The Billionaire's Waitress 3: The Billionaire's Waitress, #3

By Blue Davis

Is a man worth dying for?

Nia Jones is a strong black woman who has just been asked to marry by one of the richest bachelors in the world. He invites her to vacation on a mysterious tropical island. Everything seems picture-perfect. However, things take a turn for the worse when she receives a call from home.

She discovers that not everyone is so excited about the prospect of marriage. In fact, a group of people would rather see her dead.

Will Jake and Nia risk building a dynasty of their own, or will they break it off and decide that each other's lives are just too precious to lose?

This is a BWWM pregnancy erotic romance. This is the third book of The Billionaire's Waitress series. Contains no cliffhanger and a satisfying HEA. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Davis
• Release date: Mar 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386946557

Book preview

Chapter 1

Nia climbed from the edge of the yacht and stepped onto the soft, golden sand, inhaling the island’s sweet aroma. It’s beautiful.

Jake brushed sweat from his forehead into his short, light brown hair. "You’re beautiful. He took a step toward the mass of rainforest that stood before them. At 6’0, 190 lbs., he towered over her small body. He wore a collared, knit shirt, along with a pair of knee-length khaki shorts. Home is a about half a mile inland. We chose to build it away from the shore for more privacy.

He shifted his eyes to look down at his new fiancé’s feet. You okay with walking?

Sure. She wore a pair of flat silver sandals, along with a flared pink and white floral dress. She grasped her long, black mane and smoothed it back into a pony tail.

They walked a few steps along the sand onto a lush, green pathway. Wild ferns and other exotic plants lined each side of the grassy aisle. Coconut palms stretched from the tropical greenery, high into the sky. Birds chirped sweet melodies around red, orange, and yellow flowers.

"I still can’t even fathom the idea that you own an island," she said, her eyes glowing.

Jake raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. Well…there’s twenty thousand islands in the Pacific Ocean. This is just one of them.

They overlooked the turquoise-blue ocean, as the green pathway led them to higher ground.

Here it is, he said, holding her hand.

She gasped. Wow, she said, looking at the humongous mansion.

They stepped up onto a large, polished mahogany platform, passing by two large pools and greenery. They walked upstairs to a wide balcony that appeared to wrap around the entire house. The house itself was lined with several large, rectangular windows that reached around the house as far as the eye could see.

Yes. It’s a nice getaway. We have three caretakers here, as well. They’re around here somewhere. They actually live in a separate three-bedroom, nearby. It’s a family from Fiji…one brother and two sisters. The people are great here. They’re unbelievably warm and friendly. They love to spoil me with delicious food and kava when I’m here.

Sounds wonderful, she said, her smile widening as she peered into the house. She gawked at the living room’s luxurious, natural decor. The warm-colored wood was accented with red, high-backed chairs. The wood-beamed ceiling overlooked a large, round table underneath. Three strategically-placed chaises sat in front of an ocean view, a lamp at each chair. Ethnic statues of Pacific Island women sat by the windows. A white, leather sectional sat in the corner area of the room. It wrapped around a cozy fireplace.

Let’s get you all settled in the room, he said.

They walked up some steps to another level of the house and down a long corridor. She eyed a native art statue as they stepped into the master bedroom suite at the end of the wall.

Wow. It’s huge, she said, looking around, focusing on the majestic canopy bed. The bed had four carved, wooden posts. Soft, white sheets flowed down from rafters above. The bed itself sat on a raised stage, as if it were a showroom piece. A section of the room had a brown, leather sofa-set, surrounding a huge, flat-screen television. A colorful portrait of an islander woman and her baby hung on the wall.

She walked to the window, peering out at the mild ocean waves. So pristine.

He set down her red travel bag. You can see a couple of the neighboring islands from here. He pointed to a distant landmass. That’s Wakaya there.

Ah. She nodded. "And what’s this island called?" She pointed down.

He looked straight-forward. We like to call it, ‘The Island’.

Her smile faded. First Genevieve, now him. Why aren’t they telling me the name of the damn island?

"That’s not the name. What’s the real name?"

He held one finger up to his lips, while he smiled with one corner of his mouth. I’m sworn to secrecy, he said. He grasped her hand, taking a step backward. Come on, I want to show you something.

She looked into his glowing, hazel eyes. His skin appeared soft and translucent. His aligned teeth accentuated his strong, square jaw.

What am I going to do with this man? Her lips formed a slow smile.

Okay. She set her purse down, and placed her hands by her side. Ready.

He led her down the stairs and out the front door. They walked down the mahogany steps onto the platform. They passed by the glistening blue pools. A smaller, round jetted spa sat closer to the house windows. A massive stainless steel grill sat under a roofed barbequing area. Long, black countertops surrounded the grill, along with a full-size refrigerator, cabinets and dishwasher.

A full kitchen, outside. It’s even bigger than the one you have back in Tanglewood.

He held her hand tighter as they stepped down from the warm wood onto another green path. This one took them around to the back of the house. They passed by several large huts. She peered at the structures. Each hut had a straw roof hanging down toward the door and windows.

Bures. It’s very rare that we have guests come to visit us. But when we do, they stay in these. Each unit is equipped with its own power, bathroom, and drink bar.

As they passed the last of the houses, they walked until they approached the edge of a grassy cliff.

The faint sound of water grew louder as they neared the edge. She tightened her grip on his hand.

I got you, he said, grasping her other arm from behind.

As she peered over the cliff, her heartbeat quickened. Blood drained from her face. She jerked back toward him. The dream.

You okay? He raised an eyebrow. You afraid of heights?

She thought about the dream she had on the plane. She had been pushing a wooden cradle from a tree. The cradle was attached to a thin branch from a long, white rope. Inside, a baby wailed. The crying grew louder and louder as she rocked it from an arm’s distance. She heard a faint creak in the branch. She looked up, scanning the tied rope. She stopped rocking the cradle and took a step closer. As she looked inside, she saw a beautiful baby boy, clothed in white satin. The satin outfit had three diamond buttons on the front. She reached inside the cradle. The branch snapped. The cradle fell. She reached out, but it was too late. Baby and cradle tumbled far down a steep, mossed cliff. This cliff.

No. Just a bit of deja vu again. She straightened her shoulders, planting both feet on the ground. She cleared her throat. I’m fine.

She drew in a deep breath and looked over the edge of the cliff again. Tiny droplets of mist surrounded her face. Her frown slowly turned into a smile. It’s beautiful, she said, observing the waterfall, which initiated from a lower rocky point and cascaded down into a natural bath. The water fell down into the pool like soft silk. After the water reached one pool, it flowed over a second row of rocks, and dripped into another body of water.

The serene sound lifted her ears and calmed her tense shoulders. She closed her eyes and let the aura of the island take her.

He moved toward her.

She felt his breaths on the back of her neck, as he pulled her in closer.

He grabbed her waist and turned her toward him. She lifted her head, as he planted a kiss on her lips. His lips were soft