“No woman control shit in my presence. I command; control then dominate. That’s something you should know about me.”
His hooded shaped eyes dissected me.
“You answered part of the question…maybe you should continue.” I rolled my eyes.
Instantly I cracked his hard armor. An expression of wonder flushed over his face. I wanted to smirk, even laugh but held it in. It must have stunned him that I met him with his own arrogance.
“You making things worse.” He chuckled.
“Worse?” I frowned.
One thing he was right about was that he did make me hella nervous. I took it as a challenge and checked myself quickly. The truth was, I impressed Bleu since the moment he laid eyes on me at the gala. He pursued me, it wasn’t the other way around.
It wouldn’t hurt my pride if he told me at any moment to leave. I would walk out with my head high, and my five thousand dollars. I had nothing to lose in this situation. He was mesmerizing, tantalizing as hell but in no shape or form would I kiss his ass.
“You wanted me here?—”
“I craved your presence here.” He corrected me.
“Okay so tell me something else about yourself, don’t make it weird.” I smirked.
Don’t let your crazy ass ego get you out of some good ass pussy either!I bit into my bottom lip. I was far from cocky but in the know of myself as well as my pussy.
Bleu remained silent for a couple seconds, it was his way of control. What felt like a full sixty seconds later, he licked his lips before he spoke.
“I’m Bleu as you already know. I own more than I should, trust less than I should, and I like to be in control. With the limited free time that I have… I like to create.” He smiled genuinely.
“What do you like to create?” I asked truly intrigued.
He took his time to walk back towards me, my breath hitched as he took a seat a cushion away from me. Deliberately, he leaned back against the couch. The gold flecks in his eyes were so mystical that I almost forgot what I just asked him.
“I like to create things that make people feel powerful.” He paused; his gaze swept across his penthouse before coming back to me.
“That’s what drives me. Power. Whether it’s a fragrance, a fabric, or a new brand. I build things that remind men they own the room the second they step into it. I make women feel empowered, fearless, and confident.”
His tone wasn’t arrogant. It was matter of fact, like he was rediscovering what all he did.
“That sounds good.” I smiled.
He simply nodded his head; I watched him captivated. My eyes fell down to the strong veins in his hands, all of his movements were precise. He gestured his hands a lot like he was trying to sculp the air around him.
“The cologne that I have on tonight, is the first scent I designed for my company Dom’s. I studied different scents, what stuck out to me the most was notes that weren’t too overpowering…I noticed that a lot of men’s cologne mainly have notes of smoke, leather, and wood. I went with something light enough to catch the nose of women. Something that was expensive enough thatstates it’s not for everyone but the right person.” His lips curled at the crease, then he smiled.
It wasn’t just a small half- ass smile, but a smile that reached his eyes. His smile was strong enough to cause his dish-deep dimples to sink into his cheeks and cause heat to warm my panties. I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face. I loved to hear people talk about their passions with so much love in their eyes.
“So, why do you think people choose to buy and support you?” I asked.
“Men buy it because they want to feel how I feel,” he chuckled. “Women buy it because besides it being unisex, they want to smell like the kind of man who doesn’t ask permission.” He licked his lips, heating things up further.
Now how and the hell you know that’s why they buy it? Cocky ass!
“So you like building worlds where everything bends to you.”
He tilted his head and tugged at his beard sexily.
“Something like that. I like precision and discipline. Beauty that’s not afraid to bare its flaws.”
His sharp eyes softened.
