In a sense, I felt bad for her. Anyone with eyes could tell that Calissi wanted to truly be a city girl. It’s why she changed up men so much. The boyfriends that she did have were all good looking and head over hills for her. She’d always ruin it, by either cheating or simply demanding too much from them, on purpose.
“Okay, we will be down in a couple of seconds.” I sighed and stood up.
The tight spandex panties that I had on dug into my inner thighs. I wished like hell I could have rocked a regular pair of underwear. Tonight, I didn’t want to embarrass myself with my stomach sticking out of my nice gown.
“You look beautiful, Calissi.” I complimented.
For a beat, a look of shock washed over her face. We didn’t have the best relationship, but I loved my big sister. I just wished she could love me back instead of trying to hate me for no reason every second of her life.
“Thank you, you look pretty too.” She chirped back then quickly walked out of my room.
“Well, that was nice… I love when you two not clawing one another’s eyes out.” Kenzuri smiled as she stood next to me.
She placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“She’s nervous, Daddy is playing match maker tonight. I hope y’all have fun. Text me if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll be atNaveah’s house.” Kenzuri said before leaning close to place a kiss to my cheek.
Naveah’s little sister Zori was Kenzuri’s best friend. My sister spent most of her free time at Naveah’s house with Zori. It was ironic how I met Naveah in elementary, then Zori and Kenzuri became best friends in junior high.
“Alright, I’m going to get it together. I gotta hustle hard, get my money up and then go hard against Aubry.” I stated, lowly.
“You know daddy would help you with whatever you asked for, Truly.”
I knew that, but the problem was…I was tired of hearing our mom’s mouth about it. Like everybody else, momma kept a close eye on everybody in this house income. When it came to her husband, his money was hers. I also was tired of feeling like I was taking advantage. I tried my hardest not to ask our dad for money. All of my new endeavors ended up being funded by him, only for me to never stick to just one thing.
“We can just go with the first plan I mentioned…” Naveah cut in.
“No,” I quickly cut in. “Aubry not worth being behind bars for.” I shut it down fast.
The three of us, fed off each other’s bullshit. There always had to be one of us to step up and have more logical thinking. That person was me, even through the strong haze of my depression. I fought hard not to crash out when in reality, I wanted to do all of what Naveah said and more. Aubry been had me fucked up since our daughter was born.
My mother’s instinct was starting to override every restraint that I was desperately trying to keep in place in order to get my daughter back within my custody.
“I’ll call y’all when we leave the gala. I’ll probably just uber to y’all.” I promised before turning towards the door.
Five
BLEU
Flashinglights nearly blinded my ass the moment my dress shoes hit the concrete. The night air was chilly as I stepped onto the red carpet behind my bodyguards. The Maison Langston gala was one of the biggest high-society events that I hated to attend. I planned on staying less than an hour. My mouth watered thinking about the black naked beauty that awaited me back at my second penthouse for the night.
I eyed the white marble steps that led up to the entrance lined with gold trim and velvet ropes. I could already picture my mother standing under the grand chandelier with her eyes aimed at the entrance awaiting my presence. One guard stepped in front of me, two more flanked me on both sides suited in all black. Reporters surged forward the moment I continued my stride.
Their microphones didn’t make it past my broad-shouldered guards. Per usual they were all in a fucking frenzy.
“Mr. Langston?!?! Bleu! Who are you wearing tonight?!” A short blonde head, blue eye woman yelled.
“Rumor has it, your brother Dreu will do prison time! Care to comment?”
My eyes snapped to bad acne man that stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Are you single? Did you and the Victoria Secret model Angel break up, after you made her abort your possible first born? Care to comment?”
I didn’t spot who are where that dumb ass question came from. By now, their questions came like a hailstorm. They all sounded desperate, hungry and loud. I became so used to the bright flashes; my eyes didn’t flinch nor did my step waver from some of their dumb ass questions.
“Back the fuck up!” My guard in front of me yelled.
My parents taught me early on that power was in how you stood while everyone else scrambled. This moment right here was small compared to what I felt towards my mom right now for requesting that I showed up for this shit.
