Mitchell, p.1
Mitchell, page 1
Mitchell
On this dating app you are not allowed to share pictures or personal information!
A sexy BBW, online dating romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
It was a dare… and the dashing and carelessly handsome playboy Mitchell Robbins is up for it!
The 28-year-old heir to a vast investment company was to go on a dating app to seek out some poor desperate woman who could not get a date any other way and would form a relationship with her in pretense…
To say that he is spoiled rotten is an understatement!
Size 20, 5’7" African American beauty Amanda Duffus is busy…
Being the assistant to William Robbins is a full-time job and she has no time for dating!
But she finally succumbs to her brother's pleas to go the online dating way!
It’s a different app - one where the couples are not allowed to share pics or any personal information until they had gotten to know each other through text messages for two months…
It’s daring and scary at the same time!
But something happens during those two months she spends talking to a mysterious man, and the conversation they have makes them realize that something is there, and neither of them knowing that they have someone in common!
Will it work?
Or will their differences be too much to survive?
Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
Suitable for over 18s only due to shockingly hot sex scenes!
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Chapter 1
Mitchell felt the dull throbbing in his temples even before he opened his eyes. At first, he had no clue as to his whereabouts. His eyes drifted open slowly and his hands touched a warm naked body. Easing up carefully, he gazed at the tangled blonde head on the pillows to his right and turning his head, he realized that there was also a brunette fast asleep with one hand partially covering her face. And he had no idea who they were. The events of the night surfaced, and he recalled bits and pieces of it. There had been a party to celebrate his twenty-eight birthday and the wildness of it came rushing back in full force. There had also been excessive drinking, bottles of expensive liquors and finger food. They were on his yacht and was moored somewhere on the French Riviera. His head swam as he inched his way carefully off the bunk, trying hard not to wake the sleeping women, one of whom was snoring like a drunken sailor.
Searching through the pile of clothing, he dug up a pair of cargo shorts and top and dragged them on, the throbbing inside his head increasing. He carefully made his way up the stairwell and onto the upper deck to see his best friends, Bobby and Dale sprawled next to the pool, without a stitch of clothing on. It must have been some party, he thought wryly as he bent to scoop water into his hands to sprinkle over them.
"Hey!" Dale shot up instantly in protest, while Bobby was slow in arising. "What's the idea?"
"Get some clothes on." Mitchell found their shorts and pitched the clothes to them. Empty bottles were strewn everywhere, and pieces of food were still on tables. "We need to clean this up and head back home. What the hell happened here anyway? And who are those women in my bunk?"
Dale grinned at him as he drew his shorts over his skinny legs.
"You were out of the whole thing last night, but I did not realize how out of it you were. Nothing happened with them last night? They were your birthday presents from some of the guys who were at the party."
"I have no idea," Mitchell said grimly as he walked around taking up the empties. "My father is going to have a fit if this gets in the papers."
"Too late." Sandy-haired Bobby told him with a lopsided grin. "Reporters were crawling all over the place."
"Great," Mitchell grumbled. "I am not going to hear the end of it. Come on, let's get a move on."
*****
"I signed you up on a dating app." Jeremy Duffus said casually as he handed his sister the can of beer. It was a beautiful if humid Saturday in July and the holiday was behind them. It was also a weekend where both of them were not working and they were taking advantage of it. Jeremy was an ADA and Amanda a top executive who worked directly with William Robbins, CEO of the multi-billion investment company. Her job was a high pressured one and she was on call every single day, something she had agreed to when she signed her contract a year ago. Not that she minded one bit. The compensation was excellent and the benefits above anything she had ever experienced before. She was hardworking and very good at what she did. Working for Robbins Investment was a feather in her cap, and she did not mind the long hours and the challenges. In fact, she welcomed them. It did not however give her much time for social life. Not that she minded in the least.
"What?" She looked at her brother startled.
"I signed you up for a dating app…."
"I heard you the first time, but I was hoping you were kidding. I don't need help finding a date."
"You have not been on one in over a year."
"Two years and I am fine."
"You need someone." He pointed out mildly. He was five years her senior and took care of her when their mother died seven years ago. She had been a single parent who worked two jobs just to keep food on the table and they had both decided from when they were children to make something of their lives and they had done just that. Amanda had bought her house two years ago, something she had always wanted to do. She had seen how her mother struggled and had hated the rented flea-bitten apartment they had lived in with a passion. The house was her way of reassuring herself that she was no longer that girl. Her brother had moved out of his own house when he split from his wife. Tragedy had plagued them, and they had lost their son to Leukemia on his fifth birthday and even though that was three years ago, he was yet to recover.
