Her Billion Dollar Man

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Blurb:

A billionaire, black romance book. Part 1 in the Debra and Derek series. To say Debra came from a broken home was an understatement. Her father was never around. Which was better than living with her mother, well at least until she overdosed and left Debra bouncing around group homes.

For Derek Mitchell however, things were going well. With a brand name that stood out in the music industry, he had built his way to billions.

Despite their drastically different upbringings, when Derek meets Debra, he knows she’s something special. But will the man who’s used to getting his own way get the girl too? Read on to find out in this best seller by Rochelle Williams.

Chapter 1

“How about trying this shade Mrs. Coley? I think it matches your complexion better.” Debra handed the shade of lipstick to the elderly woman who was sitting in front of the small mirror trying to decide what line of make-up to buy. She had told Debra that she had tried so many and none worked so far, all they accomplished was making her look like a big white elephant. “And that shade of foundation is perfect for your skin tone.” She added.

“Oh my dear I am so grateful for your help,” the woman said with a warm smile. She was a long time customer of the department store where Debra was an employee and had gravitated towards the girl because of her helpful and charming manner and she secretly wished that she could look half as good as the beautiful girl with her smooth cocoa brown skin and flawless make-up.

Today her black hair, cut short at the back and the sides and longer at the front, was shiny and perfectly combed, the style highlighting her high cheekbones and the deep fuchsia lipstick outlining her full lips. “I will take the entire package.”

“I will have it rung up for you. In the meantime there is a new line of perfume that just came in last week. Let me show you.” Debra said to her with a wide smile showing perfect white teeth.

*****

“How do you do it?” Ana, the girl who worked alongside her and also her best friend asked her much later as a very satisfied Mrs. Coley left the store armed with her packages and a cheerful smile on her lined face.

“You have to treat each and everyone as if they were the most beautiful person in the world and in their own way they are,” Debra told her seriously as she put away the make-up she had been using to demonstrate to the woman.

It was summer and the large department store was teeming with children and parents. There were a group of teenagers grouped around the swimwear section and she waved to a couple of them she knew from the center she volunteered at when she was not working.

“That woman looks like an old cow and you manage to make her feel as if she was qualified to enter a beauty contest.” Ana said with an incredulous smile on her full lips. She was tall and thin and had shaved off her hair so that it lay flat on her scalp in tiny curls. She had deep chocolate brown skin and large dark brown eyes and was fiercely protective of Debra, claiming that she was much too gullible and friendly. “You are a peach and I guess it helps that you are the finest looking woman I know, except me of course.” She added with a grin.

“Of course.” Debra straightened up as she saw the supervisor coming their way.

“Ladies,” the fifty something tight faced woman said to them with a stiff nod.

Ana had told Debra that she was the way she was because she had not gotten laid in maybe forever and she was a dried up old prune. “Not even you can work a miracle on her,” Ana had told her dryly. 

“I see that Mrs. Coley is yet again satisfied with the service. Keep it up.” Her watery blue eyes looked around the counters as if expecting to find something to complain about.

“That’s what we are here for Ms. Shields,” Debra said in a polite tone. She had never been able to take to the woman because she considered her a mean bully who preyed on the people under her.

“Is there anything else we can help you with?” Ana asked her, raising thin well shaped brows. The woman had tried to find ways to get rid of the insolent girl who barely tolerated her but she had not been able to because Ana happened to be sleeping with one of the managers.

She stared at the girl for a moment but Ana returned the stare levelly until the woman looked away. “Keep up the good work,” she said grudgingly before walking away.

“One day you are going to go too far,” Debra warned her.

“You worry too much,” Ana said with a tinkling laugh as she looped her hand through her friend’s arm. “Let’s go and rescue Eileen, the poor girl look as if she is about to pass out from all the activity around her.”

*****

Derek stared at the words in front of him on the paper broodingly, his brow etched on his forehead. He had been trying to write his latest song for the past hour but he was not getting anywhere. The passion had gone out of it and he was afraid it was not coming back.

His latest hit had been soaring off the charts and was doing very well internationally plus the two songs he had written for female artists Chrome and Lila were number one and two on the charts. His career had risen phenomenally in the past three years and his acumen as a writer and singer had surpassed even his expectations. He had been excited at first because he had managed to take them out of the poor area where they had grown up and put them in a neighborhood that in the past, he had only seen on television. He was one of ‘them’ now as his teenage brother Tyler had told him with a grin. His only consolation was that he had managed to show his parents a good life before they had died in a car crash a year ago leaving both boys orphans and him to take up the mantle as parent for a boy who did not appreciate the life he gave him.

Tyler Mitchell was constantly being hauled in for insubordination in the fancy private school Derek had enrolled him in and it was only because he had donated a substantial amount of money to the school that made him able to stay there. He had gotten frustrated and had forced him to join a center for recalcitrant boys. “It’s either this or military school,” he had warned his brother grimly.