I loved him not for what he did but for who he was. I met him on a Friday. The thirst that circulated the room had not been filled by the sex on the beaches that flowed freely.
“ I like your set,” I said as I walked past him towards the bathroom.
“ I’m sorry sweetheart what was that?” he asked over the droned out sounds of Waka Floka’s No Hands.
“ I said I like your style you carry it very well,” I smirked.
“ O really? I like yours too and something tells me that I might like you,” he smiled back, “ Do you mind if we go to a private place and talk?”
“Not at all I’d enjoy a nice conversation,” I replied as I winked.
He escorted me over to the VIP section of the club. His fraternity brothers gazed at our encounter. My low cut shirt playfully grazed the top of my seven jeans. My outfit wasn’t that of thirst but one of quenching.
His confidence peaked as he noticed the sets of eyes that looked up and down and landed on my thighs. The jeans hugged them tightly, giving a small peak of what lied underneath. He wasn’t falling for me he loved me, the spark in his eyes confirmed it.
“So what’s your bottle of choice?” he asked.
“ I’m one to break your wallet babe,” I cautioned him.
“ And?” he retorted cockily.
“ And i’d like either some Ciroc or a glittery bottle of Moet,” I requested.
With two fingers of motion to the bartender both of my requests were granted.
“ So what’s your name? Who are you young lady?” he asked.
“ I’m known by a few names baby, wifey, but you can call me Kynny,” I responded with a coy smile.
“Well wifey, my I’m Trent,” he said as he poured my first glass of Ciroc and pineapple, “ So what are you into?”
“ Besides you?” I responded sipping sweetly on the drink he made.
“ Smooth,” was all he could manage to say.
“ I’m a woman of many talents. Educated, pursuing my masters, a writer, published in fictional writing, and adventurous always keeping an open mind. How about yourself?”
“ I’m an educated man myself. Currently getting my Ph.D and adventurous as well when it comes the company I'm with. No children, no spouse, no baggage just me.”
Impressed by the rep my interest was further peaked. To find a man without children or baggage is equivalent to finding Al Queda without terrorists, inevitable.
“ Do you have kids?” he asked.
“ Do you see a ring on my finger?” I responded.
“Touche’ little lady.”
As we polished off the first bottle of Ciroc the Moet became our second accomplice to engaging in affairs. We continued to get to know one another and talked as if we had known each other for years.
“ I’m not going to lie, I light weight like you.”
“ I like you too babe, the feeling is definitely mutual.”
“ Nice, can I show you a good time?”
“ This isn’t good?” I asked innocently.
“ This is just the preview,” he responded leaning in to kiss me passionately on my cheek. The kiss had me yearning for more, hoping that my cheek wasn’t the only place to be tagged with his lips.
“ Join us? Bring your girls too if you are feeling froggy,” he laughed.
I motioned for the crew to come join the extravaganza. The pitter pat of stilettos graced the floor as my crew peaked through the thirst and established a new level of woman, sophisticated and ready.
We left the lounge and laced the streets. Being the gentlemen he and his crew pulled up in their luxury cars, opened the doors, and invited us for a comfortable evening filled with what ifs and what could be’s.
As we rode through the streets, the lights hit every quality of him that made me fall so easily. From his chiseled chin, to the muscles that peaked from him sweater, I felt my being becoming caught up. He was the mission and I was his Tom Cruise hoping pursuing the impossible, a relationship on the first night.
We entered the Embassy dolled up with class. The smells of Chanel andMicheal Kors perfume mixed with the Versace and Aramni colognes permeated the elevator. The vibe was all the way live and we we were high on each others journey’s of life.
We exited on the twelfth floor. Sky-lined views of the city ushered us into the presidential suite. Bottles lined the bar and flat screens cascaded the walls. His buddy started the music and vibe floated through the room.
“ What can I make you ladies? As you can see you can have whatever you like,” he playfully sang as he pointed towards the bar.
“ I’ll take goose and cranberry,” one said.
“ Double that!” said another.
As the rest of the group mixed their elixirs Trent sat comfortably next to me. He placed his arm around my shoulders and asked, “ And what can this man get you my lady?”
“ I just want you on the rocks,” I responded.
“ That can be arranged, especially since I want to ice you up, and I don’t mean the melting kind,” he smiled.
Sets of stilettos began to sprawl across the floor. As the night drew on, cards flew through games of spades and Bid Wist.
“ We are outta here,” one of my girls said as three of my other friends lined up at the door.
“ We’ll take you ladies back, “ one of his boys said, “ Besides you two need some alone time.” He smiled.
As the room emptied the party vibe calmed and the romance entered in. He rubbed my shoulders and snaked down to my feet causing my body to instantaneously release. After rubbing me down he held me, without game but lovingly.
“ What do you think about me thus far Ms. Kynny B?”
“ I think you are the perfect lyric to my melody.”
“ Well said my queen. Would you like me to take you home, I don’t want to ruin this good thing.”
“ Strange, I feel like I'm already there,” I responded.
He laughed, “ O really? Let me get you something more comfortable would a tee and some shorts be satisfying?”
“ For the living room yes, but I like to sleep in just my t-shirt and panties,” I said honestly.
“ Boxers are my only article of clothing so I understand, “ He said as he got up from the couch.
While he fetched my night time attire, I began to think. The Ciroc began to wear off as remnants of the Moet buzzed ever so lightly.
Ok Kyn what are you thinking? I began to question consciously. He doesn’t seem psycho but the boxing you’ve done will handle his aggression quickly.
“ Here we are,” he said as he handed me a frat shirt and shorts. I went into the bathroom to change folded my dress properly and placed my Baker’s heels on top. I unpinned my tightly wrapped bun and let my naturally curled hair fall to my shoulders. Once I entered the living room I noticed his changed attire as well. He sat on the couch in his basketball socks, shorts, and t shirt flipping through the latest updates of ESPN.
“ I’m not just saying this, but you look sexy,” he smiled.
“ Thank you babe,” I responded.
“ Shall we watch a movie in my room?” he asked hesitantly. I was turned on by his gentlemen tendencies. He didn’t force the night he went with my feelings.
“ Sure,” I smiled.
Within two minutes of the previews the cuddling up had become a finger frenzy. I explored each part of his body allowing my hands to brush against his abs and then lightly graze his package. His strength impressed me. Although he held his calm demeanor his heart was racing. His pulse tensed and hurried as his blood emitted the heat he was feeling.
“ May I hold you as we sleep?” he asked
“ As long as you promise not to let me go,” I responded
“ Pinky swear,” he whispered into my ear and then kissed me on my neck, “I’ve never felt this way and i’m going to be honest I think my love for you is developing.”
“Then let it be,” I said, “ for it will be accompanied with the love I am developing for you.”
His muscled arms held me tighter and we fell asleep. No sex, no lust, just the loving we both craved for eternities.
The next morning I awoke to a note on my nightstand.
I enjoyed you, breakfast will be here in a few, meet me at Tiffany’s around noon. -T.R.
I took my time, dressed in the robe that laid across the chase by the window in his room and ate the fresh fruit, waffles, eggs, and bacon he ordered for me.
At noon I met Tiffany and picked out our first promise ring. No expectations just with the content feeling of falling in love in less than 24 hours.
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