Chapter 6
Six
TRULY
Why the hell was he staring at me like that?
I turned to the side inside of the luxurious bathroom and checked myself out as if I was in my bedroom.
I tried to imagine what the fine hazel brown eyed man saw when he eyed me down like I was the only woman inside of the gala.
I needed a place to escape from his watchful gaze.
I thanked God that I found refuge inside of this spotless bathroom.
Everything inside was gold-trimmed, softly lit, and designed to make people like me feel like we didn’t belong.
The mirrors stretched from wall to wall, it caught every angle of my reflection making it hard to escape the view of myself.
I inhaled the air and sighed, it smelled faintly of roses, and whatever designer perfume that floated through the ballroom.
Under all of this luxury, my heart still thudded too fast. I couldn’t escape the way his eyes pierced through my soul from the short distance from where he stood.
He undressed me with his deep bedroom eyes.
He was tall, I took a wild guess and figured he was a little over six feet.
His skin was a warm nutmeg complexion, every detail on him was sharp, down to the line of his jaw, the smooth precision of his hair cut.
His perfect oiled beard connected to his sideburns.
I caught a glimpse of the tattoo on his neck then dropped my gaze down to his diamond cufflinks.
His Cuban white diamond thick chain nearly blinded me too.
Without him having to be close, he looked like he smelled good as hell.
He was the kind of man that you laid eyes on and instantly got wet for.
In my mind, I fantasized about him, thought dirty ass thoughts and grew ashamed of myself within seconds.
When his mother called his name, it snapped me right back into the reality that I needed. Women like me, didn’t get men like him. I imagined him after women like Calissi. The perfect model shaped woman who they assumed look perfect on their arm.
Bleu was the man, I often seen him on the Forbes list. His younger brother Dreu always made the blogs. Bleu was a woman magnet, women constantly claimed him. He was filthy fucking rich and his name along proceeded itself.
I couldn’t help but recognize that Mr. Bleu Langston looked like temptation sculpted into flesh and dressed like money. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the other men in that ballroom looked at me and then I compared it to the way Bleu looked at me.
Maybe I was delusional, but I didn’t see polite curiosity in his gaze. I saw hunger and quiet dangerous confidence that almost made my knees betray me right in that ballroom.
I gripped the marble sink with both hands and continued to stare at my reflection like it would have all the answers.
My lipstick was still perfect, the waves in my head were laid to perfection.
Although my silk dress clung to every curve I had.
I still felt awkward in that ballroom. Everyone out there belonged, I was just the woman who got invited because of my dad.
I even felt judgmental eyes glide over me since I’ve been here.
They probably judged the size of my hips, how big my ass looked in my dress.
The bright color of my hair that I loved the most. I attempted to quickly dye it blonde since the hot pink didn’t mesh well with my gown but failed, which pissed me off.
I imagined their negative thoughts about me.
I was unapologetically me and understood that they probably viewed me as ghetto.
My hoop gold earrings were as big as the gold bangles on my wrist. I kept telling myself ‘Fuck these uppity bitches’ Calissi felt it too and I was grateful for the grace that she showed me.
It surprised me that she made small conversation with me.
Her conversation was enough to ease my frazzled nerves.
It also kept me from rolling my eyes and flicking a couple of the Karen’s and Ken’s off.
But Bleu’s eyes stripped me bare and made me forget every insecurity that swirled inside of me since being here with his intense gaze alone. I leaned closer to the mirror and whispered under my breath.
“Get it the fuck together, Truly.”
I needed to find my mom and get a flute of champagne.
My thoughts stopped when I heard the door open. I didn’t bother to look since I had already been in here for quite some time. The sound of the door locking made me pause. What the fuck? I looked towards the door; my heart skipped a beat.
Bleu stepped inside like he was stepping inside of his home.
His gaze was so intense, I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
He reeked of confidence, arrogance, and dominance.
His expecting eyes captured mine like he expected me to already know why his fine ass walked up into this bathroom and locked the door behind himself.
“You hiding from me?” His smooth deep voice wrapped around me like silk.
