Chapter 2
Two
BLEU
The beautiful skyline of Downtown L.A. shined outside the glass walls of my office; I wasn’t paying attention to the city tonight like I normally did. My focus was inside of my office, glued to the woman sprawled across my desk naked, and slim with her beige skin glowing under my dimly lights.
The dark wood of my desk framed her body; it was a deliberate contrast to the lace lingerie that was beneath her business attire she stripped out of for this so-called interview.
I listened to her nervous shallow breaths, as I studied her body.
She was beautiful in that high-fashioned kind of way.
Delicate collarbones, legs that went on forever.
Her skin was a little too pale and dry. I could eye her skin and tell that she didn’t lotion her body good enough after getting out of a shower.
She would fit in as a model walking the runway for Maison Langston’s.
I thought, as I circled her slowly, the sound of my Italian shoes clicked soft against the floor as my eyes traced every inch of her bare skin.
Every curve was mine to study and if I pursued her for the night… she’d be mine to command as well.
“Arch your back,” I ordered, voice low and deliberate.
She obeyed instantly, and that was the problem. They always obeyed too easily, didn’t matter if I was taking them to my penthouse suite…or offering them a job. The women that I came across always listened and did whatever it was I wanted. I liked it, but not enough to commit to only one.
I leaned against the edge of my desk; my fingers trailed the line of her thigh before I gripped it hard enough to pull a soft sexy moan out of her. My lips curled into a cruel smirk as I spoke directly in her face.
“Yvette tell you what this interview was about when you made it to my lobby, right?”
She nodded her head, too eagerly which turned me off.
“Oh, you know,” I raised a thick brow at her. “Then why does it look like you came up here hoping for affection, when that’s not what I give.” I frowned down at her.
Goal accomplished! I smirked at her as I watched her face switch from lust to confusion. I quickly shut down any high hopes that she had lodged into her mind.
“W-well what do you give?” She asked soft and timidly.
“Discipline.” I spoke.
My fingers roamed up to her belly button, I circled there then eyed the goosebumps that rose on her arms. I let my word hang heavy and honestly in the air between us because sex for me, wasn’t about connection.
It all came down to control and release.
A fun sport to empty out my balls then get back to business.
I made sure there was never a moment when I didn’t own the room, a woman’s body, or my companies.
I stepped back and adjusted the cuff of my shirt.
I kept my gaze on her and frowned when I realized that I wasn’t even hard yet.
I was sure it wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful, beauty didn’t move me.
I’ve had women of all shapes in sizes blessed with my presence and they all left with something while surrendering immediately to me.
I’m not feeling this one, no need to force shit. I thought as I continued to eye her. She shifted uncomfortably on my desk, the confidence that she walked in with diminished right before my eyes.
My phone buzzed from the corner of my desk. I glanced over at it and saw my mother’s name flash across the screen. Even in this moment with her name on my phone, she reminded me of what her and my father kept stressing over with me…
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-name chick 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 had framed 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.