Chapter 3 #2
I was from the streets, but knew a thing or two about expensive shit, which was why my body was currently covered in a Tom Ford suit, tailored to fit me.
The Miglia Rolex on my wrist let people know I deserved to be here.
The funny thing was I’d passed some of these same arrogant ass fucks at my gym once a week and they didn’t even acknowledge me.
But tonight, they smiled and offered their acceptance.
That was somthing I couldn’t rock with, but I promised baby girl I would be here.
Orin and I made eye contact. She finished her conversation and made her way over to me.
She glided my way seductively, and when she was in my personal space, my hand found the small of her back, while her hands pressed against my chest. She kept them there for a second before they moved down and she pecked my lips.
“Ten more minutes and we can go. After that, I’m all yours,” she said with a smile.
“Aight, cool. You know I’m bored as fuck and these people in here keep staring at me, trying to figure out how I got past security in the first place.” I delivered a crooked smile and she laughed.
“You look amazing, and your presence screams money. They know you belong here, Trooper. They’re staring at you because you’re sexy as fuck and that print in your pants has these dried up pussies in here moister than they’ve been in years.”
Unable to control my laugh, I shook my head and did a quick glance to see if anyone was close enough to hear what Orin had just said to me. It was true, but she still didn’t need to be saying that shit out loud.
“You’re wild as fuck, Orin, and if these people knew you talked like that, they would stop inviting you to this ritzy ass shit. That might be true, but the way I made my money doesn’t fit the bill for what they consider acceptable.”
With a smug grin and slight shrug, she kissed me again. “Used to make your money, Trooper. That’s not your life anymore,” she said as she stepped away from me.
“That’s always gonna be my life, Orin. I’m a fucking OG.” I winked at her and she smiled.
“Ten minutes then we can go,” she said as she backed away and turned to leave.
I decided to head to the bathroom before we left, figuring she would be ready to bounce by the time I was done.
Once I finished and entered the ballroom, I searched for Orin, hoping she was ready to roll when I felt someone watching me.
Being who I was, I never stepped out unless strapped, so regardless of where I was, my hand moved to my hip while I tried to connect with whoever was watching me.
Moments later, a smirk crossed my face when I made eye contact with my admirer.
With her hair pinned up and a few strands falling around her oval shaped face, Sophie appeared alone, even though she was surrounded by a group of three men eagerly vying for her attention while she looked my way lustfully.
I couldn’t deny that she looked amazing dressed in a strapless, black leather dress that hugged her body like a glove and stopped just above her knees. Her neck sparkled from the diamonds circling it, matching the string around her wrist.
She was beautiful—I couldn’t deny that—but beautiful wasn’t enough for me. I had a phone full of beautiful women, so I winked at her, which caused her to drop her head a little and pretend to focus on the men with her.
“Do you know Sophie?” Orin’s soft voice and her hand slipping into mine brought my attention to her.
“Nah, not really. We’ve met,” I said nonchalantly before I kissed her cheek. “You ready?”
Orin glanced at Sophie, which prompted me to as well. She smiled politely at us and I felt Orin’s need to question me, but she knew better. She knew who we were, and regardless of how she felt about me, she understood her role. So she let it go.
“Yes, and the second I’m out of this dress, I will properly thank you for suffering through this.”
I chuckled at her offer. “It wasn’t that bad, but don’t let that stop you.”
“That’s what I thought,” she said as we stood waiting for the valet to bring my truck around.
As soon as it showed up, I opened the door for Orin while the driver hopped out and made his way to me.
I opened the glove compartment to make sure it was really my shit.
As soon as I laid eyes on my customized titanium nine, I shut it again and reached into my pocket for cash.
I handed over a twenty to the attendant, who nodded.
“Thank you, sir. Have a good evening,” he announced as I rounded the front of my truck to climb in.
“What was that all about? You don’t really think they would steal from you, do you?” Orin questioned since I had checked my glove box.
“Shit, you never know.”
“Trooper, really?” she said, reaching toward me and running her hand from my shoulder down my arm.
“Hell yeah, really. I don’t trust nobody. Not even your ass,” I said with a smirk.
Orin laughed and relaxed in her seat. She knew it was true; she wouldn’t question that.
The entire drive to my place I thought of Sophie.
She was too sexy to be so uptight. I had a good mind to pay her another visit and let this dick fix that for her, but she couldn’t handle it or me, so tonight I would let Orin ride me until she tapped out, then I’d send her home.
After that, I planned to take my ass to sleep.