Her Bundles Of Joy

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Blurb:

A twins pregnancy, interracial, billionaire romance novel. Nicole, a talented backup dancer, finds herself faced with an opportunity of a lifetime. She’s asked to perform in a commercial for a renowned pop singer…

But even better, her gig leads her to a fateful encounter with billionaire CEO Evan! Their connection is electric, culminating in a New Years celebration at Evan’s lavish house. But the glamour fades abruptly when Nicole becomes pregnant with twins soon after!

Will Evan manage to overcome his mistrust and embrace the future they could have together? Or will his doubts doom their relationship and his chance to become a father? Get answers in this twins pregnancy romance book by Hannah James.

Chapter 1

Lord, it was going to be a good day.

Not even the annoying sounds of car horns outside her apartment building could ruin Nicole’s cheerful mood as she woke up that beautiful September morning. She’d already become accustomed to the high-pitched noises of the cars and the train wheels squealing against the rails all day and night. The combination of the sounds, the smell of frying burgers coming from the upstairs apartment—where her neighbor had opened a small burger joint—, the distant voice of a woman shouting in Spanish somewhere in the streets. It all made Nicole feel like a true New Yorker. And she loved everything about this city because New York was more of a home than Cleveland had ever been.

Stretching her slender body, Nicole finally opened her hazel eyes.

Usually, whenever she forgot the curtains wide open, Nicole would be bothered by the morning sun. Today, however, she felt relaxed. Too relaxed, if she was being honest. Why was this morning different from the others? Nicole suspiciously checked her bedside clock.

Crap, he thought.

The bright red letters read 8 AM. So that explained why she felt strangely rested this morning. Nicole was late for work.

Jumping out of her single bed, she tripped over a pair of pink-and-white runners she’d left scattered on the floor the night before. Nicole cursed out loud and rushed to the tiny living room/kitchen combo to get her coffee maker started. The old machine took ages to heat the water, so every morning Nicole had to turn it on before heading to the bathroom and when she came out, only then the machine would have her warm coffee ready. She couldn’t afford to buy a new one at the moment, though. Lately, things had been kind of rough in the money department and she couldn’t do much about it. Nicole was already teaching as many classes as possible, and her boss had denied her request to teach some more. She wouldn’t be able to keep up the quality of her lessons if she took on any more, he said. Nicole disagreed with that but respected his decision. Terrence was the boss, anyways.

After a quick shower, she practically ran back to the bedroom, careful not to slip on the floor, and threw on the first clean outfit she could get her hands on. A loose white t-shirt with a random motivational phrase stamped on its front and dark blue sweatpants. Nicole put on the pair of shoes that had almost dragged her to the floor when she woke up. Pulling her afro in a tight bun, she skipped back to the kitchen. The young woman poured herself some coffee, grabbed a cereal bar, and rushed out of the apartment.

Nicole had already missed her 8 AM class; she couldn’t risk missing the 9 AM class too. She hopped on her gray bike, put on her helmet and started her journey to Brownsville. At times like these, the young teacher was very thankful for finding a job relatively near her apartment. She could get to the studio in 10 minutes if she was fast enough.

Nicole scolded herself for sleeping through her alarm. She should’ve known better than to trust herself to wake up with one single alarm after having worked until two in the morning. It was an amazing opportunity that Nicole couldn’t pass on, even if it meant she’d be exhausted in the morning. She’d been offered a spot as Brandi Harris’ backup dancer in a concert last night after one of her dancers had caught the flu. Nicole wasn’t one to wish ill upon anyone, but Lord was she glad that this woman had gotten sick and left her dancer spot vacant. Brandi’s choreographer had seen one of Nicole’s videos on YouTube and managed to get her number through Terrence, who was going out with the choreographer’s cousin. Nicole was amazed at life’s mysterious ways. What were the odds that her boss was dating Brandi Harris’ choreographer’s cousin!

Nicole hopped off her bicycle and hurriedly locked it to the bike rack on the sidewalk in front of her workplace. She was slightly panting after arriving at work in such a short time. Eight minutes, that was a new personal record. She rushed inside the studio but abruptly stopped as her body collided with a solid chest.

“How nice of you to show up, Ms. Carter,” her boss, Terrence, said. His tone indicated he was not happy with her.

“I’m so sorry. I—”

“Save it, Nikki. I know you were working late last night, I was there. But don’t take those extra gigs if you can’t commit to getting here on time the next morning. If you don’t come to class and don’t tell me beforehand, how am I supposed to find a substitute? These people, they pay to take classes here. You can’t just leave them hanging. I had to teach your class, Nicole. You know how busy I am, yet I had to take one hour of my morning to teach your class.”

“Terrence…” An embarrassed Nicole looked to the side. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know it won’t. Want to know why? Because this class will be taken out of your hours this month. I will be teaching it permanently from now on.”

Nicole widened her eyes. “No, please don’t do that! Terrence, you know I need this money.”

The tall man sighed. “You should have thought of that before you missed the class. Nikki, I’m sorry, but I have to do this. You’re the only instructor here who’s always late for class. I understand you’re out there working your ass off to make a name for yourself in the industry, and most of all to make a living. But this is me making a living myself. This studio is my source of income, I can’t pay you for a class that I spent an hour teaching. Think of this as a wake-up call. Next time you get an extra gig, you’ll remember this day and then you won’t be late again because you’ll be reminded of just how much you need this salary.”

Nicole took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. “Okay, Terrence. I better get ready for my next class before you take it away from me too. Thanks for the wake-up call.” The young woman flashed him a fake smile and brushed past her boss.

The dancer was fuming on the way to the locker room. She stuffed her backpack in the locker and checked herself in the mirror. She hadn’t had the time to put on any makeup at home, but now she had 10 minutes before her next class. It was more than enough time to cover the bags that appeared under her eyes after sleeping only for a few hours last night. Nicole noticed her usually golden brown skin was slightly pale. Lord, she needed some time off to make a weekend trip to the beach and get a nice tan.

Time off? Terrence will replace me if I ask for time off.