Page 21 of Only Fans
My office was two hotel rooms combined in one then converted to an office and sleep space. I spent a lot of time here, so the sleep area came in handy. I also kept a handful of nice outfits to change into because you never knew who was renting a conference room, the penthouse suite, or the new grill rooftop restaurant I incorporated late last year. The best investment I had ever made by far for improving the value of my hotel.
Stepping off of the elevator then onto the beautifully lit up rooftop, I saw a small crowd gathered as more guests continuedto join the dinner party as I headed in their direction in search of my event coordinator. I wanted to introduce myself to the people paying the bill for tonight and personally thank them for choosing my spot before heading down to surprise Tatiana at Navy Pier. I had never crashed anyone’s party before, but I was looking forward to it. Navy Pier wasn’t too far from my hotel, but the traffic downtown could be testy, so once I finished saying hello and making sure all was good, I was gon’ have to hurry up and head out.
I spotted Dewayne, the event coordinator talking to an older couple who I figured were just the people I wanted to meet because they were standing at a table looking over a piece of paper. As I walked up, I was surprised as hell to see Tatiana standing there.
“Hey, boss.” Dewayne waved. “Come meet Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, and Ms. Tatiana, the beautiful birthday girl,” he finished as I locked eyes with Tatiana.
The way she was looking at me you would have thought I caught her with her legs up and a nigga in between them in mid-stroke or something. Looking from Tatiana to who I now learned were her parents, I thought back to the party order that was in the system. I remember it having something on it for a nineteen-year old’s birthday dinner who was turning twenty, not a twenty-one-year-old. It dawned on me that Tatiana had lied about her age and had just turned twenty not twenty-one. Giving her a smirk, I played it off and introduced myself to her and her parents.
I let Dewayne do the majority of the talking to her parents while going over the invoice since I was paying him to be the coordinator while I tried to play off the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Tatiana. Her being twenty was starting to not matter by the second. Baby girl was standing there looking sexy as hell. You could tell she was young, but she also lookedold and mature enough to wanna still fuck. She was dressed pretty classy, which I assumed was because her parents were there. Usually, Tatiana wore very revealing clothes. I mean, just this morning her birthday selfie was a nude. Seeing her dressed classy was a really good look for her and a turn on for me. The nude Bodycon dress she was rocking got a definite response from my body.
Her parents and Dewayne were so wrapped up in the invoice that it left me and Tatiana an opportunity to step away a few feet and speak.
“Despite the fact you lied about your age, you look absolutely amazing. You might not be of age to legally buy alcohol, but you rockin’ the shit out of that fit!” I complimented, causing us both to chuckle.
“If you knew my real age would you have still entertained talking to me?”
“Not at all, shorty!”
There was a pause then she said, “Thanks again for the birthday gift. I was going to tell you about my—” she began but was cut off by the dude that got her hair done.
“Hey baby,” ol’ boy interrupted, stepping between me and Tatiana. Wrapping his arm around her waist then pulling her toward him claiming his lady, he said, “Everybody is looking for the birthday girl. Come on, baby, let’s go mingle.”
“Excuse us,” Tatiana said, giving me a ‘I’m sorry’ look, then walked off.
Watching her ass jiggle as they walked off, dude grabbed a chunk of it then looked back at me and winked his eye. The gesture was juvenile as fuck, but that was to be expected from a rookie. What dude didn’t know was that he had just given me more of a reason to conquer his lady. Feeling my phone vibrate, I saw I had received a text from Tatiana.
Tatiana: Sorry about that. We’ll finish our talk later… I promise
Reading her text, I chose to not reply. She was right, we were going to finish our conversation later. Dude might have been grabbing her ass now, but before the night was over, she was going to be riding my dick.
#Chapter 8
@Tatiana
“What was up with you and dude?” Jamal asked as we headed toward the dinner table.
“Nothing was up. He’s the owner of this place.”
“Oh, ‘cause it looked like y’all knew each other for a minute. I thought for a second you had invited another dude you were kicking it with. Are you texting him?” Jamal asked, starting to turn me off.
“What? Now you’re tripping. Like I said, he is the owner and was talking to my parents at first. You’re the only guy I’m kicking it with, so stop acting silly before that changes! I’ll be back, I’m going to mingle with my friends.”
I walked off, leaving Jamal standing there not because I was trying to be mean, but because I wasn’t about to have anyone or let anything ruin my day. I could see why he was concerned about me and Reggie talking, but at the same time it wasn’t cool for him to step between us like that. Reggie could have been anyone, he could have been a family member, so Jamal shouldn’t have assumed something was going on between us.
Me and Jamal’s little relationship began on the rebound of me being upset with Reggie. Since I was attracted to Jamal and had genuine feelings for him, we wound up sleeping together. At first, I didn’t regret it, but now I was beginning to wish I hadn’t gone there with him. He was showing me a side of himself that I didn’t like, it was a complete switch from earlier today.
When he picked me up earlier, he had impressed the hell out of me. He surprised me with a full beat of makeup at the Bobbi Mac make-up counter in Macy’s and a full salon day package. I got my hair twisted in an updo, and my feet and nails done. He surprised me with a gift that was perfect for a princess and now he was acting like a complete ass. Go figure!
Appetizers were being served as we waited for everyone to arrive for dinner. The guest list for the dinner consisted of my cousins, about twenty of my associates, and of course Trista and Jamal. As my parents mingled with the guests, Jamal managed to whisk me off to a secluded hallway a floor down from the rooftop.
Pinning me against the wall he started kissing my neck. “I’m sorry if I made you mad. The last thing I want to do is upset you on your day.”
“It’s cool.” I moaned as his hands roamed my body, and we started French kissing.
“You’re so pretty, Tati,” Jamal cooed. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my woman.”
Jamal started grinding on me making it super hard to ignore his hard-on. Being that the night was just beginning, and I had Reggie still heavy on my mind, a quickie with Jamal was the last thing I wanted to do. Slipping his hand under my dress, then trying to raise my leg, I stopped him.
