Page 4 of Beautiful Harmonies

He kept going, thankfully, and I approached the carpet after him with my mother. “Ooooh. There’s Deontray.”

“Mm hmm,” I said as I stared at him, watching him pose for the cameras.

The man was fine as hell. I could watch him all day. After my mama and I posed for the first set of cameras, we proceeded to the next. My mama leaned in closer to me and said, “He keeps looking at you.”

“I know. I told you what he said. Unfortunately, I’m somewhat aware of his reputation.”

“Yeah, you told me back at the hotel. But could it be he’s that way because he hadn’t found who he’s looking for yet?”

“That’s possible.”

I smiled brightly as my mama took a step back so the media could get pictures of me alone, then she rejoined me for more pictures. We continued doing that until we were about to get to the last one. When I saw Deontray standing there looking at me, I got nervous as hell. My mama squeezed my hand as we walked toward him.

“Hello, Miss Kamari! I asked Deontray to wait for you to join us. When I saw him, I asked him if he was familiar with you. He smiled big and started singing one of your songs. I thought it would be great to get a picture of the two of you.”

I smiled big. “Well, what song did you sing, Mister Deontray?”

He licked his lips then smiled. “I sang ‘Love Me First.’ It’s one of my favorites of yours.”

“Well, thank you!”

“Miss Kamari, are you familiar with Deontray’s music?”

“How could I not be?” I thought for a moment then sang, “Your body is a work of art. The Monalisa ain’t got shit on you, girl. Your presence moves my soul. I need you to be a part of my world.”

Deontray’s eyes widened because I lost my normal twang when I sang. I sounded like an R&B artist, if I had to say so myself. “That was one of my favorites of his. ‘Work of Art’ is the cleanest anyway. One of my other favorites isn’t appropriate to sing on TV.”

The reporter laughed. “Can you at least tell us the title of it?”

“Mm hmm. ‘Fire’ is that song. It’s… whew, chile!” I said while fanning myself with my hand.

Deontray chuckled as he unashamedly stared at me. “Thank you two for being cool with this. Can we get a picture now?”

I smiled up at Deontray as he glanced at my mama. She was standing there looking all googly eyed. I almost rolled my eyes. He put his arm around my waist, and I turned to the side to show off my split. It literally came to my waist. When I shifted my weight so the dress would fall open, he glanced down at my leg and said, “Damn.”

We smiled and took the picture then waited for my mama to join us. “Deontray, this is my mother, Katrina. Mama, you obviously know Deontray.”

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you,” she said.

He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. “It’s nice to meet you as well. I see where Kamari gets her beauty.”

My mama had the audacity to blush. “Well, if I must toot my horn.”

I side-eyed her. “Don’t make me call Caleb.”

She gently nudged me. “Hush, girl. I can fangirl.”

I slowly shook my head as Deontray held out his arm for my mother to loop hers around. She stuck her tongue out at me and allowed him to escort her inside while I laughed. I was happy Deontray didn’t make that moment awkward. I wished I could have heard him sing my song like he’d heard me sing his. I could only wonder if the man was as gifted as he sang about. Some of the lyrics in “Fire” had me sitting in front of the fan with my legs spread.

My mama released his arm and made her way to Tiana and Mulan. My agent was able to pull some strings and get seats for them since I was nominated for five awards, one of them being artist of the year. I was elated to know that I had been nominated in that category, as well as best country album.

Deontray grabbed my hand, grabbing my attention as well. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you. You look handsome.”

I scanned his body quickly, admiring how his black suit was tailored to fit him perfectly. He did the same to me, but his scan wasn’t as quick. It seemed everywhere his gaze touched heated up with desire.Geeze.The man was turning me on, and I knew as soon as I got home, I’d have to free my dildo from its confines to douse my fire… somewhat.

“The way you sang my song was perfect. You could sing R&B if you wanted to.”

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