“You ever wonder why I’ve never fucked you, Yvette?” I asked voice sharp, to keep her attention.
“Because you’re scared?—”
She stopped talking when I sat up and blew smoke directly in her face. I chuckled in disbelief, her confidence proceeded itself as always. However, it was time for me to bring her ass back down to reality. Besides, it was nearing eight o’ clock way past my business hours here at Maison Langston’s. I stifled my yawn and got right down to the point.
“You can’t associate my name with being scared, Yvette.” I chuckled again; it probably sounded humorless to her ears.
Smoke spilled out the sides of my mouth as I looked at her intently.
“Then what is it?” She asked with annoyance laced in her tone.
I purposely let my silence stretch between us until she shifted under my gaze.
“It’s because you cover yourself up. All those sprays, those damn scented washes you think men can’t smell. You strip away the truth of yourself with fuckin’ chemicals, and I don’t touch what isn’t real…plus my skin is sensitive.” I added the last part to soften the blow of my direct words.
Her lips parted but nothing came out.
“Fuck you Bleu.” She rose from her seat dramatically.
“Yeah,” I drawled out as my gaze fell down to her breasts.
“Better luck next time with that.” I chuckled.
“Seriously, I don’t need perfume nor deodorant between a woman’s thighs. I need the truth, raw and natural. Your scent tells me who you really are. Until you can give me that, don’t giveme those sad puppy eyes when I refuse to stick my dick inside of you.” I spoke each word with seriousness.
“Okay, Bleu.” Her eyes shifted away from me.
I offered her silence; I could see the mental battle she was stuck in trying to recover from my rejection.
“Would you like for me to continue with my report about club Bleu?” Her voice shifted from sexy to business tone.
“No, I have the papers that you slapped on my desk. I’m pretty sure it’s full of notes and a full report. Put it on my schedule next week to pay the club a visit so that I can have a meeting with the ladies. It’s time for me to reveal a couple of ideas that I’ve been thinking about there anyway.” I offered her half of a smile.
“Noted, I’ll add it to the calendar before heading out.” She said in a soft tone.
“Anything else?” She asked.
“Yeah,” I smirked, my eyes zeroed in on her juicy lips.
“Go to my restroom, brush your teeth and come handle what your pussy couldn’t.”
Three
BLEU
Sunday dinnersat the Langston’s estate were less about family and more about everybody’s performance. Everyone was required by my parents to come dressed like they were walking into a Vogue spread, and not a dining room. Sundays were also my only day off; Saturday’s I spent time at Dom Corp by myself to make up for the time I spent during the week at Maison Langston’s.
I enjoyed being at Dom Corp alone, it was my blueprint that I spent countless of hours investing in. I had to create balance between the two companies as well as giving my mind a mental break to not think business and numbers. My mind was always in a creative space even when I called myself resting.
I pulled onto the road that led to my childhood estate, acres of private owned land belonged to my parents’. They made it a point before me and my youngest brother Dreu was born to own up enough land to not have to worry about neighbors being so close by just to be nosey. The land stretched far and wide. Whenever life got to be a bit much, or if I simply needed peace away from the world, I came back home. No media was near andif they were, they were somewhere hidden in the bushes on the outskirts, far away from the twenty-four-hour security that my father had hired.
My parents’ mansion sat on ten acres of manicured perfection. I pulled onto the driveway that curled around my mother’s favorite water fountain’s. It was obvious that she was full of herself because all three of the fountains were different sculptures of her. The air outside of the house smelled like crisp fresh money. My childhood home hadn’t changed much except for the fresh paint job that got done once every four years per my mother’s request.
My younger brother Dreu had his bright red Lamborghini parked right at the bottom of the steps. I could tell by how fucked up his car was parked; he was already on one. I jogged up the flight of steps that led to the front door then adjusted the cuff of my tailored black shirt. Soon as I stepped through the foyer, the sound of my Italian loafers echoed off the high ceilings.
“Good afternoon, Bleu!” Ms. Earline appeared with a bright smile on her face.
She quickly pulled me into her short chubby frame and held me tight. I inhaled Ms. Earline’s White Diamond perfume and smiled. She was like a second mother to me, more than just my mother’s assistant. The two of them had been friends since they both were kids. Ms. Earline did more than her title for our household as well. She was like family; my mom gave her and her family their own house that sat behind our massive mansion with a four-bedroom house that only Ms. Earline and her grandkids occupied.
