The Billionaire's Prescription: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance by Imani King Page A

get your things so we can hurry up and get back to your place,” he growled. “I can’t wait to show you there’s no ‘firsts’ when it comes to something like this.”
    “We’ll see,” she said as a shiver of anticipation ran through her. She couldn’t wait until they got back to her apartment and spent the rest of the day making love and putting the events of this afternoon behind them. And from Chris’ burning looks and the telling bulge in his pants, Naomi knew Lily’s insults and accusations would soon be nothing but a faint memory.

Chapter Seven
     
    I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.
    The words from earlier that afternoon echoed through Naomi’s thoughts as if on a pre-recorded loop. It still hadn’t quite sunk in that she was Mrs. Matthew Christopher Bohain, Junior. Maybe it never would. She imagined she could ninety years old, sitting hand in hand with Chris at a rest home, and continue to wonder in amazement, This man is really my husband now .
    However, the twenty carat, princess cut diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand provided her visual proof that yes, she and Chris were husband and wife. With only their families and a small group of friends in attendance, she and Chris had gotten married in a private ceremony on his parents’ estate in Greenwich, Connecticut.
    At first, Naomi had balked at the location. She didn’t want to impose on his parents, especially since Chris brought up the idea just after they’d finished the dinner where Naomi met them for the first time. “How are you going to introduce me to your parents and then ask them less than an hour later if we can get married at their house?”
    “Like this.” Chris waited until his parents entered the study where they would have after-dinner drinks and said, “Hey, Naomi and I want to get married at the Greenwich house. Preferably somewhere near the water and away from the stink of the horse stables. That okay with the two of you?”
    While Naomi wanted to melt into the floor from embarrassment, neither one of his parents seemed fazed by the question. In fact, Chris’ mother rushed over to Naomi and gave her a warm hug. “This is wonderful! Greenwich is perfect for a wedding. I hope you’ll allow me to make a suggestion or two. Cohan’s Flowers on Arch Street does lovely work with arrangements. I know he’d do a fantastic job for your wedding, as would Sonja Hewitt’s catering service . . .”
    Most brides-to-be might have resented the intrusion of their future mother-in-law into the details of their wedding planning. However, Naomi welcomed Elizabeth’s advice, even to the point of letting her take over planning the ceremony in its entirety. She’d never been one of those women who’d grown up fantasizing about what kind of dress and wedding she’d have. All she wanted to do was marry Chris with the minimum amount of fuss possible. Elizabeth’s taking control allowed Naomi to do just that.
    Not having to focus on wedding details allowed Naomi to concentrate on wrapping things up at Philadelphia County Memorial. Lily had followed through on her threat and spread nasty rumors throughout the hospital about how Naomi slept with Chris to secure the ten million dollar donation for the ER. But the revenge came back to bite her in the ass when Lily eventually got fired from the research center for insubordination. However, the rumors took its toll on Naomi’s career, especially once word spread that she and Chris were indeed a couple.
    Even though Staci, the head of the ER, and a few PCM board members assured Naomi they gave absolutely no credence to Lily’s accusations, Naomi knew her relationship with Chris would affect how they viewed her work. She realized any future promotions she might receive might be viewed with cynicism by some, thinking she’d gotten it not on merit but because of Chris’ power and wealth. And more than one PCM senior executive had hinted they expected