Bleu was the man, I often seen him on the Forbes list. His younger brother Dreu always made the blogs. Bleu was a woman magnet, women constantly claimed him. He was filthy fucking rich and his name along proceeded itself.
I couldn’t help but recognize that Mr. Bleu Langston looked like temptation sculpted into flesh and dressed like money. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the other men in that ballroom looked at me and then I compared it to the way Bleu looked at me.
Maybe I was delusional, but I didn’t see polite curiosity in his gaze. I saw hunger and quiet dangerous confidence that almost made my knees betray me right in that ballroom.
I gripped the marble sink with both hands and continued to stare at my reflection like it would have all the answers. My lipstick was still perfect, the waves in my head were laid toperfection. Although my silk dress clung to every curve I had. I still felt awkward in that ballroom. Everyone out there belonged, I was just the woman who got invited because of my dad.
I even felt judgmental eyes glide over me since I’ve been here. They probably judged the size of my hips, how big my ass looked in my dress. The bright color of my hair that I loved the most. I attempted to quickly dye it blonde since the hot pink didn’t mesh well with my gown but failed, which pissed me off. I imagined their negative thoughts about me. I was unapologetically me and understood that they probably viewed me as ghetto.
My hoop gold earrings were as big as the gold bangles on my wrist. I kept telling myself‘Fuck these uppity bitches’Calissi felt it too and I was grateful for the grace that she showed me. It surprised me that she made small conversation with me. Her conversation was enough to ease my frazzled nerves. It also kept me from rolling my eyes and flicking a couple of the Karen’s and Ken’s off.
But Bleu’s eyes stripped me bare and made me forget every insecurity that swirled inside of me since being here with his intense gaze alone. I leaned closer to the mirror and whispered under my breath.
“Get it the fuck together, Truly.”
I needed to find my mom and get a flute of champagne.
My thoughts stopped when I heard the door open. I didn’t bother to look since I had already been in here for quite some time. The sound of the door locking made me pause.What the fuck?I looked towards the door; my heart skipped a beat.
Bleu stepped inside like he was stepping inside of his home. His gaze was so intense, I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. Hereeked of confidence, arrogance, and dominance. His expecting eyes captured mine like he expected me to already know why his fine ass walked up into this bathroom and locked the door behind himself.
“You hiding from me?” His smooth deep voice wrapped around me like silk.
“I don’t know you to hide.” I steadied my voice and maintained eye contact.
He was cocky, I could see it in his eyes. One look at Bleu, I knew that he already knew the effect he had on women. He was used to it, so the determined and lusty look he gave me already told me everything that I needed to know.
“Is that right?”
His tongue smoothly slipped over his bottom lip. Bleu leaned against the door confidently as he continued to eye me. His hazel orbs rested on my thighs before they dragged back up to my eyes.Damn this man is sexy…I thought. I struggled with what to say back to him.
He casually dug into his suit pocket and pulled out a wad of money contained by a gold money clip.
“Your beauty is striking. It feels intentional but composed if that makes sense to you.”
He stated lowly. Deliberately, he removed the gold money clip then sensually licked his thumb and index finger. The air between us thickened, I was still lost for words, so I shut my mouth. I managed to turn in my high heels and lean up against the marble counter in order to feel some sort of security behind me.
“Excuse me if I’m too straight forward for your liking. I don’t believe in wasting time, since I don’t have much of it to give these days.” He gestured calmly with his hands.
His eyes met mine. God this man looked even better up closely. The rich scent of his cologne smelled like ginger mixed with bergamot; it rolled through the air and penetrated me. My pulse spiked, he pushed his back off the door. With his eyes locked on mine, his thumb flicked through the hundred-dollar bills rapidly.
“What’s your name?”
He now stood an inch away from me. I watched him place the money clip back into his pocket as he continued to hold all the bills in his hand.Was this man attempting to pay for the pussy?
I cleared my throat and wordlessly gave him my name.
“Truly.” I uttered.
Every muscle in me wanted to move but I didn’t, I just tilted my head back a little and continued to stare into his tantalizing eyes.
“Truly…” He repeated.
Unintentionally, my thighs clenched tightly together.
“I like that.” He complimented.
Hunger glazed over his eyes, and I wished I could take a step back from him but was already trapped by the counter behind me.