He never shared what he was feeling with her, but she knew he suffered about it. Amanda made sure he was not alone for the weekends and whenever she was off, she would insist that he come over and stay the night.
"And you don't?"
"I had someone." He got up to rescue the burgers he had placed on the grill a few minutes ago. Amanda watched his tall, muscular frame as he stood there amid the smoke. Jeremy Duffus was thirty-two years old and a successful officer of the court, where she had watched him wield his brand of power in the courtroom. He was handsome, probably taking after a father who had disappeared when they were little. Amanda was more like their mother and carried her size twenty frame very well. She was 5'7" tall and was very comfortable in her own body. Her thick dark hair had never been processed and was scooped back into a loose ponytail, sodden and wet from her dip inside the sparkling blue water of the pool. He came towards her bearing the burgers and placed them on the table between their two chairs.
"You have been divorced for two years."
"I know how long it has been," he told her shortly as he picked up his burger. "I don't need reminders."
"You are the one who needs someone."
He cast her an amused look. "I have someone."
"Not that skinny lawyer you are banging. You deserve better."
"Banging?" His thick dark brows lifted. "Your street side is showing."
She shrugged. "Screwing then. What do you see in her? And not to mention she is white."
"So?" Jeremy leaned back against the chair and squinted at the sun. "We have an agreement."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we see others physically when there is a need."
"That sounds sad and lonely."
"We are fine with the arrangement," he turned his head to study her. "You on the other hand needs to find something outside of work."
"I love my work."
"That right there is very sad."
"You happen to love yours.” She pointed out as she nibbled on a corn cob.
"That I do. But you need this and that is why I signed you up." He held up a hand as she opened her mouth to protest. "You are twenty-seven years old honey and it is time."
"I am still young, and I am not going on a dating app
"A lot of people are doing it."
"Doesn’t make it right."
"It's for busy executives like you." A faint smile touched his lips. "It's a pretty casual app. You don't see the person or meet them for two months. You don't even talk to the person directly."
She stared at him with a frown. "Then how do you communicate?"
"By direct messaging. You go on, scroll the descriptions. You don't use your own given names and strike up a conversation. If you feel comfortable continuing, then you do so. No pressure. If you don't like where the conversation is going you can disconnect and be done with it. It is that simple."
"Nothing is that simple. How do you know if the person is not a serial killer or a rapist?"
"They are carefully vetted. The company knows the details of everyone who signs up, but the info is kept confidential."
"It sounds silly and childish."
"Exactly what you need. As I said, I have signed you up and I do not like to waste my money."
"You should have thought about that before you did it." She told him, her dark brown eyes flashing.
"I am only looking out for you as usual," he sent her a charming smile that she told herself she was not going to fall for. "I happen to love you, honey.
"You could not just get me a puppy or a kitten?"
"You hate both."
"I love jewelry and a sable coat would have done the job. I would also not have said no to boots."
"You have twenty pairs of them. You don't need more. What you need is to find yourself a man to keep you warm."
"It's already warm. Didn't you check the weather? It's ninety-two degrees in the shade."
"You are being literal."
"And you are being a pest and taking the big brother duties too far. I am not going to go on some app to find a man. It makes me look desperate."
"And we both know you don't have cause to be." Jeremy sighed as he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair hanging down her shoulder away. "Do it for me. If you don't like it, you can always discontinue."
She glared at him for a moment and he held her gaze steady, an implacable look on his handsome face. Amanda knew him well and knew that he was not going to let up.
"Okay fine. If I meet some gang member and I end up getting raped and murdered, it is on you."
"I will accept all the responsibility and honey? You need to stop watching those detective shows. It's taking over your imagination," he told her dryly.
