Aubry made a sharp turn back onto my parents’ block then pulled back up to the curb. Tears stung my eyes, as I started to bite on my short French tipped nails.
“That nice ass thick shape of yours is damn near gone. You sitting up in the house making content all day, eating, and acting like you some productive bitch. Is that what you want our daughter to look up to? Dumb ass bitch, get the fuck out my car.” Aubry spat.
This was the invisible chain that he always yanked at. Aubry strangled me then made me feel like I wasn’t worth the air that I constantly inhaled. I swallowed down the cruel truth of it all. Aubry didn’t just own the paper with Lolani’s name on it he owned me too.
“I’ll go with you, Aubry. My apologies, I’m just having a rough day.” I sighed wishing I could eat dog shit instead of apologizing.
I can’t let Lolani down this weekend…
“It started with my mom this morning.” I partially lied.
My eyes were glued to the front of my house; my mom had the blinds up and she was staring directly at me with a look of disappointment.
“I’d like to see Lolani this weekend, please. Take me wherever you want to go.” I pleaded looking over at him.
“I don’t want no sad pussy.” He licked his lips.
I bit the inside of my cheek so hard it hurt. A lone tear fell down my cheek as I swallowed down the sob that dared to escape my lips.
“I’m not sad, Aubry. Just a little frustrated.” I said in a forced even tone.
“It’s alright baby, daddy gone fuck all them frustrations away.” He skirted away from the curb.
Two
BLEU
The beautiful skylineof Downtown L.A. shined outside the glass walls of my office; I wasn’t paying attention to the city tonight like I normally did. My focus was inside of my office, glued to the woman sprawled across my desk naked, and slim with her beige skin glowing under my dimly lights.
The dark wood of my desk framed her body; it was a deliberate contrast to the lace lingerie that was beneath her business attire she stripped out of for this so-called interview. I listened to her nervous shallow breaths, as I studied her body. She was beautiful in that high-fashioned kind of way. Delicate collarbones, legs that went on forever. Her skin was a little too pale and dry. I could eye her skin and tell that she didn’t lotion her body good enough after getting out of a shower.
She would fit in as a model walking the runway for Maison Langston’s.I thought, as I circled her slowly, the sound of my Italian shoes clicked soft against the floor as my eyes traced every inch of her bare skin. Every curve was mine to study and if I pursued her for the night… she’d be mine to command as well.
“Arch your back,” I ordered, voice low and deliberate.
She obeyed instantly, and that was the problem. They always obeyed too easily, didn’t matter if I was taking them to my penthouse suite…or offering them a job. The women that I came across always listened and did whatever it was I wanted. I liked it, but not enough to commit to only one.
I leaned against the edge of my desk; my fingers trailed the line of her thigh before I gripped it hard enough to pull a soft sexy moan out of her. My lips curled into a cruel smirk as I spoke directly in her face.
“Yvette tell you what this interview was about when you made it to my lobby, right?”
She nodded her head, too eagerly which turned me off.
“Oh, you know,” I raised a thick brow at her. “Then why does it look like you came up here hoping for affection, when that’s not what I give.” I frowned down at her.
Goal accomplished!I smirked at her as I watched her face switch from lust to confusion. I quickly shut down any high hopes that she had lodged into her mind.
“W-well what do you give?” She asked soft and timidly.
“Discipline.” I spoke.
My fingers roamed up to her belly button, I circled there then eyed the goosebumps that rose on her arms. I let my word hang heavy and honestly in the air between us because sex for me, wasn’t about connection. It all came down to control and release. A fun sport to empty out my balls then get back to business. I made sure there was never a moment when I didn’t own the room, a woman’s body, or my companies.
I stepped back and adjusted the cuff of my shirt. I kept my gaze on her and frowned when I realized that I wasn’t even hard yet. I was sure it wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful, beauty didn’t move me. I’ve had women of all shapes in sizes blessed with my presence and they all left with something while surrendering immediately to me.
I’m not feeling this one, no need to force shit.I thought as I continued to eye her. She shifted uncomfortably on my desk, the confidence that she walked in with diminished right before my eyes.
My phone buzzed from the corner of my desk. I glanced over at it and saw my mother’s name flash across the screen. Even in this moment with her name on my phone, she reminded me of what her and my father kept stressing over with me…
