“Orin, that’s not my type of scene and you know that. Isn’t that somthing where you have to wear a tux or something?”
I felt her behind me, and sure enough, her thin ass arms circled my neck before she kissed it. “Not a tux, just a suit.”
“Nah, I’ll pass, baby girl. I’m not in the mood for that tonight.”
“Trooper, pleeeeease, just one hour. You can escort me in, let me make an appearance, then we can leave. After that, I’m yours for the rest of the night. We can come back here and I’ll do whatever you want, however you want.”
That offer alone had me bricking up. Not because I was pressed for a woman’s attention. That was a problem I didn’t have, but Orin was the type of woman who should have had a PhD in pleasing men. She was definitely in my top three.
She let me go, walked around the sofa, and stood between my legs with a seductive smile. “You know I’ll make it worth your while.” Orin glanced down at my lap before her eyes were on mine again.
“So you really wanna take it there?” I asked, closing my MacBook and placing it on the sofa beside me.
Orin slowly lowered her body to her knees one by one and moved her small, delicate hands into my shorts, removing my man and gripping him firmly before her head lowered enough to make him completely disappear; her way of providing me with a little more motivation to give in to her request. Who was I to object?
Istood in the corner watching Orin own the room. She had a way about her. If she were in a room full of people, as she currently was this evening, her presence could not be ignored. Dressed in a simple silk drop dress that tied around her neck, exposing her back down to her cute round ass, Orin lookedas if she were worth a million dollars easy. Another reason I fucked with Orin.
She was classy as fuck, but still down to earth. There were days when we drank Crown straight from the bottle, smoked the purest shit, and exchanged obscenities as we watched our favorite teams battle it out on my hundred and twenty inch flatscreen TV. Seeing her now, one would never guess she got down like that, but she exposed that side to me because she loved me.
Unfortunately for her, I only had love for Orin. I cared about her in a sense. I treated her well and wanted the best for her, but that was about as far as it went. My past didn’t allow me to feel anything past that. How could I when my own mother left me after I took my first breath? Getting high was more important to her than caring for the life she’d created. That shit turned a man’s heart cold, but I was alive and well, so why the fuck would I complain?
Finishing the last of my drink, I placed the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, then surveyed the room. These people were not just rich, they were wealthy. I saw it in their posture and the antique jewelry laced with diamonds that adorned their necks, wrists, and ears.
I was from the streets, but knew a thing or two about expensive shit, which was why my body was currently covered in a Tom Ford suit, tailored to fit me. The Miglia Rolex on my wrist let people know I deserved to be here. The funny thing was I’d passed some of these same arrogant ass fucks at my gym once a week and they didn’t even acknowledge me. But tonight, they smiled and offered their acceptance. That was somthing I couldn’t rock with, but I promised baby girl I would be here.
Orin and I made eye contact. She finished her conversation and made her way over to me. She glided my way seductively, and when she was in my personal space, my hand found thesmall of her back, while her hands pressed against my chest. She kept them there for a second before they moved down and she pecked my lips.
“Ten more minutes and we can go. After that, I’m all yours,” she said with a smile.
“Aight, cool. You know I’m bored as fuck and these people in here keep staring at me, trying to figure out how I got past security in the first place.” I delivered a crooked smile and she laughed.
“You look amazing, and your presence screams money. They know you belong here, Trooper. They’re staring at you because you’re sexy as fuck and that print in your pants has these dried up pussies in here moister than they’ve been in years.”
Unable to control my laugh, I shook my head and did a quick glance to see if anyone was close enough to hear what Orin had just said to me. It was true, but she still didn’t need to be saying that shit out loud.
“You’re wild as fuck, Orin, and if these people knew you talked like that, they would stop inviting you to this ritzy ass shit. That might be true, but the way I made my money doesn’t fit the bill for what they consider acceptable.”
With a smug grin and slight shrug, she kissed me again. “Used to make your money, Trooper. That’s not your life anymore,” she said as she stepped away from me.
“That’s always gonna be my life, Orin. I’m a fucking OG.” I winked at her and she smiled.
“Ten minutes then we can go,” she said as she backed away and turned to leave.
I decided to head to the bathroom before we left, figuring she would be ready to bounce by the time I was done.
Once I finished and entered the ballroom, I searched for Orin, hoping she was ready to roll when I felt someone watching me. Being who I was, I never stepped out unless strapped, soregardless of where I was, my hand moved to my hip while I tried to connect with whoever was watching me. Moments later, a smirk crossed my face when I made eye contact with my admirer.
With her hair pinned up and a few strands falling around her oval shaped face, Sophie appeared alone, even though she was surrounded by a group of three men eagerly vying for her attention while she looked my way lustfully.
I couldn’t deny that she looked amazing dressed in a strapless, black leather dress that hugged her body like a glove and stopped just above her knees. Her neck sparkled from the diamonds circling it, matching the string around her wrist.
She was beautiful—I couldn’t deny that—but beautiful wasn’t enough for me. I had a phone full of beautiful women, so I winked at her, which caused her to drop her head a little and pretend to focus on the men with her.
“Do you know Sophie?” Orin’s soft voice and her hand slipping into mine brought my attention to her.
“Nah, not really. We’ve met,” I said nonchalantly before I kissed her cheek. “You ready?”
Orin glanced at Sophie, which prompted me to as well. She smiled politely at us and I felt Orin’s need to question me, but she knew better. She knew who we were, and regardless of how she felt about me, she understood her role. So she let it go.
