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A Rich Man's Baby

Tanisha Butler doesn’t want to spend the rest of her thirties as a divorced mother, just like Adrienne Sheppard is sick of wasting her twenties without a man in sight. No, these ladies want money and security and they want it now. So they come up with the perfect plan: have a rich man’s baby and walk away with a fat chunk of his cash for child support. They won’t have to work or play wifey, and they’ll get to enjoy life while they’re still young.

Before long, Adrienne scores big by making a Seattle Seahawk a father. Tanisha snags a pro basketball player in Europe. Their plan is working until Adrienne’s NFL star finds out about all the other rich athletes in her past. And Tanisha’s man comes back to the U.S. only to discover that his ex, Dionne, suddenly wants him back. Now Dionne is dead-set on getting rid of Tanisha, while Tanisha is determined to hang on to her baby’s rich daddy. All three are about to find out that getting exactly what you want can be a very dangerous game...




Teaser from A RIch Man's Baby By Daaimah S. Poole

ADRIENNE

"Thanks to Kanye's workout plan. I'm the envy of all my friends. See, I pulled me a baller man. And I don't gotta work at the mall again." I changed the words to " I don't have to work at the hospital again." Kanye's The New Work Out Plan" was playing loudly in my iPod. He probably thought when he was making the song he was playing women, but he was inspiring me. I did an hour on the elliptical machine and burned eight hundred calories.

Derrick Johnson, New Jersey Net forward, current salary $453,000 was about to become the father of my unborn child and he didn't even know it yet. He wasn't rich, but he will do. I bought a fertility monitor and ovulation kit. I took a bunch of natural fertility supplements. I bought from this herbal store. I was drinking red clover tea and raspberry leaf. I didn't know how much it would increase my chances to conceive, but it had to something. I was ready to go to a real fertility clinic, but I wasn't really trying to have three or five babies at once. One would suffice.


I wore black straight-leg jeans and a sleeveless turquoise button up with six gold buttons. I only buttoned half of them. My Victoria's Secret Miracle Bra made me look like I was blessed with double-D's. Nina Ricci scent covered my body. My makeup was done up, and my feet were dressed with black pumps.

He called me three times in a row as I drove up the turnpike, trying to make sure I was on my way. Damn, Boo. I'm coming, I thought.

Trees border the empty, long road. It scared me because you couldn't make a left or right, you had to keep going straight. I called him to make sure I was going the right way. He told me to keep coming up the hill, and call him when I got to the gate. I pulled into his development. The man came out of the little house and said, "Who are you visiting?"
"Derrick Johnson."
He smiled a little and said, "Okay, have a good afternoon,." as he opened the gate, and I followed the path back to his condo. He told me I had to drive past three speeds bumps. When I came to the third one I saw his truck, that had to be his. It had 17Nets on the license plate. It had big shiny chrome twenty-four-inch rims and was shining. I wanted a new car. My Toyota Camry was not getting it anymore. His truck dwarfed my car in style and size. I saw him standing from his front door. He gave me a hug and I smelled his Unforgivable cologne.
"So this is where you live?" I asked as I walked in his condo.
"Yeah when I'm here," he said.

I sat on the sofa and he poured us something to drink. He kept giving me compliments. I stuck my tongue out a few times as I said, "Thank you." We both had shots of vodka. He had five, I had three. We were playing a little warm-up game before the main event. There was a lot of touching and bumping into each other as we threw darts into his boards.
"You sexy as hell. You do things that my girl won't do. When you told me that, my dick got instantly hard. You know that?" he said as he licked his lips.
"Yup."
"Let me see."
"All right."
He went back into his bedroom and grabbed a condom.
"Nice view," I said as I walked out of my jeans and just stood there with a black lace thong and brassiere in front of his window.
"You not even playing fair right now," he said as I stared out the window at the river. There were boats docked and moving slightly.
"Damn, your body tight as hell," he said as he came up behind me and just pressed his mouth against my neck. I took his hands and slid them in between my legs. He began tickling my insides with the tip of his fingers. He was going back and forth fast like a deejay cutting a record. I kicked my pumps off and removed my bra and panties. My body was warm and ready for him to enter. When he pulled out his condoms I stuck his fingers in my warmness and whispered, "Don't you want to feel that?"
"I do but my girl going to kill me."
"Your girl, is she here?" I asked with authority.
"No," he said as he threw the condom down and entered me.