DIVAS

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*Warning: sexual content

SATURDAY,

The day had ended and the rain clouds began to form just as the weatherman had said. I finalized my finishing touches and threw on a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. I grabbed my duffel bag and went to say goodnight to my baby girl. I kissed her on the forehead before handing her over to my neighbor.

Sometimes when I look at her, I see a slight glimpse of her father and I wasn't sure how to feel. I wondered when I would tell him she was his. Or if I would even tell him. Regardless, I followed Saint's instructions carefully for my own safety. I was to bring one bag only with whatever I need, dress in a hoodie and sweatpants, and met him in the suite at the very top of the tallest building downtown. I waited in silence as the elevator slowly went up floor after floor after floor.

Ding.

 I cautiously stepped out into the empty hallway. The floors were black and grey marble and the walls matched. I glanced up at the unique ceiling reflective glass. Suddenly as I passed the second corner I heard heels clicking violently down the hall and quickly hid behind the corner.

Milani?

She was strutting down the opposite direction in a fit of rage.

"Fuck 'em! I've got plenty of other men willing to pay for me! Who the fuck cancels a party for one fucking bitch?!"Her insults echoed threw the halls.

I waited for the sound of her red bottoms to ultimately wander off before I silently rushed over to the door. Saint said it would be unlocked. Slowly, I cracked open the heavy door. There he was. His tall, dark, silhouette contrasted the grey thundering clouds. The raindrops gradually became thicker as they hit the large floor-to-ceiling windows lining his luxurious penthouse. My eyes snapped when Saint let a purr,

"Lock the door."

Click clack

I pressed myself against the cold door nervously and cautiously.

"Let me see you, covered in my diamonds."

I let the oversized jacket and sweats fall to my ankles. 

Silence.

The glittering rhinestones somehow shined in the dark and dripped over my bare skin like rain. Still, I couldn't make out his face in the dark, but I could feel his eyes carving my fantastic curves into his mind forever. I bent over and unzipped my mini duffle bag. I stepped out of my sneakers and carefully into my matching heels.

Tap tap tap tap.

My pleasers hit the floor while I strutted over to his surround sound speaker, and pressed play for a slow r&b beat to begin. Saint always liked slow meaningful kind of music.  A memory of us dancing in the kitchen to this kind of music flashed into my mind for only a split second. For now, I had to do another kind of dancing. I began my routine strutting towards him. Still, he didn't move. The crystals swayed along with my hips. 

Crack!

Lighting flashed and Saint's starving face was revealed. I flinched at the loud sudden sound.

I continued nonetheless, to shape my body, using my flexibility and surroundings to my advantage. I then gently pulled him over to a chair so I could work my magic. I lowered myself onto his warm thighs. He still had on his infamous suit and tie, only no blazer. Once he made eye contact with me he never looked away and hardly blinked. When I ran my hands over his face he leaned into my touch. I focused as best I could on the routine but the more I looked at him the deeper I sunk into the feeling of nostalgia and want for Saint to come back to me.