Marrying the Millionaire by Sabrina Sims McAfee

Author:Sabrina Sims McAfee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, contemporary romance, african american romance, romance adult contemporary, romance africanamerican contemporary, multicultural contemporary romance, romance alpha male, romance and millionaire

KAYLA’S BUTT BOUNCED UP AND down on the saddle as Mystic cantered through the woods behind the equestrian. Holding on tight to Richmond, her hair tussled in the wind. Her nipples hardened against his back in response to the feel of hugging his large, manly physique. Having learned so much about the history of his horses, she had an even greater respect for what he did at the Equestrian. Her hope was that one day she’d get to see one born right before her eyes. Now that would be great.

“Where are we going?” she wondered as Mystic cantered through the woods.

“You’ll see in a second!” Richmond shouted over his shoulder.

Darting through the thick forest, Mystic galloped along a dirt trail, her hooves grinding in the dirt. Desiring to reach down between Richmond legs and grip his shaft, a disturbing thought suddenly rushed inside Kayla’s head at a rapid rate, making her remember something she so wanted to forget. Trying to enjoy one of the best times of her life with Richmond, she couldn’t help but wonder if her grandfather had killed Richmond’s wife, Salina.

Dear Lord, please don’t let that be the case. If her grandfather killed Salina, the mother of precious Isabelle, she’d never be able to forgive Leroy Van Buren for such a hideous crime. And Richmond, well, he’d probably hate her just because she was related to him. Why’d she have to find that darn hidden safe? Why? Why’d she have to find the syringe and the picture of Salina? And why did Jason tell her to keep her mouth shut about it?

Oak trees, leaves, and grass permeated the surrounding air as Mystic continued on her destination.

Riding Mystic’s back, her eyes darted around the forest in frustration. Her grandfather, Leroy Van Buren, was not a murderer. He didn’t have a vicious bone in his body. But then again, the night he’d called her, right before he’d died in that horrible car crash, he’d said he had something important to tell her. Could it be possible that he wanted to tell her he’d made a house visit to Richmond’s house and had murdered his wife? Lord have mercy, please say it wasn’t so. Disappointment pushed at her insides as she wrestled with the unfathomable idea.

“We’re here.” Richmond yanked on Mystic’s reign, bringing her to a slow stop in front of a small, quaint house off the ocean. He climbed down off the horse first, extended his arms to her, then eased her from the horse to stand on the ground. Tying Mystic’s reign to the tree while gazing at the beach home, solitude filled Richmond’s eyes. “Welcome to my other home. This is where I come to get away from things. To relax and think.”

She surveyed the nice oceanfront home surrounded by dense forestry. “It’s beautiful, Richmond. I like it.”

“Let me show you the inside.”

Falling in step beside him as he made his way toward the white, one story home, salty scents rolled off the waves of the white sandy beach glistening behind the small house and sailed inside her nostrils.

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