Chapter 16
Sixteen
TRULY
Dinner….
“I gotta make you cum every place we go.”
I was currently stuck into a different element. Thanks to Bleu Langston. He tenderly stroked my sex until I came all over his peanut butter leather seats. The city stretched like a sea of stars before us, I felt like I was intoxicated when I was really just high off of him.
I stared out the tinted window; my heart fluttered faster with every street we passed.
My palms were damp; my stomach twisted in excitement and nerves.
I kept reminding myself to calm down and steady my breathing.
I wanted to say forget our date night; I wanted to feel him inside of me.
The smell of my wetness and his weed smoke was thick in the space between us.
Bleu’s damp hand rested on my thigh as he used his hand to navigate his car until we were parked right in front of the restaurant. My eyes widened as I took in the restaurant that loomed right in front of us.
It looked like an all-black glass house. The name ‘Dove House’ was lit up in bright white letters.
“What is this?” I asked nervously.
A few paparazzi lingered near the velvet ropes. Their cameras had already flashed, and I was sure they probably got a couple of bad angles of my nervous face. Bleu studied me for a while; I took in a sharp breath and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds.
O—kay…we really about to do this! Naveah is gonna love seeing me all over the blogs. I sighed.
“A lot of times, those pap smears spot one of my cars and start following me. They won’t be inside, two of my guards will be on standby to make you comfortable. I just wanted tonight as intimate as possible.”
He squeezed my thigh then released it. I giggled at the nickname that he called Paparazzi. Bleu’s sense of humor was as dry as mine, I enjoyed it.
I nodded but was still trying to process being all over the blogs. I wondered if Aubry followed any of the blog pages. I didn’t want or need him seeing me with Bleu and then raising hell.
“Don’t worry,” he said before squeezing my thigh. “I closed the place out for us. The staffs on standby, my guards will remain outside the entire time we’re here.” He continued to talk smoothly.
I looked into his hazel eyes and could see the sincerity inside of them. I forgot who Bleu was, and that was shame on me. Talking on the phone with him all week, I didn’t feel like I was talking to a celebrity. Now that we were way out in the open my nerves stirred.
I thought about all the what if’s and let them start to get the best of me. Then my mind rested on him mentioning closing out the restaurant, just for my comfort. That was super sweet of him, and I knew it had to cost him a lot of money.
As Bleu turned off the engine, the world outside seemed too quiet for a moment, the hum of anticipation thick between us.
The soft glow from the restaurant’s sign reflected in his eyes, making them appear even warmer.
For a split second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to have nights like this with him all of the time.
Where the rest of the city faded away and it was just us.
My nerves eased, carried away by the thought that maybe, just maybe, I deserved a little bit of magic tonight.
Fuck Aubry and fuck those pap smears that will be taking pictures soon as I step out of this nice ass car! I tried to pump myself up.
“I’m ready to have a good night. I don’t care about them, let’s go eat, I’m hungry.” I smiled.
“You sure?” He asked calmly.
I gave small nod then watched him slip out of the car first. In seconds he opened my door as cameras flashed at his back.
I kicked both legs out and just eyed him for a while.
Bleu looked damn good tonight. His outfit was casual but still nice.
He had on a polo pale blue open-collar shirt, black slacks that fit just right and shined expensive dress shoes.
He matched what I had on intentionally and that small gesture made me blush hard.
As if he could read my mind, he smiled down at me. That faint curve of his mouth softened his hard exterior. I grabbed my small clutch, praying to God that I didn’t stumble in front of these people over my bad nerves that flared.
“You don’t want my jacket?” He asked as his eyes traveled to the back seat of his car.
“I’ll be fine.” I smiled.
I stood carefully in the five-inch stiletto heels I had on and quickly adjusted the hem of my dress.
The night air felt cool against my skin.
Bleu stared at me like he was captivated.
It was the same gaze he had back at my house.
His eyes tracked me in slow motion, from my heels up to my face.
Quiet appreciation shone in his eyes; his expression made my stomach flutter.
He grabbed my hand then leaned down to kiss me right on the tip of my nose. Soon as the kiss landed, I could hear gasps followed by flickering lights. My hand fit in his naturally.
I could feel the weight of his attention; his unspoken encouragement gave me the push I needed to step forward with confidence.
Paparazzi voices overlapped with each other as they called out Bleu's name, their cameras flashed relentlessly as they captured every little movement we did.
I squeezed his hand a little tighter, letting his steady grip anchor me through the chaos to the front glass double doors.
For a moment, the flashing lights and shouted questions faded into the background, replaced by a bubble of calm that surrounded just the two of us.
We stepped forward together, side by side, feeling like nothing else mattered but making it inside, where the night could finally begin.
Bleu took us straight to the elevators after having a very firm talk with his two guards who remained at the front door.
Soon as the elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime, a soft breeze welcomed us, and the scene was surreal.
Mini palm trees were spaced apart, the air smelled like jasmine along with grilled spices.
There was twinkling string lights that stretched across the terrace like fallen stars, and the night sky above seemed to shimmer. Bleu didn’t urge me to walk; he let me stand there for a moment taking it all in. His hand still gripped mine as my mouth fell open.
“You like it?” He asked, his deep voice caressed my skin.
“I love it, never been to a restaurant like this before.” I admitted.
He smiled, small and proudly, then finally led me toward a corner table surrounded by glass panels that curved around the booth. A single candle flicked in the center of the table beside a vase with the same pale blue flowers he sent earlier.
Bleu pulled out my chair for me. It was a gesture so simple yet unexpected, I only seen my dad do things like this for my mom.
As I sat down, I looked at him properly in the light, the glow from the city caught the edges of his face, it outlined the shine of his goat-tee beard. His mystical eyes looked relaxed.
Bleu is a little too smooth with it… I thought as I watched him sit across from me.
“This is really nice, Bleu. Do you always rent out restaurants for dinner?” I asked.
He licked his lips and smiled just as a beautiful short waitress walked up with a bottle of champagne. She greeted us, gave us her name then filled our glass flutes. She walked away as fast as she appeared. I focused back on Bleu and the question I asked.
“My mother does it a lot, I only do it when I want peace. I’m used to people watching me, they know for the most part I ignore.
I’m not here to impress nor be their idol.
I just love the fashion side of things and creating unique smells for people to feel special.
” He answered with his gaze dropping down to my cleavage.
“I gotta make you cum every place we go.”
My breath caught in my throat as his words from earlier echoed through my mind. When? I unintentionally licked my lips.
“I wanted tonight to be about you. That’s okay?”
Bleu bit his bottom lip and released it, he sat up in his seat, interlocked his hands on top of the table.
“It’s okay with me, I just don’t know if Aubry is going to see us in the media and then he will try to do some weird shit with Lo Lo since—”
“Don’t mention him while we are here.” He cut me off sharply.
Anger flared in his eyes; he unclasped his hands then picked up his champagne flute. He downed the bubbly in two gulps then placed the flute back on the table.
“I’m going to mention him sometimes, Bleu. I told you that he’s a lot to deal with.” I pressed further.
“To you he’s a lot to deal with. For me, he’s a speck of lint. My lint gets rolled away easily, Truly. So don’t mention that boy while we are enjoying our evening. Aubry will be taken care of soon.”
His tone was icy; I didn’t like how it made me feel.
It was the way he said Aubry would be taken care of soon that didn’t make me feel so good.
Granted, I didn’t like Aubry at all, but he was Lolani’s father.
I had to make things clear really fast so that no harm or childish games would come Aubry’s way.
“Listen to me, Thickumz.” Bleu’s voice cut through my thoughts.