Legacy
LEGACY
The roar of the crowd was deafening, and the bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest. Vibe was killing it on stage with his artists. I stood on the side of the stage, watching the performance, unable to believe where my life was at the moment. I was sober. I was successful. I was surrounded by rich, powerful, influential people. So many women were around me, throwing themselves at me because they knew I was associated with Vibe.
One woman in a tight red dress sidled up to me. Her hand trailed down my arm as she fucked me with her eyes. "Hey, you.”
I lightly scoffed at her aggression. “What up?”
Her voice was barely audible over the music as she said, “We should hang out after the concert.”
I smiled politely, but my eyes drifted back to Bless, who was standing alongside Sky. She was stunning, the most beautiful woman in the arena. She had known what she was doing when she wore that outfit, which accentuated her curves perfectly. I watched as she danced, her face lit up with joy and amazement as she took in the concert. Though she was a few feet away, she felt so close. No matter how much we’d grown, we still hadn’t grown apart.
"Maybe another time," I told the woman, my attention still fully on Bless.
At first, her face painted with offense as if she were shocked that I had shut her down. Any nigga would have been all over her. That tight dress left very little to the imagination. But with Bless in the room, my dick was committed.
Another woman approached a few moments later, blonde and tall, asking if I wanted to go to an after-party. I declined again, my mind occupied with thoughts of Bless as I watched her with the eyes and attention of a stalker. I was hungry and she was my prey.
It made me feel good knowing I had put that smile on Bless' face. Because of my success, she was in places she’d never thought she would be. That reassured me that I was getting back to the man that I used to be. I watched as Sky said something to Bless, and they both laughed, pure happiness radiating from them. As I turned my attention back to the stage, another woman in a shimmering, sheer dress came up to me.
Her hand rested on my shoulder. "You're , right? I heard about you. You run that company, Protective Solutions."
"Yeah, that's me.” I was being friendly but distant because I couldn't keep my eyes off Bless.
"Can I get a picture with you?" she asked with a flirtatious smirk.
"Sure," I said.
She stood next to me and angled her phone to take a selfie. I posed quickly.
“Thank you,” she purred. “Are you on Instagram?”
“Yeah. Just put the business name in the search bar. My page will pop up.”
She nodded, although she looked a bit concerned that her sheer dress hadn’t been able to steal my focus. As she walked away, my eyes skidded back over to Bless. There were so many women backstage, nearly naked, and willing. I could have had any one of them, more than one at the same time. But none of them captured my attention the way Bless did. Watching her, I felt so much pride and possessiveness. She was mine. I needed to make things right with her. We had too much history, too much love, to let it all go to waste.
Right then and there, I made the decision to officially get her back. We could work out the kinks and heal together. I was ready to put in the work, to be the man she deserved. The chaos and excitement of being backstage, surrounded by celebrities, felt like a dream. But none of it compared to the feeling of seeing Bless smile because of me.