The Billionaire's Wife 2 & 3 Boxed Set (BWWM Interracial Romance)

By Viola Black

​Book 2 Description

This was by far the biggest house she had ever been in. The walls were porcelain, the floors looked of gold. Dancing and socializing on those floors were people who looked so rich and fancy, Dawnika had to resist the urge to ask for a tip. Yes, a freaking tip.

No thanks to Isaiah, she was forced to waitress again, only this time, there were hundreds of people. Thankfully none of them were getting drunk, and none were trying to grab her ass. Her uniform wasn’t like the one from the night before, but in fact was a blue and silver, short gown that fell just below her knees. As much as Dawnika hated dresses, she couldn’t help but fall in love with it.

When she first put it on, Dawnika spun around like a silly little girl, until she almost got motion sickness. At that point, she finally settled herself in a pair of red-bottom heels, and began prancing around as best as she could. Her outfit was matching with Olivia and her adorable little daughter. Compared to the cheeky, toothless, little girl who was passing out sugar cookies and homemade caramel, they were odd balls walking around in stilts.

Book 3 Description

She couldn’t believe it happened. She couldn’t believe she allowed it to happen. She couldn’t believe she let that single word say to him. Just one word had begun the permanent change to her life. This was nauseating.

Dawnika tried her best to stay calm in meetings like this, they were important to his company after all, and she needed to learn the trade of the business. She stared on at the board of directors, remember each of their faces for something different at Isaiah’s alcohol party. Dawnika cringed at the sight of the one who continuously grabbed her ass.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Viola Black
• Release date: Jun 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533766854

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The Billionaire's Wife

2-3

Viola Black

Copyright © 2016 by Viola Black. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

2

Chapter 1: Three Nights at His Majesty’s Castle

Chapter 2: Room 105

Chapter 3: Flat Line

Chapter 4: Carol of the Bells

Chapter 5: Silk Sheets at Dawn

Chapter 6: Santa Baby

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Chapter 1: Thirteen White Roses

Chapter 2: Champagne, Strawberries, and a Few Shots of Tequila

Chapter 3: Kissop

Chapter 4: Two Little Birds at the Window

Chapter 5: Bullets that Ricochet

Chapter 6: Just a Cup of Coffee

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Night Fever

Chapter 1: Three Nights at His Majesty’s Castle

This was by far the biggest house she had ever been in. The walls were porcelain, the floors looked of gold. Dancing and socializing on those floors were people who looked so rich and fancy, Dawnika had to resist the urge to ask for a tip. Yes, a freaking tip.

No thanks to Isaiah, she was forced to waitress again, only this time, there were hundreds of people. Thankfully none of them were getting drunk, and none were trying to grab her ass. Her uniform wasn’t like the one from the night before, but in fact was a blue and silver, short gown that fell just below her knees. As much as Dawnika hated dresses, she couldn’t help but fall in love with it.

When she first put it on, Dawnika spun around like a silly little girl, until she almost got motion sickness. At that point, she finally settled herself in a pair of red-bottom heels, and began prancing around as best as she could. Her outfit was matching with Olivia and her adorable little daughter. Compared to the cheeky, toothless, little girl who was passing out sugar cookies and homemade caramel, they were odd balls walking around in stilts.

Dawnika smiled at the little girl as yet another couple took some caramel. When they asked who made them, the little girl replied with a cute smile, Me, my auntie Dawn, and mommy. It was a well-rehearsed phrase.

Olivia and Dawnika had discussed the possibility of opening up a sweets bakery. They both had a way with desserts, and her adorable little daughter was clearly good for business. If they could manage to make enough money off of Isaiah then they could buy a building somewhere in Massachusetts.  If only.

A woman snapped in her face. Excuse me miss, but my champagne is warm. She had a nasty, deep frown on her face. Can I speak to your boss or something? Who’s in charge of you?

Dawnika frowned. Only yesterday she beat the shit out of a dancer, and she wasn’t afraid to beat the shit out of a snobby rich girl. I am.

No, I mean, who made the food? Her frown deepened even more, her eyes narrowing to two thin slits.

Dawnika cocked her head to the side. I did. If you have a problem with the bubbly then you can put it up with me. Her head rose, inclining whatever status that she had.

Never mind, you’re not worth my time. Pathetic working class, she snarled. Her head shook, her white tresses falling from such a delicately put chignon. Where’s Isaiah. He won’t stand for your rude behavior. KANE! The woman yelled over the growing waltz music. KANE! She yelled, this time even louder.

Look lady, if you have a problem with the service, you can just tell me. He doesn’t want to be bothered tonight. Besides, this night isn’t about you, miss. It’s about the children, and last I checked, Dawnika paused, looking the woman up and down. You aren’t a child, although you might be acting like one. She frowned at the woman, turning around. So stop complaining and enjoy the atmosphere. She walked away, prep in every stride.

Ever since she got fired from Quote Inc., Dawnika had much more fiery personality than she expected herself to have. She was enjoying this. Enjoying her ability to tell people to go and fuck themselves. Enjoying her ability to not give two shits about what people say about her and get along with her day without suffering the consequences. It was heavenly.

Dawnika, an irritated male voice said. Heradare.

She stopped, momentarily searching the crowd for someone. Anyone other than Heradare to talk to. Dawnika didn’t want that sick pervert to see her dressed the way she was. He would probably get off on it.

Dawnika Pritcher, I want a drink, he said gruffly. She could feel his beady eyes trailing up and down her body, making her skin crawl. He grabbed her free hand. Give me a drink.

She turned to look at him. Let go of me, Dawnika mumbled, struggling to retrieve her hand. He released her hand, and she fell backwards, the drinks on her serving platter spilling all over her dress. It was a shame, she really liked that dress. This was a turn in her mood. What did you do?

That’s what you get. Turning to my boss for help! The music stopped, and his voice could be heard over a clear mile. Everyone stared at them. And this is what you get for embarrassing me in front of your co-workers. He poured the wine left over in his half full glass onto her head.

Dawnika wanted to scream, but she somehow kept her cool. She was trembling beneath her dress, the liquids themselves were cold, setting an ice cold chill to run through her body. Instead of screaming, she did the opposite. She cried. Actually cried. Through her hard effort of keeping it together, she finally let it all out. I hope you rot in hell! She yelled through tears.

No matter how hard Dawnika tried, she couldn’t stand up on her own. She was clumsy in heels, and it was made even worse by the spilled mixture of wine and champagne. More tears started falling even harder at her embarrassment.

Dawnika! A gentle voice called out to her. A pair of warm hands swept her up off the floor, tucking her against a firm, wide chest. Making her feel safer than ever before. Are you okay? That voice asked. A finger tucked below her chin, forcing her to look up. Isaiah.

She struggled against him, trying to break free of his grip. I’m fine. I just need to clean myself up. Dawnika wiped away her tears, stiffening against him.

That’s a lie. You know that’s a lie, he scorned her. His eyes narrowed, those fathomless pits of emotion sparking with such intensity. A chill rushed down