Page 34 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Red looks good on you, friend,” she complimented. I wore a black Alexander Wang tuxedo with a red blazer and black dress shirt with a red bow tie. My shoes were black, suede Alexander McQueen.
“Thanks, sis. You don’t look too bad yourself.” She rocked an all-black glittery gown that was in a V shape in the front and back and swept against the floor.
“Don’t I?” she asked, doing a spin.
“Bighead ass.”
“Whatever. But umm, we keep secrets now?”
I frowned. “What you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you and Layne being an item, and you didn’t tell me.”
“Who told you that?”
“Doesn’t matter. You didn’t, so I feel a way about that.”
“I know Denny told you. Nigga been trying to push up on her lately, so I had to let him know she’s off-limits.”
“Homie seemed a little salty about it. But I expect nothing less from his hating ass.”
“I’m sure he is. His ass always been aggressive when it comes to something he wants. Hopefully he has enough respect for me not to fuck with her after I warned him.”
“That serious, huh?” She smirked.
I looked away to hide the smile that threatened to form on my face, because knowing my best friend, she’d clown me. “She’s everything I ever wanted in a woman. Soft, beautiful, smart, and funny. We can sit and talk about anything for hours, and I never get bored with her.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet, bestie! I’m happy for you. I knew you were smitten by her when ya ass bought that damn Maserati. Now, was I right about what she tastes like?”
She tastes like the sweetest piece of grapefruitI’d ever had.
I wasn’t telling her ass that though.
“I’m not doing this with you, E. You’ll never know what she tastes like.”
She laughed. “Fine. I already know I’m right though. She’s a good look for you.”
“I agree. We’ve been keeping shit quiet around here because she doesn’t want a rep. Even though I don’t give a fuck about what any of them has to say, I still want to respect her wishes.”
“Damn . . . She really got you moving different. I think I might be in love with her ass too!”
“E, get the fuck out.” We laughed and headed toward the door.
“Oh, I invited my baby mama. I’m going to introduce you to her.”
I pressed the button to the elevator. “Oh, you decided to play step mama after all?”
“Hell nah. At least not yet. We’re still new, and I ain’t ready. If shit works out between us, then I’ll meet them little rugrats.”
“You calling your love interest kids rugrats is diabolical, sis.”
“Her letting a nigga put three babies in her is diabolical. The fuck?” I laughed as we got on the elevator.
Once we made it to the fifth floor and the doors opened, I smiled wide at the layout and decor. Everything looked classy—elegant. Just like the woman who put all of this together. “Encore” by Cheryl Lynn was sung by the artist we found atEssence.
The drop chandeliers, black, white, and gold drapes hanging from the ceiling, to the stage that had the band and singer we hired, to the champagne fountain in the middle of the floor, and food display looked beautiful. I could tell my baby put a lot of thought into this, which made me want to bless her account with more money and pussy with more dick.
Mitchell Wilder, also known as Mitch, spotted me first. He was a silent partner in the company and never attended these events, because he told me he had social anxiety. I understood because I didn’t like being around a lot of people either.
