2. Myheir Blackwell
Damn.
No other words came to mind. I’ve seen my share of beautiful women, but Ms. Khaleya was in a league of her own. If I was interested in a long-term kind of thing, there was nothing she could have done to change my mind.
I extended my right leg to relieve some of the pressure from my swelling dick in my slacks. Then I picked up my chilled glass of water and the itinerary that I treated like a bible every time I took a plane ride anywhere.
I knew she thought I was being an asshole, but that was far from the truth. I expected things to happen however I saw fit. Is that too much to ask? Not for how much I spent on this damn flight.
I glanced away from the curve of her ass toward the window. For the rest of the flight, I decided to close my eyes to get a nap in before we landed. I had a meeting with one of my closest friends. He was getting married in a few months, and he wanted to go all out with his wedding bands.
When I started Blackwell Fine Jewelry, I didn’t know it would become one of the top jewelry houses in the world. But I made the best connections for top-of-the-line gems and a staff that was rivaled by few others. I took a chance on new and upcoming designers.
I loved the art of turning jewelry into more than just an accessory—into a piece of art as well.
It felt like an hour had gone by before her amber and vanilla fragrance greeted me with a light tap against my shoulder.
“We’re getting ready to land, so I need you to adjust your seat.”
I nodded and stretched as I pulled my chair back into a seated position. I hadn’t even realized I’d adjusted it so much.
Khaleya walked around the cabin, making sure everything was secure before taking the jump seat by the pilot’s door. The usual feeling, when your stomach feels like it drops, came and went as the wheels hit the ground.
I waited a few moments before the light went off, letting me know I could remove my seatbelt. I stood briefly and adjusted my suit.
“I hope you enjoyed your flight with Premier Wings, Mr. Blackwell,” Khaleya said with a soft smile.
The door opened and the stairs were extended as she stood off to the side to let me pass by.
I smirked in her direction.
“I would say so. I’ll see you around, Ms. Khaleya.”
“Don’t count on it,” she mumbled under her breath.
I chuckled and continued out of the plane and down the steps to the black SUV waiting for me at the end of the navy carpet.
I had no intent to convince her of something I knew would happen whether she wanted it to or not.
However much resistance she showed, I knew I’d left just as much of a lasting impression on her as she had on me.
My driver was waiting with the door open as I slid into the backseat.
One last glance in the direction of the plane, and I caught her stare.
So I winked in her direction, causing her to roll her eyes and rush back inside the plane.
I leaned back into my seat with a laugh as the driver closed my door.
“Good afternoon, sir. Is the temperature okay in the cab?” he asked.
“Perfect. I have to be at Blackwell Fine Jewelry headquarters in Beverly Hills within the next thirty minutes. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, sir.”
I nodded, then glanced down at my phone to go over the presentation that should already be set up in my office by the time I stepped inside. Twenty minutes had come and gone. We were pulling up in front of the building, and pride settled in the center of my chest.
I remembered when my pops approached me with ten thousand, then told me to make something successful with it. I’m sure he didn’t expect me to no longer need a dime from him outside of that loan—one that returned with interest included within the first year.
These days, he had to practically beg me to come to meetings regarding the bank. It wasn’t my passion, it was his, but I knew I had a responsibility to it. Especially since I was my parents’ only child, and it had been that way with each Blackwell.
The shit was weird as fuck. I don’t know how they locked in a male heir every generation on the first try. I just knew when it was my turn, I was going to fuck all that up. I had girl-dad written all over me—which would be yet another thing for my pops to bump his fucking gums about.
I shook my head at the thought as my driver opened my door for me to step out. I looked around, then made my way inside. Warm maple tones with gold accents were all throughout the building. I loved a neutral, and you could clearly see that the moment you stepped inside.
“Welcome, Mr. Blackwell,” one of the lead associates called out.
I nodded in her direction as she practically fucked me with her eyes. I made a beeline for the elevator and waited for it to come down. The moment I stepped inside, I scanned my badge, which took me up to my office. I had fifteen minutes before my boy showed up.
The moment I stepped onto my floor, it brought me directly into my office. I made my way over to my desk, and just as I expected, an email was waiting for me, letting me know that the meeting room was all set up for my consultation.
After I checked a few emails, I made my way down to the third floor, and Jace was waiting with a wide smile as he stood to dap me up. Jace was the wide receiver for the Straton Bay Renegades. We’d met in college and stayed friends. Now he was getting married.
“What’s up, Heir!”
“Man, shit. I still can’t believe yo’ ass the first one getting married. I’m still trying to imagine the playboy from college showing the fuck out.”
“You ain’t never lied. It was supposed to be you first. You know yo’ family don’t play about lineage and shit.”
I shook my head as I led him over to the seating in front of the large screen with the different display rings on the table.
“My pops been on my head about it too. According to him, I better not be the first Blackwell to bring a bastard child into the family.”
Jace cracked up at my expense.
“I mean, he not wrong. After that bullshit with—”
“Don’t even say her name in my shit.”
Jace kissed his teeth and took the seat across from me.
I didn’t even play like that, but Jace loved to bring her ass up since his wife was practically her best friend.
“You do know you’re getting ready to see her in just a few months, right?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah, well, it hasn’t happened yet.”
“Mhm, you know I hate to be the one that brings her ass up. But you’re my boy, and I don’t want you caught off guard. You know she’s bringing a plus one, right? You sure you don’t have someone you can bring with you?” he asked.
I pulled the tray of rings closer to me, so I could pull out the examples that were closest to what he wanted to do.
“You do know I’m not in competition with her, right? I don’t need to have someone because she does.”
Jace nodded, then chuckled. “Yeah, aight, I don’t know who you trying to fool.
But not only is she bringing a plus one—supposedly it’s the same dude she left you for, and now they’re preparing to get married.
It’s not a good look if you come with nobody, especially after that shit she hit you with. ”
I hated how right he was. But who the fuck was I going to bring? I had a couple females I fucked with every now and again, but they damn sure weren’t the type you brought to a wedding. Not to mention, I didn’t want them confused, thinking it meant more than what it actually was.
“I hear you. Put me down for a plus one. Now, do you want to get your ring and shit straight, or do you want to continue to gossip like a bitch?” I asked with a smirk and a lift of my brow.
Jace nudged my shoulder and smiled.
No longer talking about Voldemort, I went through the presentation and showed him how I intended to make the rings match the vibe he wanted.
By the end of the meeting, we’d locked in his designs, and I planned to make sure they were ready to go before his wedding.
I would be personally making sure they were ready to be turned in.
With a date.