*****
"Too much partying?" William Robbins stared at his son at the other end of the table and took in the slightly bloodshot eyes and the gaunt look on his handsome face. Mitchell Robbins had gotten more than his fair share of good looks. His sable brown hair was too long and curled around a face that could have been carved by an expert. His astonishing good looks had been inherited from his mother who had been an acclaimed actress who had been struck down tragically by an inoperable brain tumor three years ago, leaving both men in her life still reeling from her death. Mitchell had taken it very hard because he had been so close to her. His outlandish behavior had increased with her death and no amount of talking to him, by his father could convince him to step up and start behaving like the heir to a vast fortune. It did not help that he had been ridiculously spoiled his entire life mostly by his mother and indulged by his father. He was smarter than most and had gained degrees in finance and marketing and spoke five languages fluently.
"You could say that." Mitchell stayed away from the excellent wine and reached for the glass of water. He had arrived back yesterday afternoon and had gone straight to bed to try to sleep off the terrible hangover, but it had only worked to a point. He still felt as if someone was driving nails into his brain and he had promised to have his friends over right after dinner to hang out at the pool.
"You don't think it is time?" William cut into his lamb chop as he eyed his only child.
"We have had this discussion several times already Dad and my answer is the same. I will come into the office when I reach the age of thirty and not any sooner."
"I could always cut off your allowance."
Mitchell grinned at him. "And we both know that will never work. I happen to have my own money."
"Your mother…."
"Don't!" He winced as the sound of his own voice sent the pain throbbing through his brain. "Don't talk about her."
"We have to one day."
"It's too soon," Mitchell whispered, feeling the familiar grief bearing down on him. He had been inconsolable when she had been taken to the hospital and maddened when he learned that she had died. He had blamed everyone, from the excellent team of doctors to the man seated across from him and had buried his terrible grief by partying as hard as he could. He had looks and wealth, so nothing was impossible for him. His parties were legendary, and people fought to be invited. There was always enough booze and recreational drugs provided and he made sure to deliver. No one knew that whenever he was alone in his sumptuous suite that he would sit on the edge of his bed and think about her and how beautiful she had been. He tried his best to minimize being alone and made sure his calendar was full.
Pushing back his chair, he got up."
"You are not finished," his father pointed out.
"I am no longer hungry. The guys and I are going to hang out at the pool. We will try to keep the noise level down."
His father watched as his impressively tall 6'4" frame strode out of the room, a bleak expression on his lined attractive face.
*****
"It's a dating app," Dale murmured as he sipped his beer.
"For desperate people. I am not one."
"We know you are not Mitch," Bobby piped up as he dragged himself out of the water. "It's just a dare - something to give one or more of those lonely women some sort of hope."
"I am not interested," Mitchell told him briefly as he closed his eyes against the sunlight.
"It's a fairly new app." Dale persisted. "You have a conversation with a woman for two months and you don't reveal names or anything that would tell the person who you really are. You communicate by DM and that's it. If during those two months, you decide that you want to take it further, you set up a meet."
Mitchell's eyes popped open and a slight look of interest was seen on his handsome face. His hazel eyes studied his friends for a moment. "It sounds intriguing."
"It is all the rave now."
"Have you tried it?" He asked Dale.
"Not yet. We thought you would be the first to try and fill us in on the results."
"Why me?" Mitchell demanded.
"You are popular and confident and know how to talk to the ladies," Bobby told him with a grin. "And we noticed that you are bored."
"I am not bored," Mitchell said unconvincingly.
"You are Mitch. This just something to do - something new. And we signed you up?"
Mitchell's eyes glowered. "Is that so?"
Bobby shrugged a little restlessly, looking for signs that his friend was upset. It was no secret that Mitchell had everything and was the most popular, the wealthiest and the most handsome of the three men. They had been friends since high school and had gone to the same college and university, but Mitchell had always been at the top of his class. The two men were just hangers-on who basked in the shadows of their friend's popularity and enjoyed every minute of it.
"We figured you could have some fun," Bobby said hastily.
Mitchell stared at him thoughtfully. "I can discontinue at any time?"
Dale nodded eagerly. "Any time you want."
"I am in."
*****
"I am picking the movie tonight," Amanda said firmly as she grabbed at the remote.
"I am not going to sit here and suffer through your sappy romances," Jeremy told her firmly.
"I don't do sappy movies."
Her brother eyed her wryly.
"At least, not all of them."
"Most of them." He took the remote from her. "We are watching a Western."
"Not John Wayne again." She said with a groan as he searched.
"He is a classic and a very good actor. No one comes close."
"If I have to sit through another one, I am getting boozed."
"Wine."
"You are such an elitist." Amanda teased as she scrambled to her feet.
