Chapter 5
Five
BLEU
Flashing lights nearly blinded my ass the moment my dress shoes hit the concrete.
The night air was chilly as I stepped onto the red carpet behind my bodyguards.
The Maison Langston gala was one of the biggest high-society events that I hated to attend.
I planned on staying less than an hour. My mouth watered thinking about the black naked beauty that awaited me back at my second penthouse for the night.
I eyed the white marble steps that led up to the entrance lined with gold trim and velvet ropes.
I could already picture my mother standing under the grand chandelier with her eyes aimed at the entrance awaiting my presence.
One guard stepped in front of me, two more flanked me on both sides suited in all black.
Reporters surged forward the moment I continued my stride.
Their microphones didn’t make it past my broad-shouldered guards. Per usual they were all in a fucking frenzy.
“Mr. Langston?!?! Bleu! Who are you wearing tonight?!” A short blonde head, blue eye woman yelled.
“Rumor has it, your brother Dreu will do prison time! Care to comment?”
My eyes snapped to bad acne man that stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Are you single? Did you and the Victoria Secret model Angel break up, after you made her abort your possible first born? Care to comment?”
I didn’t spot who are where that dumb ass question came from. By now, their questions came like a hailstorm. They all sounded desperate, hungry and loud. I became so used to the bright flashes; my eyes didn’t flinch nor did my step waver from some of their dumb ass questions.
“Back the fuck up!” My guard in front of me yelled.
My parents taught me early on that power was in how you stood while everyone else scrambled. This moment right here was small compared to what I felt towards my mom right now for requesting that I showed up for this shit.
Inside the gala felt like heaven compared to the hell that I made it through outside.
The expensive chandeliers hung low like floating galaxies.
It smelled like expensive champagne, perfume, and cologne.
The smell of wealth overpowered it all. Everywhere I looked, I saw elegance and people with status.
Their eyes landed on me with eagerness, and pride…
something I barely saw from the two people that birthed me.
“Bleu.” My mother’s voice cut through low conversations in an impatient tone.
My eyes landed on her a little too quick for my liking.
She stood near a white column with a handful of people surrounding her.
I offered her a clipped smile; she looked graceful and well composed.
Mother wore a silver gown that shimmered under the lights.
Even from a short distance, across the room, her presence commanded attention.
People watched her carefully; I didn’t have to search for my father.
I already knew he was somewhere in the shadows watching his wife own the room.
She waved me over just as my guards spread out to blend in away from me.
I chuckled lowly and shook my head because my mother was giving me a look that said, ‘Don’t make me come to you. ’
I even purposely had my driver circle around the gala several times so that I could arrive late just to rattle her possessive nerves.
I adjusted my cufflinks and started her way, my steps were unhurried, deliberate as I eyed every head that turned my way as I passed.
My steps faltered when my gaze landed on a short curvy woman with short blonde hair, specks of faded pink blended into her short waves.
What the fuck? She stood a few feet from my mother, talking softly to a tall chocolate woman.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the bold hair cut she rocked.
In fact, everything about her was striking and daring.
Her brown skin had a natural soft glow to it.
I set my eyes on her pretty pink toes then eyed the swell of her calves, my gaze traveled up to the spread of her meaty thigh.
She shifted like her feet was killing her every couple of seconds.
I swallowed down hard, as my dick twitched in my pants.
The rest of the room faded as I continued to access her attentively.
The small pouch that she tried to conceal poked out of her red silk gown.
Child bearing hips… those hips had a map attached to them; they were wide from the front.
I imagined just how big her ass was from behind.
The gown clung to her like it was made just for her shape in size.
The fabric glided over her body with every subtle movement she made.
My gaze landed on her chest; it raised and fell softly as she looked up at the tall chocolate woman and said something else to her.
I didn’t even realize that I stopped walking.
In the short time that I accessed her, I noted that pink had to be her favorite color.
Granted, she had on a red gown… her long sharp nails and feet were painted pink.
Her short blonde hair had specks of pink in it as well.
I even took in the gold bangles and big hoop earrings that she had on that made her stand out even more in a room full of diamond wearing women.
This particular woman had her own style.
Her pointed nose and diamond shaped face with doe eyes fit her to perfection.
She was beyond beautiful, and there was a magnetic pull that she had on me.
I was a man that prided myself on control, the way my body reacted pissed me off. Nothing mattered at this very moment except the ways of going about getting her alone. My mouth salivated at the thought of spreading her thighs and just inhaling her.
“Bleu!” My mother’s voice snapped me out of my fantasy of her…
The woman turned. When her eyes met mine, air left my lungs. She smiled small and cautiously at me. It was enough.
Enough for me to plot.
Enough for me to know that I would have her submitting to me. It didn’t matter if it was for one good night or many. I would have her, but first I needed to get my good friend Doc on the line.
