“Good to see you, Mr. Jackson.” I nodded my head in his direction.
Our hands slapped together and in seconds he pulled me in for a brotherly hug.
“Bleu, good to see you to brotha.” He stated proudly releasing me.
“This is my oldest daughter, Calissi. My wife is somewhere around here talking and sipping champagne.” He chuckled.
I nodded my head in understanding, I turned towards Calissi and took her in quickly. She was pretty, but there was nothing special about her. I didn’t feel the same pull that I felt with her sister. I could take advantage of her height. Maison Langston’s needed taller models. Currently we have models that were shorter than five foot five.
Being the gentleman that I was, I reached for Calissi’s hand smoothly. Her hand shook in my hold, something that I was used to. Most women froze up especially if they weren’t as confident in themselves. Calissi had some confidence, but it wasn’t fierce. She blushed and struggled to steady her eye contact with me. There was no instant sexual chemistry between us, no natural pull to draw me in at all.
“Good evening, beautiful…” I started then stopped when a thought came to my head.
It was a thought that would surely ruffle my mother’s feathers since she thought we were all off to a good start.
I kissed the back of Calissi’s hand tenderly then released it. I glanced back at my mother; her eyes gleamed with pride from the show playing out in front of her, in her favor.
“I can just see you now, Beautiful.” I looked into Calissi’s eyes.
I became annoyed with her struggle to maintain eye contact.
“Yes, I can see it too, son.” My mother egged on from the left of me.
I turned to her and gave her my undivided attention.
“I can see her as a top new model, making six figures for Maison Langston’s.” I clarified.
Calissi eyes got wide with surprise as I nodded my head in approval.
It was comical how mother’s uppity ass frowned then battled to get her expression together. I stepped close to her then whispered in her ear so only she could hear me clear as the day I was born.
“She will not be a candidate, however thickumz is the next runner up.” I smirked then corrected my posture.
“If the three of you will excuse me, I’m going to find your middle daughter Mr. Jackson. I’d like to introduce myself to her and get to know her personally,”
Then I’m gonna see how her pussy smell…I’ll cancel my appointment with the woman at my penthouse and bring thickumz back to my spot and have my way with your daughter all fucking night.I thought as I bit into my bottom lip to keep myself from slobbering from thirst.
Mr. Jackson’s eyes lit up with excitement. Calissi looked over at her father with a perplexed expression. I could tell she was used to getting her way but today wasn’t going to be that for her. I turned to my mother and could almost see the smoke steaming from her ears.
“Mother? Why don’t you give Calissi, Yvette’s information so she can get started right away with her new six figure deal…courtesy of you, of course.” I nodded my head and walked away.
Thickumz had me feral for her. I was officially on the prowl tonight. Fuck this gala along with my mother’s anger. If she wanted me to get married to extend the family’s legacy… it’ll be on my terms only.
Six
TRULY
Why the hellwas he staring at me like that?
I turned to the side inside of the luxurious bathroom and checked myself out as if I was in my bedroom. I tried to imagine what the fine hazel brown eyed man saw when he eyed me down like I was the only woman inside of the gala. I needed a place to escape from his watchful gaze. I thanked God that I found refuge inside of this spotless bathroom.
Everything inside was gold-trimmed, softly lit, and designed to make people like me feel like we didn’t belong. The mirrors stretched from wall to wall, it caught every angle of my reflection making it hard to escape the view of myself. I inhaled the air and sighed, it smelled faintly of roses, and whatever designer perfume that floated through the ballroom.
Under all of this luxury, my heart still thudded too fast. I couldn’t escape the way his eyes pierced through my soul from the short distance from where he stood. He undressed me with his deep bedroom eyes. He was tall, I took a wild guess and figured he was a little over six feet. His skin was a warm nutmeg complexion, every detail on him was sharp, down to the line ofhis jaw, the smooth precision of his hair cut. His perfect oiled beard connected to his sideburns. I caught a glimpse of the tattoo on his neck then dropped my gaze down to his diamond cufflinks.
His Cuban white diamond thick chain nearly blinded me too. Without him having to be close, he looked like he smelled good as hell. He was the kind of man that you laid eyes on and instantly got wet for. In my mind, I fantasized about him, thought dirty ass thoughts and grew ashamed of myself within seconds.
When his mother called his name, it snapped me right back into the reality that I needed. Women like me, didn’t get men like him. I imagined him after women like Calissi. The perfect model shaped woman who they assumed look perfect on their arm.
