldn’t be here. I’m out here ‘cause I’m trying to find a good life for myself. I’m going to school and taking care of my…

Nia shifted her focus from Darius to the kitchen, and then to her grandmother’s room.

Grandma? She walked around the house, poking her head through each doorway. Psychopath. She stormed back to the sofa.

Where is she?

Who?

My grandmother. What did you do to her?

Come on, Nia. For real? You think I’ma be up in here messin’ around with your grandma? He stood up, holding on to an imaginary cane and shoulder purse. Oh…help me somebody…please help, he said, in an elderly voice, just before falling back on to the sofa in laughter.

Nia checked each room again, frowning. I’m not playing with you, Darius. Where is she? Her voice raised a decibel with each word.

He turned his head to the side and held a finger to his mouth again. Shhhh…

Blood drained from her face. She ran to the door and grabbed her phone from her purse.

He raced from the couch toward her and locked his thumb and forefinger around her small wrist. He banged the wrist on the door hard, until the phone fell on the carpet.

Agggh! She felt a dull ache spreading from her wrist to her forearm. His tight grasp sent shivers down her spine.

You ain’t doin’ that, he said, squeezing her cheeks with his other thumb and forefinger. His fingers and breath reeked of smoke. He slammed the back of her head against the door. I ain’t goin’ back there.

Agggh. Nia’s pulse raced. The back of her head began to ache. You can’t stay here. You aren’t welcome here, she said, her eyes pleading.

He loosened his grip, and slumped his shoulders. Nia, come on now. How you gon’ do me like this. I miss you, girl. I want you back in my life.

Nia closed her eyes. He’s insane. You have to understand that it’s over. I’ve moved on. I’m here, going to school. I have a new life now.

Darius smiled on a single side of his face. Okay. I can respect that. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Can you help a brother out tho’? It was expensive as hell tryin’ to get here. Texas be big and shit. I’m on my last dollar right now. Lemme borrow some quick cash and I’ll pay you back in a minute."

I’m not an ATM, she said, wincing. Go away please. Just go away.

He dropped her wrist and walked back to the sofa. He flopped down onto the cushions. Well, I ain’t goin’ nowhere then.

She sighed, straightening her dress. She looked at the bookcase. Fuck. She pulled The Bluest Eye book out until she could see a white envelope peeking out. She pulled five one-hundred dollar bills out with trembling fingers. She handed him the money.

He spread the money out in his hands. That it? His eyes moved from the bookcase back to her. I don’t think I can survive off this. Come on now. You can do better than that.

Nia rolled her eyes, and grabbed the envelope from the bookcase again. She gave him the last five hundred, letting the empty envelope float to the floor.

He stomped his boots down to floor, standing up. You my girl, he said, enclosing her in his arms.

She shuddered and pulled away. She curled her upper lip in disgust. Get the fuck out NOW!

I’ll come back around and see you real soon, he said, walking to the door. He stepped out, shutting the door behind himself.

Moments later she heard a roar of his Honda engine as he fired it off around the corner.

She stood with her hand on her chest. She drew in several deep breaths, furrowing her eyebrows as she gazed on the floor at the envelope. Jackass. How the hell did he get in here? She examined the door, then the sofa. She shook her head, locking the bolt. She peeked through the blinds. Where is she?

Grandma? She called out, wandering from room to room.

She found some blue sweat pants and a white, ribbed tank. She treaded to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She sighed as she peeled the rhinestone strap of the red cocktail dress from her shoulder. She stared in the mirror into her swollen, brown eyes. Her tangled mane stuck together in one dry brick. I’m so done. She climbed into the shower. She closed her eyes, as her head filled with pain. Her wrist began to throb under the heat of the water. She crouched down in the bathtub, sobbing. Why did he have to follow me all the way here?

Faint voices called out from the living room. She turned off the water.

You know you didn’t have to bring the groceries all the way in here. Such a gentleman.

Grandma. Oh, thank God.

"You know I’m not gon’ let you struggle all the way in here," a voice said. Wilson.

Nia slipped her clothes on and opened the door.

Wilson, she said, moving on to look at her grandmother. Her eyebrows crinkled.

She walked toward Grandma Pat. Thank God you’re okay. I’ve been worried sick about you. Where have you been?

I ran out of cornmeal, and Wilson here was so kind to bring me to the store, she said. Her short, black hair framed her freckled cheeks. Her black, thick-rimmed glasses rested on the top of her nose. She was 79, but looked twenty or thirty years younger.

Nia raised her eyebrows at Wilson. Yes, that was nice, she said. She tilted her head. Aren’t you supposed to be carting Mr. Carlton around though?

Wilson scrunched his shoulders and bowed his head. He was a tall, older man, with graying hair and gentle eyes. He looked at Nia. Mr. Carlton’s the one who told me to come. He said to tell ya’ll to call if you needed anything.

Nia rolled her eyes as her lips tightened. Thank you, Wilson. But Grandma and I are just fine without Mr. Carlton’s help. There’s nothing around here that we can’t manage to do for ourselves.

Grandma Pat lifted her head, smiling. Spoken like Gwendolyn’s daughter.

Well, I cannot say she is not my mother, Nia said.

Silence stiffened the air.

Wilson shifted his balance. Well, I’ll leave you two ladies to yourselves. Please do ring if you need anything, he said.

Absolutely, Grandma Pat said, beaming at him. Thank you so much for the lift. She placed her hand on the V-neck of her yellow, vested sweater. You’re a life-saver.

She escorted him to the door.

Bye Wilson, Nia said, staring blankly.

Grandma Pat waved at him from the door, smiling cheerfully. She shut the door, and spiraled around to face Nia. What in heaven’s name is wrong with you, girl?

I was so worried about you, Nia said, covering her mouth.

Her grandmother said nothing.

Nia crossed her arms over