I didn’t acknowledge my mother, all I saw was her.
I even tried to imagine what her name would be.
She must’ve felt uncomfortable under my steady gaze.
Her head turned away, she covered her mouth with her small hand and said something to the tall woman next to her then walked away briskly.
I licked my lips; my eyes followed her. Just as I thought, her heart shaped ass was huge.
“Bleu, what is wrong with you?” My mother hissed.
By now, she walked into my personal space, lips curled, her thin arched brows were knitted together tightly.
“Careful, Ma.” I smiled at her.
“People are watching, cameras are flashing.” I warned and continued to smile at her.
I leaned down an inch to place a kiss on her forehead. Like the good actress she was her hands reached out as she rubbed up and down either side of my arm and sneered as she kept her voice low.
“You be fucking careful, very careful Bleu. You’re late and got me calling your name over and over. Mr. Jackson brought his daughter to meet you; you are standing inches away looking lost.” She gritted out with a more relaxed smile on her face.
“Who’s baldie?” I asked smoothly, ignoring her threat.
“Excuse me?”
My mother’s head snapped back repulsed by my question.
“Baldie, I want to know all about her.” I stated simply enough for her to understand how determined I was.
“She’s nobody important, Bleu.” Her lips curled inwardly.
I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. Mother was anxious and ready to show me off.
“That’s his middle daughter, from what I hear, she has a kid,” she tugged my arm and pulled me close to her to make sure nobody could hear what she was saying.
“She’s out of shape, damaged goods, so forget it. The tall darker one is the oldest. She’s a true beauty, any man with a pair of eyes can see it. Here, come.” She looped her arm in mine and guided me towards Mr. Jackson and his daughter.
Mr. Jackson stroked his salt and pepper beard looking me in the eyes with a gracious smile plastered on his face. He was about two inches shorter compared to my six-foot three height, medium built and always well put together. Tonight, he rocked a three-piece tailored tuxedo.
“Good to see you, Mr. Jackson.” I nodded my head in his direction.
Our hands slapped together and in seconds he pulled me in for a brotherly hug.
“Bleu, good to see you to brotha.” He stated proudly releasing me.
“This is my oldest daughter, Calissi. My wife is somewhere around here talking and sipping champagne.” He chuckled.
I nodded my head in understanding, I turned towards Calissi and took her in quickly.
She was pretty, but there was nothing special about her.
I didn’t feel the same pull that I felt with her sister.
I could take advantage of her height. Maison Langston’s needed taller models.
Currently we have models that were shorter than five foot five.
Being the gentleman that I was, I reached for Calissi’s hand smoothly.
Her hand shook in my hold, something that I was used to.
Most women froze up especially if they weren’t as confident in themselves.
Calissi had some confidence, but it wasn’t fierce.
She blushed and struggled to steady her eye contact with me.
There was no instant sexual chemistry between us, no natural pull to draw me in at all.
“Good evening, beautiful…” I started then stopped when a thought came to my head.
It was a thought that would surely ruffle my mother’s feathers since she thought we were all off to a good start.
I kissed the back of Calissi’s hand tenderly then released it. I glanced back at my mother; her eyes gleamed with pride from the show playing out in front of her, in her favor.
“I can just see you now, Beautiful.” I looked into Calissi’s eyes.
I became annoyed with her struggle to maintain eye contact.
“Yes, I can see it too, son.” My mother egged on from the left of me.
I turned to her and gave her my undivided attention.
“I can see her as a top new model, making six figures for Maison Langston’s.” I clarified.
Calissi eyes got wide with surprise as I nodded my head in approval.
It was comical how mother’s uppity ass frowned then battled to get her expression together. I stepped close to her then whispered in her ear so only she could hear me clear as the day I was born.
“She will not be a candidate, however thickumz is the next runner up.” I smirked then corrected my posture.
“If the three of you will excuse me, I’m going to find your middle daughter Mr. Jackson. I’d like to introduce myself to her and get to know her personally,”
Then I’m gonna see how her pussy smell…I’ll cancel my appointment with the woman at my penthouse and bring thickumz back to my spot and have my way with your daughter all fucking night. I thought as I bit into my bottom lip to keep myself from slobbering from thirst.
Mr. Jackson’s eyes lit up with excitement. Calissi looked over at her father with a perplexed expression. I could tell she was used to getting her way but today wasn’t going to be that for her. I turned to my mother and could almost see the smoke steaming from her ears.
“Mother? Why don’t you give Calissi, Yvette’s information so she can get started right away with her new six figure deal…courtesy of you, of course.” I nodded my head and walked away.
Thickumz had me feral for her. I was officially on the prowl tonight. Fuck this gala along with my mother’s anger. If she wanted me to get married to extend the family’s legacy… it’ll be on my terms only.