Inside the gala felt like heaven compared to the hell that I made it through outside. The expensive chandeliers hung low like floating galaxies. It smelled like expensive champagne, perfume, and cologne. The smell of wealth overpowered it all. Everywhere I looked, I saw elegance and people with status. Their eyes landed on me with eagerness, and pride…something I barely saw from the two people that birthed me.
“Bleu.” My mother’s voice cut through low conversations in an impatient tone.
My eyes landed on her a little too quick for my liking. She stood near a white column with a handful of people surroundingher. I offered her a clipped smile; she looked graceful and well composed. Mother wore a silver gown that shimmered under the lights. Even from a short distance, across the room, her presence commanded attention.
People watched her carefully; I didn’t have to search for my father. I already knew he was somewhere in the shadows watching his wife own the room. She waved me over just as my guards spread out to blend in away from me. I chuckled lowly and shook my head because my mother was giving me a look that said,‘Don’t make me come to you.’
I even purposely had my driver circle around the gala several times so that I could arrive late just to rattle her possessive nerves. I adjusted my cufflinks and started her way, my steps were unhurried, deliberate as I eyed every head that turned my way as I passed. My steps faltered when my gaze landed on a short curvy woman with short blonde hair, specks of faded pink blended into her short waves.
What the fuck?She stood a few feet from my mother, talking softly to a tall chocolate woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bold hair cut she rocked. In fact, everything about her was striking and daring. Her brown skin had a natural soft glow to it. I set my eyes on her pretty pink toes then eyed the swell of her calves, my gaze traveled up to the spread of her meaty thigh. She shifted like her feet was killing her every couple of seconds.
I swallowed down hard, as my dick twitched in my pants. The rest of the room faded as I continued to access her attentively. The small pouch that she tried to conceal poked out of her red silk gown.Child bearing hips…those hips had a map attached to them; they were wide from the front. I imagined just how big her ass was from behind.
The gown clung to her like it was made just for her shape in size. The fabric glided over her body with every subtle movement she made. My gaze landed on her chest; it raised and fell softly as she looked up at the tall chocolate woman and said something else to her. I didn’t even realize that I stopped walking. In the short time that I accessed her, I noted that pink had to be her favorite color.
Granted, she had on a red gown… her long sharp nails and feet were painted pink. Her short blonde hair had specks of pink in it as well. I even took in the gold bangles and big hoop earrings that she had on that made her stand out even more in a room full of diamond wearing women. This particular woman had her own style. Her pointed nose and diamond shaped face with doe eyes fit her to perfection. She was beyond beautiful, and there was a magnetic pull that she had on me.
I was a man that prided myself on control, the way my body reacted pissed me off. Nothing mattered at this very moment except the ways of going about getting her alone. My mouth salivated at the thought of spreading her thighs and just inhaling her.
“Bleu!” My mother’s voice snapped me out of my fantasy of her…
The woman turned. When her eyes met mine, air left my lungs. She smiled small and cautiously at me. It was enough.
Enough for me to plot.
Enough for me to know that I would have her submitting to me. It didn’t matter if it was for one good night or many. I would have her, but first I needed to get my good friend Doc on the line.
I didn’t acknowledge my mother, all I saw was her. I even tried to imagine what her name would be. She must’ve feltuncomfortable under my steady gaze. Her head turned away, she covered her mouth with her small hand and said something to the tall woman next to her then walked away briskly. I licked my lips; my eyes followed her. Just as I thought, her heart shaped ass was huge.
“Bleu, what is wrong with you?” My mother hissed.
By now, she walked into my personal space, lips curled, her thin arched brows were knitted together tightly.
“Careful, Ma.” I smiled at her.
“People are watching, cameras are flashing.” I warned and continued to smile at her.
I leaned down an inch to place a kiss on her forehead. Like the good actress she was her hands reached out as she rubbed up and down either side of my arm and sneered as she kept her voice low.
“You be fucking careful, very careful Bleu. You’re late and got me calling your name over and over. Mr. Jackson brought his daughter to meet you; you are standing inches away looking lost.” She gritted out with a more relaxed smile on her face.
“Who’s baldie?” I asked smoothly, ignoring her threat.
“Excuse me?”
My mother’s head snapped back repulsed by my question.
“Baldie, I want to know all about her.” I stated simply enough for her to understand how determined I was.
“She’s nobody important, Bleu.” Her lips curled inwardly.
I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. Mother was anxious and ready to show me off.
“That’s his middle daughter, from what I hear, she has a kid,” she tugged my arm and pulled me close to her to make sure nobody could hear what she was saying.
“She’s out of shape, damaged goods, so forget it. The tall darker one is the oldest. She’s a true beauty, any man with a pair of eyes can see it. Here, come.” She looped her arm in mine and guided me towards Mr. Jackson and his daughter.
Mr. Jackson stroked his salt and pepper beard looking me in the eyes with a gracious smile plastered on his face. He was about two inches shorter compared to my six-foot three height, medium built and always well put together. Tonight, he rocked a three-piece tailored tuxedo.
