“Well, if you must know I’ve been seeing Bailey, and we decided to make shit official.” I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face when I said her name.
“Each of y’all owe me a hundred.” I heard Torrance say.
“What?” I was clearly missing something.
“We may have placed a bet that you and Bailey would hook up, but we thought it would be a casual fling, Torrence was the only one who said y’all would become a couple.” Trent said, bawling up a hundred-dollar bill and throwing it at Torrence.
“Damn that’s fucked up, but Torrence, if you wanted to make some real money you should have bet that Bailey will be the next Mrs. Browning.”
“The fuck?!” They all yelled in unison and looked at me like I grew three heads, but I enjoyed seeing the shocked looks on their faces.
“Stop betting on my relationship before I beat y’all asses like I used to. Now can we get started?”
We talked some more shit then eventually started our meeting.
Bailey
Iwas having anything but a good day. It started off fantastic with Titan making sure I was fully satisfied this morning, and that memory was the only thing putting a smile on my face. Well, that and Penny finally brought her ass back from vacation. Those were the only two highlights of my day because when I got to work and opened my email, there was a long ass complaint about a model that was hired to do a commercial for one of my company’s longest clients. The model was caught snorting lines of cocaine in the bathroom and was too high to do the commercial, and now they needed a replacement model by the end of tomorrow, or they were threatening to end their relationship with my company.
My temper went from zero to a hundred after that news, and I immediately had Marlow in my office discussing possible legal ramifications. I had Penny making calls to every modeling agency we had a working relationship with trying to find a model at the last minute, while I was jumping through hoops trying to get the CEO of Star Sodas on the phone.
The day was chaotic, but I would be lying if I said that a piece of me didn’t enjoy the rush. Before I knew it four hours hadgone by, and I managed to put out the fires that threatened my company’s bottom line.
When I got home I sighed in relief as soon as I unhooked my bra and scratched under my titties when I walked through the door. As soon as I entered my bedroom, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and flopped on my stomach into my bed. After a few moments, I flipped over on my back and picked up the mail I brought with me. As I sorted through my mail I saw an invitation to a gala next week that raised scholarship money for Black high school seniors who would be the first generation to go to college. I opened the envelope and pulled out the invitation. I saw that Titan’s company was sponsoring the gala, and I was already confirmed to attend. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Titan already reserved me a seat. I smirked as I reached for my phone to call him.
“Hey, baby.” The smile I heard in his voice when he answered made me smile.
“Baby?” I heard a deep voice whisper in the background then I heard a group of male voices say, “Heeeyyyy Baileyyyyy!” in unison.
“Your brothers, I assume?” I was laughing now.
“Unfortunately.” Titan grumbled.
“I see you told them about us.”
“You ok with that, right? Because I’m too fine to be kept a secret,” he said, and I burst out laughing, Titan’s ass was stupid.
“Shut up, silly. Of course I’m ok with them knowing about us. They were going to find out sooner or later, especially since you invited me to your gala.”
“Oh yeah, I meant to tell you about it this morning, but it slipped my mind.” His voice deepened seductively. I knew the reason mentioning his gala slipped his mind was because I was busy deep throating his dick in the shower.
“Well, what should I wear? Gown? Cocktail dress?” I heard his chair creak in the background and then a door close.
“I don’t care what you wear, just make sure it’s easy to slip off or pull up,” Titan’s voice was oozing seduction, and it was making my nipples hard.
“Freak.”
“You love it.”
“You, damn right I do. I may not wear panties, just to make it easier for you.”
“You won’t hear me complain about that.” His voice was damn near a deep growl.
“So, what are you doing tonight?”
“After dinner, I was hoping to do you,” he said it so casually, it felt as though he was discussing the weather.
“I’ve created a nympho I see.” I pretended to be disappointed. “Where are you going for dinner?”
