Hershey's Kiss: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel by Raven Ferrari Page B

voices in the room, and they became more focused. It was clear that Jeanette was having sex with a Spanish-speaking man. She heard a string of dirty words like, “Caliente!” (Sexy!), “Perra!” (Bitch!), and “ Come mi chorizo! ” (Eat my cock!).“  If it hadn’t been fully obvious what Hershey had walked into yet, alarm bells were sounding now. Hershey had already pegged Jeanette as the cheating type. To her, she seemed like a career golddigger. She’d obviously weaseled her way into Brandon’s life when they were still young. Perhaps she was his high school sweetheart. Maybe she was the college girlfriend. Either way, Brandon wasn’t yet man enough to see that he’d fallen into a black widow’s nest.
     
    Hershey felt sorry for Brandon because she knew he could do far better. Not only was Jeanette a manipulative cheater, it almost seemed like she had her gigolo on speed dial. Not five minutes after Hershey had left for her “doctor’s appointment”, this Spanish dude was already balls-deep inside of Brandon’s wife. What kind of woman was so brazen and heartless? How could she do this to her husband? Hershey realized that although Brandon had come onto her, he wasn’t the cheating type. He didn’t deserve this. He was a genuinely good guy.
     
    Hershey pressed her head to the floor to try to get a view of Jeanette’s treachery. As she peered through the little slit between the door and the floor, she could see an olive-skinned man with long black hair and a goatee. His pubic hair was completely shaven, and he wore a condom. On the armchair close to the bed was a groundskeeper’s overalls. What’s with this woman and groundskeepers? Hershey thought. She closed one eye and tried to focus the other so she could read the name on the overall.
     
    It said ‘Julio’. Hershey wondered if this man was a thirsty gardener who happened to seduce the lady of the house, or if he was a paid henchman. Was Julio a gigolo pretending to be the gardener? Hershey scoped the contents of the bedside table. There were bottles of water, lube, a few vibrators, and a buttplug. Something tells me that Mexican gardeners don’t pack buttplugs in their work bags. Hershey thought.
     
    The Spanish-speaking man with the goatee pulled his cock out, snapped his condom off, and jacked his cock in preparation for his final cumshot. Hershey suddenly had a bright idea. She pulled out her phone to get a picture. Julio ejaculated at exactly the same time that Hershey took a snapshot. She had a perfect shot of him with his hand on his cock, and Jeanette with semen on her face. This might come in handy someday. Hershey thought. Then she tiptoed away as quickly as possible. Sure it was a little devious, but Hershey had a feeling she would need something to protect herself.
     
    * * *
     
    Brandon’s chauffeur had pulled up to the main entrance of boulder manor. Brandon stepped out of the vehicle and approached the front door. As usual, the Porter was there to greet him and let him in. Jason had seen all of this happening from his bedroom window, and now he was excited to see his daddy after a long day without it.
     
    “Daddy! My daddy!”
     
    Jason ran from the windowsill to his bedroom door, to the hallway, to the staircase, and finally, to his father.
     
    “How’s my boy today?” Brandon asked while  picking his excited son of with one arm and letting him since there like it was a tree branch.
     
    “I learned the potty today, Daddy! And I know my ABCs!” Jason didn’t ask his father if he wanted to hear the alphabet song, he simply started singing the whole thing… “ABC DEF G…”
     
    “He’s already got the potty and ABCs down. At this rate, he’ll be able to take over your company by his early teens” said Hershey jovially. She approached father and son with a warm smile on her face.
     
    “Hershey, this is just incredible. You are so good with him!  You’ve already far surpassed my wildest expectations.