“I don’t know you to hide.” I steadied my voice and maintained eye contact.
He was cocky, I could see it in his eyes. One look at Bleu, I knew that he already knew the effect he had on women. He was used to it, so the determined and lusty look he gave me already told me everything that I needed to know.
“Is that right?”
His tongue smoothly slipped over his bottom lip. Bleu leaned against the door confidently as he continued to eye me. His hazel orbs rested on my thighs before they dragged back up to my eyes. Damn this man is sexy… I thought. I struggled with what to say back to him.
He casually dug into his suit pocket and pulled out a wad of money contained by a gold money clip.
“Your beauty is striking. It feels intentional but composed if that makes sense to you.”
He stated lowly. Deliberately, he removed the gold money clip then sensually licked his thumb and index finger.
The air between us thickened, I was still lost for words, so I shut my mouth.
I managed to turn in my high heels and lean up against the marble counter in order to feel some sort of security behind me.
“Excuse me if I’m too straight forward for your liking. I don’t believe in wasting time, since I don’t have much of it to give these days.” He gestured calmly with his hands.
His eyes met mine. God this man looked even better up closely.
The rich scent of his cologne smelled like ginger mixed with bergamot; it rolled through the air and penetrated me.
My pulse spiked, he pushed his back off the door.
With his eyes locked on mine, his thumb flicked through the hundred-dollar bills rapidly.
“What’s your name?”
He now stood an inch away from me. I watched him place the money clip back into his pocket as he continued to hold all the bills in his hand. Was this man attempting to pay for the pussy?
I cleared my throat and wordlessly gave him my name.
“Truly.” I uttered.
Every muscle in me wanted to move but I didn’t, I just tilted my head back a little and continued to stare into his tantalizing eyes.
“Truly…” He repeated.
Unintentionally, my thighs clenched tightly together.
“I like that.” He complimented.
Hunger glazed over his eyes, and I wished I could take a step back from him but was already trapped by the counter behind me.
“Five thousand dollars.” He stated sharply.
I felt my arched brows rise in confusion.
“For what?” I frowned.
“Take your panties off, hand them to me. If I like how they smell, I’ll give you even more money to leave this stale ass gala and keep me company for the night.” He pulled his top and bottom lip into his mouth then released it with a low popping sound.
I snapped out of the daze he had me in and chuckled sarcastically.
“Oh—kay…so let me get this straight,” I sucked my tongue.
“No let me get you straight.” He took a step forward closing all the space between us.
“I want to pay you five thousand dollars for your panties; I think that’s very gracious of me since I’m the reason your pussy is wet as fuck right now.” He reached out and I flinched.
It wasn’t out of fear but something far worse…I felt like I’d lose all control if his hands landed anywhere on me. It was already a struggle not to fold right in front of him.
“I want to see if I’m right.” He tilted his head to the side.
“Right about your sweet musky scent…I know it smells ripe, the pussy probably tasty as fuck and well marinated since you stepped foot in this bitch. If I like what I see and smell, I want to take you home…It’ll be well worth your time, and pleasure.
I can have my doctor waiting…you’ll have my paperwork, and I’ll have yours in less than an hour before I can enjoy you thoroughly. ”
His breath fanned across my face before he reached up and caressed the side of my jawline. I should have been repulsed and ready to run for the door far away from his freaked-out ass. If he did this with me, I could only imagine how he got down with other women.
“It’s that easy for you to get a doctor to your house this time of night to test me. What you think this is?” I asked in disbelief.
His hand worked its way to my chin; he squeezed lightly before releasing me.
“We only have one life to live. I think you’re wasting time, trying to stall and convince yourself out of a good money-making opportunity.
I won’t think you a hoe, so get that out of that pretty mind of yours…
all you have to do is accept this five thousand and let me see those panties first so I can decide where do we go from here.
” He stated like it was so simple and easy to do.
“My sister—”
“I don’t know her.” His hand that held the wad of money landed on my chest. “She will be accommodated for her time here tonight.”