He grabbed my hand then leaned down to kiss me right on the tip of my nose. Soon as the kiss landed, I could hear gasps followed by flickering lights. My hand fit in his naturally.
I could feel the weight of his attention; his unspoken encouragement gave me the push I needed to step forward with confidence.
Paparazzi voices overlapped with each other as they called out Bleu's name, their cameras flashed relentlessly as they captured every little movement we did. I squeezed his hand a little tighter, letting his steady grip anchor me through the chaos to the front glass double doors. For a moment, the flashing lights and shouted questions faded into the background, replaced by a bubble of calm that surrounded just the two of us. We stepped forward together, side by side, feeling like nothing else mattered but making it inside, where the night could finally begin.
Bleu took us straight to the elevators after having a very firm talk with his two guards who remained at the front door. Soonas the elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime, a soft breeze welcomed us, and the scene was surreal. Mini palm trees were spaced apart, the air smelled like jasmine along with grilled spices.
There was twinkling string lights that stretched across the terrace like fallen stars, and the night sky above seemed to shimmer. Bleu didn’t urge me to walk; he let me stand there for a moment taking it all in. His hand still gripped mine as my mouth fell open.
“You like it?” He asked, his deep voice caressed my skin.
“I love it, never been to a restaurant like this before.” I admitted.
He smiled, small and proudly, then finally led me toward a corner table surrounded by glass panels that curved around the booth. A single candle flicked in the center of the table beside a vase with the same pale blue flowers he sent earlier.
Bleu pulled out my chair for me. It was a gesture so simple yet unexpected, I only seen my dad do things like this for my mom. As I sat down, I looked at him properly in the light, the glow from the city caught the edges of his face, it outlined the shine of his goat-tee beard. His mystical eyes looked relaxed.
Bleu is a little too smooth with it…I thought as I watched him sit across from me.
“This is really nice, Bleu. Do you always rent out restaurants for dinner?” I asked.
He licked his lips and smiled just as a beautiful short waitress walked up with a bottle of champagne. She greeted us, gave us her name then filled our glass flutes. She walked away as fast as she appeared. I focused back on Bleu and the question I asked.
“My mother does it a lot, I only do it when I want peace. I’m used to people watching me, they know for the most part I ignore. I’m not here to impress nor be their idol. I just love the fashion side of things and creating unique smells for people to feel special.” He answered with his gaze dropping down to my cleavage.
“I gotta make you cum every place we go.”
My breath caught in my throat as his words from earlier echoed through my mind.When?I unintentionally licked my lips.
“I wanted tonight to be about you. That’s okay?”
Bleu bit his bottom lip and released it, he sat up in his seat, interlocked his hands on top of the table.
“It’s okay with me, I just don’t know if Aubry is going to see us in the media and then he will try to do some weird shit with Lo Lo since?—”
“Don’t mention him while we are here.” He cut me off sharply.
Anger flared in his eyes; he unclasped his hands then picked up his champagne flute. He downed the bubbly in two gulps then placed the flute back on the table.
“I’m going to mention him sometimes, Bleu. I told you that he’s a lot to deal with.” I pressed further.
“To you he’s a lot to deal with. For me, he’s a speck of lint. My lint gets rolled away easily, Truly. So don’t mention that boy while we are enjoying our evening. Aubry will be taken care of soon.”
His tone was icy; I didn’t like how it made me feel. It was the way he said Aubry would be taken care of soon that didn’t make me feel so good. Granted, I didn’t like Aubry at all, but he wasLolani’s father. I had to make things clear really fast so that no harm or childish games would come Aubry’s way.
“Listen to me, Thickumz.” Bleu’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“I like you, a lot. I have a lot of understanding as well as patience. I never experienced wanting someone as bad as I do you. I can lay out my red flags like my need to control and how I feel super possessive of you… you could get mad and tell after this wonderful dinner that you think we should go no further, and I would force myself to accept it. But I know it’ll stumble me because like I said a couple of seconds ago I want you bad. Not only do I want you, I like hearing your voice, seeing you smile and talk to me about your tea blends. I like hearing you talk softly to Princess and your excitement about your future within motherhood. It’s beyond sexual, it’s this yearning inside of me that wants to see you in my personal space in your own element. I already pictured myself taking away your worries. Doesn’t matter if it’s financial, physical or mental. Aubry is a problem, not for me but for you. He will be taken care of if he gets out of line and I catch wind of it… you need to become more understanding to when a real man sees a woman that he wants to make life easier for. You don’t fight him on it, because then you’ll just be making shit harder on yourself.”
Stunned, I eyed Bleu like he had two heads. Without us ordering dinner, two waitressed approached us with big trays of food. I eyed some of the plates and held in my moan of appreciation. Bleu must’ve already ordered dinner for us ahead of time.
“Tell me you understand what I just said.” Bleu’s voice rose above the noise of the plates being placed in front of us.
I lifted my gaze from the fresh seafood and roasted vegetables plate and locked eyes with him.
“I understand a hundred percent, Bleu.”
“Good.” He smirked and thanked the waitresses before they walked away.
