“Great!” Chef Samuelson clapped his hands. “So, we’re going to start with a red snapper crudo with a citrus and scotch bonnet drizzle.”
Bella licked her lips and savored the ear orgasm gifted by the chef’s description of the first course.
DONNA
“Ladies, may I have your attention,” Tabitha Creed requested from the head of the table. “Will you join me over here?” She gestured to an area in front of a giant stone fireplace. “The staff has furnished us with canvases for the creation of art that will no doubt rival the Mona Lisa.”
After some overexaggerated, drunken laughter, the ladies abandoned the dinner table.
“Dinner was amazing!” Bella gushed. “I meandayum!”
“It was,” Donna agreed. “And the chef dude was really down to earth.”
Bella chuckled. “The chef dude, huh?”
“Ladies!” Tabitha called. “Please take a seat in front of a canvas.”
Donna took the seat next to Bella. She felt the furrow of her brow when she witnessed something that she wasn’t supposed to. Niyah, Bella’s good friend and bride’s maid, had purposely avoided taking the seat next to her. It could have been as simple as her wanting to leave the seat free for Taylor. After all, she was the matron of honor. But it didn’t look that way to Donna.
“Well, ladies, it has been a pleasure, but this is where I leave you,” Tabitha announced.
Bella’s mouth flew open.
“Where are you going?” Donna questioned while Bella struggled to find the words.
Tabitha turned to Victoria with a grin, prompting her to walk up to whisper something in her ear.
“I gotta go see a man about a dog,” Tabitha told her with a giggle.
“Abigdog?” Victoria prodded.
“Woof!” Tabitha barked in a voice too deep for her petite feminine frame.
Donna fell over with laughter. The Creed matriarch was in rare form, which was perfect for hosting a bachelorette party. She made her rounds, kissing and hugging all the ladies before leaving.
Donna swiveled in her seat, trying to jimmy the thong from her highly irritated ass cheeks. “Are we supposed to be painting this fireplace?”
“I don’t think so,” Bella muttered with a frown. “I mean it’s nice, but I’m not inspired.”
“Now, that’s inspiring!” Victoria shouted over the murmurs.
Donna looked up just a beast of man entered wearing a black hooded robe. “Awwww, shit.”
The man was black as night, sexy as sin, and finer than them thin edges under the glue of a bad lace-front. He was tall and sturdy like an oak tree with nice lips and an ass-tickling beard.
“Y-yeah, yes, I... I am inspired,” Niyah stuttered with a glossy look in her eyes, -which reminded her…
She turned to Bella, intent on asking her why Niyah was acting weird. But loud whooping and hollering from the rear captured Donna’s attention. Her head swiveled around, and all she saw were big eyes and wide mouths. She turned back to see what the ladies were looking at. To her utter fucking delight, the sexy, black man had dropped his robe.
“Fatha Gawd!” someone crowed from behind.
“Ooooh, shit!” Donna squawked.
“Ay, Dios mio, baby boy!” Maria cat called. She turned to Taylor and Bella. “Do you ever missit?”
Donna laughed at the confused look on their faces.
“Miss what?” Bella asked.
