“That’s how it is for me. Since the first time I touched the board, I’ve been bound to it. It’s crazy because my dad was looking for a way to keep me out of the streets. Instead, he hand-delivered my destiny. The shit is crazy when I think about it. What about you? When did you discover you wanted to be in fashion?”
His question made me reflect on a time in my life that I tried hard not to think about. Thank God things got better with time, but it took everything in me to be strong at that time.
“When my mother was going through one of her alcoholic phases, I had to come up with ways to wear my clothes. My pants would be too small or she wouldn’t wash for an extended amount of time. I got creative after being bullied a few times. Even when things got better, it became a habit for me to mix and match and it stuck with me. I wore a uniform in high school and even then, I was dressing it up. It was brought out traumatically, but it’s my passion,” I explained.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me that, baby. I’m sorry you went through that, but it shaped you into who you are today. It’s crazy to me how even the bad shit we go through helps mold us as people. Shit is fucked up while you’re going through it, but you appreciate every struggle when you come out of it.”
“That’s true. Life truly comes full circle at the right time. Another reason I stayed with Allen, even through the bullshit, was because I felt like I owed him. Part of me feels like if it weren’t for him, Luxe Addiction wouldn’t exist. The other part of me feels like God placed him in my life to fulfill that purpose,” I admitted.
“I feel where you comin’ from. I gotta say, either way I’m thankful. As much as I don’t fuck with Spinna, he led you right to me. He handed you over on a silver platter and I can’t say I’m mad at that.”
An hour later, the whiskey had taken over and my mind was officially on cloud nine. I felt so relaxed and carefree and hoped this was what our future would look like. I knew every day wouldn’t be perfect, but I’d love for us to have more good days than bad. Shane was in the middle of mixing when a tag line came to mind. Drunkenly, I turned to him with a smirk.
“What is it?”
“I got it.”
“Got what?”
“The tagline.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s do it,” he replied before handing me the headphones.
Shane put the mic in front of me and told me when to start. It took me a few tries to perfect it, but when I was satisfied, he played it back a few times before mixing and mastering it.
I kept the line short and sweet, but when Shane was done editing, it sounded like we’d recorded the sound in a professional studio.Shane made this oneplayed a few more times before he added it to a track he was making. This was my first time really seeing my man in his element. He had a home studio, but he only went in there if he woke up before me. As the evening went on, more drinks were poured and Shane and I were now listening to old school and R&B songs that were popularwhen we were younger. When I felt myself wrapped in strong arms, my pussy jumped and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be stuffed with dick.
“One year,” he whispered into my ear before kissing it.
“One year what?”
“To plan this wedding. I’m not playing that being engaged for years shit. The latest I can extend is a year and a half. That means you need to be booking a venue soon.”
“It’ll be a small venue, but I’m sure Jade and my mother wouldn’t mind assisting me.”
“You still haven’t told them the news?”
“Nope. They’ll find out when we get home tomorrow. Right now, my focus is on you.”
“You ain’t said shit but a word, baby.”
Gripping my chin, Shane leaned in and kissed me. When his tongue explored my mouth, I knew this would be a long night. My body shivered when he slid his hands under my top and caressed my breasts like only he could. He knew this shit drove me crazy. Shane was the best at foreplay. He was so good that he had me damn near begging for the dick. With him, sex was the best because I knew he cared about me. I was the only woman riding his dick.
I was now standing before him naked. He came out of his clothes and poured us both another shot. I took it to the head and pressed my body against his. The warmth from his solid chest sent a signal for my juices to start. For a minute, I ran my hands all over my man’s body. I’d never get over how sexy he was.
“No bed tonight. I wanna fuck you on every inch of this room,” he said.
My breathing increased when he lifted me from my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me across theroom. He stopped walking when he pressed my back against the glass window that separated the pool from the room.
“I love the fuck out of you, girl.”
My anticipation of what was to come had me silent. Shane didn’t seem to care about a response since he continued. When I felt his dick pushing inside me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The liquor had my hormones on ten and Shane knew how to please me every time. Leaning in closer to my ear, he licked and sucked it before speaking.
“Whose dick is this, baby?” he asked as his strokes sped up.
“Mine,” I responded before throwing my head back.
“Tell me again. Tell me you love this dick.”
