DOOMED
From the VIP section across the venue, I stalked and hawked her. The light touched her in the best of places, highlighting innate elegance and eminence. Puffy ass lips. Playful onyx brown rounds, with those chubby ass cheeks. She was unreal and ethereal, from the crown to the physique.
Stunning .
Cocoa skin gleamed like the treasure it was. An immodest chocolate dress paired well with her flesh, giving an illusion of nudity. The subtle makeup highlighting her lips and eyes gave access to natural regal features.
Stunning .
Visibly, she was all that and more, but a man like me sought the gems of a woman’s mind. Where a woman’s head rested determined my level of interest. Serenity’s wealth held deep roots. Big petals. Sweet fruit. Her trove of treasure was strung beside her heart. A compassionate soul, zeal was threaded in her love for others, and she’d made it her life’s work.
Delicate .
She leaned into her softness, allowing it to lead in the appropriate settings. Soft but not brittle. She was an assertive soul. Though similar to Mya, she knew when to dial it back. All that attitude, that struggle dissipated when her eyes were on me. Focused. Invested. Impressed, she was. A woman who could accept guidance. A woman who could be led.
Astute .
For an hour, I listened to her gush over the spa she owned and operated, fighting the inclination to be impressed. Fighting the inclination to be too possessed, too obsessed, too enmeshed in the fucking web of wonder. A working woman with a heart for others. Such a prototype was rare.
Intelligence on a woman was yet another aphrodisiac. It enhanced her greatly, setting her apart from everyone else. A woman well-versed in subjects beyond Louis, Dior, Chanel, and BBLs, Serenity’s mind was both imposing and engrossing. Juxtaposing with her beauty… Goddamn . When her tongue moved, the surrounding world tuned in. The way she composed her thoughts, a fucking symphony came floating out.
Confident .
An admirable authority, she knew how to lead a pack and dominate. She excelled at accomplishing whatever task she set her heart to achieve. Where such a driven personality could be intimidating to those of a different lane, I admired that ambition. Approval of others was neither sought nor required. A woman at the peak of her world. She governed it flawlessly.
True femininity was nonperformative. She operated from a place of loving her fucking self. No scars loomed on her, as far as I could see. Nothing and no one would obstruct her stride. Her style, unlike the masses, revealed she was far from a sheep. Mindfulness was her frequent sustenance. Self-care was her ritual. Self-awareness was her bible. Know thyself . She read the book of Serenity daily.
Pretty ass lips.
That smile.
Those eyes
Her mind.
A goddess .
Beyond the physical, her spiritual posture was worthy of veneration. Her presence was sacred, and everyone was aware. Those eyes. Wide eyes. Bright eyes were a gift from the divine. A genuine nurturer with a passion for inner progression. With a desire to be of service to the greater good, she walked in alignment with a celestial purpose. “ One-of-one ,” she claimed, and rightly so.
From the moment I left her until I’d assumed my seat across the club, I’d been in a trance. It was no different than that night months back at Genevieve .
Captivating .
She stole the fucking wind from my chest. Held hostage each breath. Placed my thoughts under arrest.
Covered in an eye mask, I couldn’t see her. Couldn’t place my finger on it, but she was familiar. Someone I’d known or been acquainted. Maybe someone I’d recently dated. Then the mask fell. The elastic broke, and I saw her. Back and forth, my gaze roamed from the woman I was inside of to the woman in the crowd. I saw her. Deafeningly loud, guilt and disgust prevailed. I’d been assailed because I saw her. A silent reproach, it was as if she expected better from me.
Fiery .
It was in her gaze. Her parted lips. Her bated breath. I couldn’t take the heat. The desire. The need. The frenzy. The envy. It grew, attempting to stifle every soul in the room. Dismissal was the only option. And yet it blitzed my chest in her absence. She didn’t belong there. I couldn’t allow it. Not once recognition hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. She didn’t belong in a place like Genevieve .
She reminded me I didn’t belong in a place like Genevieve .
What the fuck was she doing there ?
What the fuck was she doing here?
Trapped, I was in a loop of possibilities and what-ifs should I decide to pursue her. A host of freaky shit. Mayhem. Chaos. Bliss . Those thoughts were red flags surrounded by her. A big ass green flag. Interrupting her excellence wasn’t listed on my catalog of desires. From afar, I’d admire her and do my best not to disturb again.
Without a paddle, it seemed she was from the moment I left her side at Sin . Several men approached in my absence, prepared to tap-dance at her will with a grin. She gifted them undeserved kindness, but no one dared join her as I had.
Go home, Busy Bee .
Silently, I made the request.
Assertive but submissive. Sensual but tame. A woman with her own bag. One hundred miles an hour, she jetted, carrying a load of stress. Armed with such knowledge, I wanted to establish my presence in her life despite myself. A woman who wouldn’t use me. A woman I could take care of. A woman who would care for me. A woman I could introduce ease to. A busy bee but a queen bee all wrapped in one…
I wanted her .
Distance would prove an impossible fucking task. Already, she’d made a mess of my head.
I wanted her .
To the point of distraction, she’d consumed my thoughts since leaving the VIP section across the room.
I wanted her .
Not for a casual night of sex. Without question, our fire would be intense and immense, but there was more there. There was softness and safety. There was a home for vulnerability. There was a space for intimacy.
Eternally and perpetually, I wanted her .
“D3?”
Hunter’s gaze followed mine. Locating the object of my attention, he smirked while dragging me from my musings.
“You plan to add your hot take or ogle Pre’s sister all night?”
“Fuck you. What’s the math on this management restructuring project you all are pursuing?”
We’d been discussing a change in ownership of Genevieve since I left Serenity. The business was established by myself, Prime Hermès, Hunter, and Logic. We were all silent owners. Logic was giving up his stake, as was Prime, though his brother was a proxy in his absence.
A round of chuckles cycled through our section. Finalizing their teasing at my expense, we got down to business. Forty-five minutes passed without us agreeing on anything. The meeting had been a waste of fucking time. The time would have been better wasted on Busy Bee. Throughout our discussion, my eyes continued to wander to the crown jewel of the Miller Family.
Three times, she yawned, stretching her lips wide. In the most sensuous way, her mouth opened. Each time, it excited me as if inviting me and leaving me eager to feel inside. My pornographic thoughts ceased upon realizing I wasn’t the only one with eyes on her. Serenity was a spectacle. The main attraction at the club. Viridescence raced through my veins at the thought of another man conjuring a similar fantasy.
Go home, Bee .
Thirty minutes into my negotiations, she rose from her seat, stretched, yawned, and further prolonged her departure. Thoroughly pleased by what I’d observed, I watched as she grabbed her purse and left.
The clap to my shoulder lugged me out of yet another cyclone of thoughts.
Pierre leaned forward, making his words discreet. “You may as well clear it with Ramsay, OG. Otherwise, you’re doomed.”
Doomed .
An inescapable fate. Whether I cleared my interest in Serenity with her father or not was of little consequence.
I was doomed either way.