The Color Black [an original story]

six

Author's Note: So far, how is the book?

Geneviève stared at her reflection through the bathroom's mirror. The yellow dress, that slightly exposed her cleavage made her look like a million dollars. Black invited her to the Diamond Ball and made sure she was dressed to impress. Geneviève decided that she wasn't ready to move in with Black. She still loved her apartment and her own space.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Reynolds." She heard a lady say and she turned around. She slightly smile at the last name, even though it wasn't true. -"Your husband is out here waiting for you, and was wondering if you were okay?"

Geneviève stepped away from the sink and walked over to the bathroom door. She went outside to see Black standing with a drink in his hand. His eyes fixated on her before smiling.

"You okay?" He whispered in her ear. He fixed the necklace he brought around her neck. Geneviève was glammed from her head to her toes. Everything she was wearing, Black purchased.

"I'm okay, I was just feeling sick." Geneviève lied. Black handed her his drink and she took a quick sip. Hand in hand, they walked into the ballroom. Geneviève became amazed. She never seen anything like it. She noticed a few familiar famous faces as Black took her over to three men.

Black greeted himself, then he greeted Geneviève. She noticed when she be around Black's entourage, he never let her speak. He does all the talking for her and comes out with big lies.

"Baby, I want you to go over there and greet yourself." Black said, pointing to three women. -"Don't say anything stupid, leave me a good impression." Black stated, before slightly pushing Geneviève.

Geneviève started to walk over to the women. She noticed one of the women pointing her out, and that made all of them look over at her. Being the woman she is, she plastered out a nice greeting smile. -"Hello, I'm Geneviève Daniels."

"Aren't you with Black Reynolds?" One of them asked. -"You must be like us?" She further asked.

"Excuse me? What do you mean about that?" Geneviève raised an eyebrow.

"Famous. Worth some money. Do you sing, act, model?" Another of the women asked. Geneviève could tell what these type of women were. Geneviève was tired of lying.

"I don't do none of that. I work at a call center." She responded and the women looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, you said a call center. Like a place where you sit down and answer calls. Are you sure you with Black Reynolds?"

Before Geneviève said anything, she looked back to see Black staring at her. -"Yes, I'm most definitely with Black Reynolds. Is there a problem?"