Chapter Eight Solae Diamond Santiago
Clothes flew in every direction across my bedroom.
Shid, even a shirt caught the damn ceiling fan. Thank God it wasn't on.
Here I was making a mess everywhere, trying to find my dress, hoping it did a lot without doing the most.
Tonight was Crown's Riding for the Cause all-gold party, a fundraiser for families, needy children, and upcoming Black business owners.
I had been so busy, as always, I couldn't remember where I put the dress I bought for the event.
Shit!
It was like a light bulb went off in my head.
Sliding my feet into my slippers, I rushed downstairs, slung open the hallway closet, and there it was waiting for me to put it on.
I was so proud of this dress.
Making a pit stop, I poured a hefty double shot of Patron and threw it back to smooth out my anxiousness. Happy that I'd already showered and moisturized, I held my dress in the air and stepped back to admire it.
The gold dress was long with a halter neckline made of a thin gold chain that danced down my back and gave it an elegant, I'm money feel.
It hugged my curves like a baby hugging their mama's leg.
It dipped low in the front, leaving just enough to anybody's imagination.
It almost put you in the mindset of a gold chandelier.
Settling on putting my pink hair into a bun and leaving a few curls out to frame my face, I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath.
My phone vibrated in the bottom of my small, gold-plated designer purse.
Trelin's name flashed across the screen.
I knew it was way too soon after the whole Marcus bullshit, but it wasn't going to stop me from living my best life.
That included finding my happiness even if it was temporary.
Heading downstairs, where my heels and keys were, I swung the door open. Greeting him with a sexy grin.
Trelin stood there with a bouquet of white and gold roses with added shimmer.
My face began to feel hot, and I knew I was blushing.
This man cleaned up out of those IT clothes real nice.
His tux was black with a silk gold shirt and gold accents.
That gold against his chocolate skin did him justice.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
Mentally, I started counting numbers, trying to remember the last time I had a body-shaking orgasm.
Drawing a blank.
Trelin looked at me, and I looked at him.
He must've read my eyes.
Before I knew it, he swaggered over to me and left no space between us.
"Damn," I whispered.
He smirked, walking me over to the bed.
"Sit down, my baby."
He had a little country twang in his voice that I loved.
Well, baby...
This man got on his knees, hiked that gold dress up like gift wrap, and admired my body for a second.
"Now why you ain't got no damn panties on, huh?"
He gave me that million-dollar smile that warmed my heart.
My head fell back in anticipation.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Minutes later, my entire body trembled from the pleasure.
I rode that wave.
My body shivered while he stayed calm and in control. He sucked on my clit like he was sucking on a butterscotch candy.
I started panting and tangling my fingers in his locs, finally cumming so damn hard my body shook.
"Phew... damn," escaped my lips.
Trelin stood up unzipping his dress pants.
Then...
Buzz.
Buzz.
Trelin's face changed.
Before I could ask why, he nodded toward my buzzing phone.
"Your boyfriend calling you, ain't it?"
Shimmying my dress back down, I walked over to my phone.
"That's my best friend, Crown."
I shot Trelin the saltiest look I could manage.
"What, Crown?" I answered the phone, irritation thick in my voice.
"Solae... hello? You there?"
"Yes, Crown."
My voice softened just a little.
"Oh, okay. For a second, I thought somebody stole your phone."
Music thumped through the speaker, mixed with the chatter of people in the background.
"Oh, shit."
I pulled the phone from my ear, panic kicking in.
I was late.
Sitting down to put on my gold chunky-heeled, pointed-toe Dior slingbacks, I smoothed out my gown.
Rubbing my hand over my hair, it still ate.
Snatching my keys and purse, I looked over at Trelin with a look that said I wish your ass would say something slick.
He must've taken a class in body language because, without a word, he put his shirt and suit jacket back on.
We headed out the door, deciding to take my pink Kia.
I followed Trelin to the gala after I texted him the address.
I was always going to take my own car in case I wanted, or needed, to leave.
Judging by the look on his face, he wasn't going to be around long.
And Crown damn sure wasn't going anywhere.