Needing a wife worthy of the Langston’s last name…
I exhaled slowly, jaw set tight before reaching over to silence the call.
“You can leave; Yvette will pay you for your time.” I said lowly.
I tried to search my brain for her name. I forgot it as fast as I saw it on her paperwork.
“Do I get the job, or?—”
“Of course,” I smiled coldly down at her. “It’s just unfortunate that my dick won’t react to you. I don’t need you on your knees after six p.m on my office floor. However, I would like you on the runway for Maison Langston’s upcoming fashion show.” I offered her a tight-lipped smile.
I need to tell Yvette not to bring me anymore paper-thin ass women.I frowned picking up my phone and giving the no-namechick my broad back to watch. I eyed the city from my window as I glanced at her reflection slowly getting off my desk to redress herself. Don’t get me wrong, skinny pussy hit good, most of them could take good dick, but this chick’s aura didn’t do it for me. I felt nothing, not even the urge to spark up a conversation.
While I appeared to be an asshole to most women that got rejected by me, the ones under contract and in rotation loved the way they got treated. I never disrespected a woman by talking foul to them unless they truly deserved it. If I bedded a woman, I took care of all their bills and made sure that their pockets remained fat.
I didn’t do hoes; however, I liked switching women as often as I did my toothbrushes.
“T-thank you, Mr. Langston, for your time and the new job opportunity.” She stammered over her words.
“Likewise beautiful, stay blessed.” I raised my hand mid-air then turned my head to the side to acknowledge her.
Once I heard my door shut behind her, I faced my desk and took a seat. I loosened the tie that I was beyond ready to take off then opened up my desk drawer to fire up a blunt. I lit the cedarwood candle that my mother gifted me to mix with the weed scent. Every corner of my office spoke money and power. My mother didn’t play when it came down to the entire inside of Maison Langston’s. Everything inside of this building was upscale, and exquisite as she loved to put it.
There were leather chairs angled just right at the end of my desk that matched the long walnut leather couch close to my office door. A rectangular pool table sat in the middle of the floor. I hadframed art on the walls that I placed high bids on from overseas. I grew up being taught some of my best lessons in this building.
Maison Langston’s was a family-owned Paris inspired fashion house headquartered in New York with satellite showrooms in Paris, Milan, and now L.A. It was mainly known for bold men’s suits, and luxury evening gowns. We had exclusive lines that celebrities fought to wear on the red carpets. My grandparents started the company and passed it down to my mother. Before they passed down their prized possession to her, she was set to marry my father.
The two were already the best of friends due to both sides of their families being close business associates. My father was one of the youngest highest paid models back in the day. His hazel brown eyes had all the young ladies going crazy over him. Together he and my mother turned Maison Langston’s into one of the biggest fashion empires known to mankind. Through time, they launched different clothing lines along with purses and briefcases. If you had on Maison’s anything, it was like stamping yourself with wealth.
I ended up falling in love with my own brand. ‘Dom’s it was raw, sensual, and unapologetically masculine. I spent a lot of time here at Maison Langston’s because my parents were ready to retire so they could enjoy all the fruits of their labor. Business with my brand Dom’s had multiplied and the demand for me to be there was one of the main reasons why I didn’t see the need to find what my parents’ labeled being a ‘soul mate’.
I leaned back in my chair and inhaled weed smoke. Today was smooth but would have been even better if I got to nut at the end of it. I started my days at four am and went to sleep no later than eleven p.m. I had great structure and hated when the littlest shit got me off track.
Silence was hard to come by in my life, so whenever I got it, I embraced it. Seconds later of me embracing that silence, my office door burst open.
“Bleu.” Yvette practically yelled my name.
Yvette stormed in without warning, her eight-inch pointy heels clapped against my polished floor like gunshots. She never knocked and that always seemed to piss me off. She was young, ghetto fabulous and beautiful. I took her tall slim, thick figure in and felt my dick rise to attention.
No!I looked down at the print in my dress pants and frowned. Yvette cleared her throat and continued to strut towards my desk like she was walking the runway. Yvette was sexy, confident, and seductive as hell. Her flawless smooth beige colored skin always held a glow. Today her hair was pressed bone straight with a sharp part down the middle. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder as she looked at me with wide wild eyes.
The scent of her perfume was too sweet and overpowering, it cut through the smoke instantly, making the weed taste bitter on my tongue. She dropped a folder on my desk aggressively as she leaned forward purposely to show me her double d cleavage.
“The girls at Bleu’s club are restless.” She snapped, her manicured white nails clicked against the folder before she shoved it toward me.
“They’re asking questions because they don’t know what you’re planning. They’re scared that they’ll just get dropped Bleu.” She whined the last bit of words out.
“I told you to keep me there, let me keep them busy so that they?—”
“Shhh.” I shut her up, that high pitched whining shit was ruining my high.
Yvette shut right up, and I was thankful for it. I didn’t move right away to say shit. Instead, I took another slow pull from my blunt, letting the flame glow brighter before I exhaled the smoke in her direction. I watched it drift toward her face like a challenge. Her lust filled eyes didn’t blink, she looked me right in the eyes and licked her juicy pink lips.
I decided to fuck with her a little by letting my gaze sweep over the length of her long legs beneath her fitted skirt. My lips curled into a smirk as I shook my head at her.
“You still gonna try with me, beautiful?” I asked calmly.
“Hell yeah, you know how many bitches would love to clock in with you four times a week for some explosive good dick?” She cocked her head to the side like I was crazy for even asking her the question.
