Page 60 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

“They’ll chalk it up to newlywed antics.” I knew my wife was far too proper to do something so brazen. Her innocence was one reason I loved her.

I estimated we had to endure at least four more hours of the party before we could go home and make love.

Kandace and I made it through dinner and cake cutting relatively unscathed. There was no drama until my wife broke the ice with Celeste. She spied her mother crossing the dance floor and walked over to take her hand. She twirled her mother around playfully.

“Well, hello there, nephew. Wow. I have a nephew.” Marie-Therese stood next to me and nodded toward Kandace and Celeste on the dance floor. “Don’t worry about those two. My sister is stubborn and scared. It may not seem like it, but she loves you, and her daughter is the air she breathes. Eventually, she’ll accept your marriage. She requires lots of coddling and ass kissing. She’ll come around. I promise.” She looked around the room and her eyes settled on a guy I did not recognize.

“Excuse me, nephew. I think I just spied my next baby’s father.” With those parting words, she made her way over to the tall stranger.

I watched my wife and her mother dance together. Each woman smiled and laughed genuinely. I was happy to see that they were getting along. I flagged down a waiter for a refill of a glass of water.

My excitement at the possibility of a quick resolution waned when Kandace returned to the table with a cool expression.

“Did you talk to Celeste?” I asked.

“I did.”

“And?”

“She called the reception bourgie and boring. ?She complained that we didn’t have a money dance or a cake pull. I walked away. I’m done.”

“Sweets. Don’t say that. You can’t abandon your mother. You need each other. This will pass.”

“Will it? When? Because right now I’m tired of her and her shit.” She glanced around the banquet room filled with our family and friends and plastered a smile on her face.

Thankfully, we made it through the rest of the evening with no further incidents.

After we arrived home, Kandace washed up and slipped into the nightshirt of my cotton pajamas. I was wearing the bottoms with a white t-shirt. She’d been gorgeous at the reception, but she was even more lovely with a makeup-free face and her hair down. Red splotches marred her pretty face.

“Aww. Come here, Sweets.” She walked to the bed and fell into my arms. I let out a long sigh. “Why can’t life be easy?” I stroked her hair and held her until she fell asleep in my arms.

My racing thoughts kept me awake. I hadn’t a wink of sleep, my mind filled with things to do lists and upcoming goals. I looked at the clock on Kandace’s nightstand to see it was eight thirty. Kandace was still asleep, and I gazed at the ceiling and thought about the next stage of my life.

The soft launch of the lofts went very well, the larger spaces sold quickly. Five lofts were now under contract with seven more to sell.

Now that the building was ready for buyers, I had shifted my mind to a new project. Two weeks ago, I’d happened upon a foreclosure sign hung on a rusty wrought-iron gate in front of an Italianate house. My real estate agent, Rachel, had frowned as we strapped respirators over our mouths and noses and entered the crumbling Victorian. The home was best described as a haunted mansion. There were decades of neglect and there wasn’t a single surface that didn’t require repair. Massive holes dotted the roof and floorboards, and there were piles of crumbling plaster on the floors that remained.

The house wouldn’t go through a gut remodel. It would be a historic preservation for our forever home. I saw the potential in the property, and I almost purchased it on the spot. Then I remembered that I was a married man. I reached Kandace using FaceTime and did a video tour of the house. I eagerly explained my vision for updated kitchens, bathrooms, custom doors, and the spare bedrooms. She looked weary, and I could tell she didn’t share my vision. But I asked her to trust me.

As I lay in our bed, I ticked off the massive list of things to do for both properties and felt a little overwhelmed. All of those things were a distant second and third from the biggest project I had, and that was making my wife happy. There was a risk that this fight, or whatever you wanted to call it, with her mother would ruin their relationship permanently. As the saying goes, ‘happy wife, happy life,’ I had to do whatever it took to get them back on speaking terms.

I smiled to myself and looked over at my better half. She stirred in her sleep and looked up at me, smiling dreamily.

“Good morning. Breakfast? Pancakes?” she asked, stretching.

“Sounds good.”

Her eyes filled with fire and mischief, and I knew what was coming next.

“How about you feed me and then I’ll feed you?”

The intent was clear. Her eyes roamed over my chest and down my stomach until they landed on the tent in my pajama bottoms. Her fingers tiptoed to the waistband of my pajama bottoms and tugged at the fabric. I lifted my hips and pushed the pants down my thighs. My dick bobbed as she unbuttoned and shrugged off her pajama top with a playful smile. I reached out and traced my fingers over a hardened nipple.

“If you’re hungry, you’re more than welcome to eat,” I growled.

“I hoped you’d say that.”

She flushed with pleasure and let her hand glide over my engorged cock before leaning down to take me in her mouth. My fingers moved into her hair as she expertly licked the pearl of pre-cum collecting at the tip of the crown. Then she flattened her tongue and crashed down, almost swallowing me whole. Adjusting the angle of her head to avoid hitting the back of her throat, she eagerly took all of me.

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