Hennessy

Damien

Peacefully asleep, my body resting from the long hours of paperwork, long meetings and being in and out of court. The sound of laughing fills my ears as I grew more irritated. My eyes tiredly shooting open, getting up from the bed, putting on a sweat shirt before making my way down stairs. I'm met with my wife Aria and a group of her snobby friends. "Damien!" She calls out happily, "honey, you up already " she smiles placing a gentle kiss on my cheek, taking everything in me not to roll my eyes. "hey baby, I told you I needed to rest since I've been having a lot of late nights" I whisper in her ear, "I know, I'm sorry I couldn't help but have the ladies over so they could see our new foyer design" she says proudly, "come say hi" she says pulling me towards them.

As one would have guessed, my name is Damien Carter. I'm thirty-two years old, and I own one of New York's top law firms that deals with both criminal law and corporate law. Aria, my wife and I have been married for almost eight years. She is a beautiful successful woman that owns her own modelling agency. She manages the modelling careers of the major stars she has scouted. She looks like a model herself, petite with curves in the right places, tall, light skinned, sharp nose, her eyes wide that seem to sparkle whenever she smiles. One could say we are the 'perfect couple'.
Our careers are both striving, we are very much privileged. Being one of the top and not only that, but BLACK corporate lawyers around the city, my wife and I have the life that many could only dream of, but there's a shift that has happened in our marriage. The simple woman I married, the one that loved simplicity, and was genuine is no longer there. Now it's always about the money and how we can look better for the public, and flex on her rich friends that are housewives and have nothing better to do than tear each other down. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, in fact I'm still attracted to her. She's a gorgeous woman, she takes care of herself, she's literally the perfect woman. Hard working, sexy, feminine, everything a man could dream of in a woman.

"Hi Damien" her friend Sarah smiles, "hi ladies, how are you" I smile. "My husband asked me to tell you that we need to host that dinner soon, you guys haven't seen each other since forever" Alicia one of her friends says, giving her a polite smile, "tell Mike I will make time" . "Oh honey, I'm sure you hungry, would you like me to dish up for you" Aria asks, "Uhm...thinking about it, I said I would meet the guys for lunch, I better go get ready" I say giving her a peck on her cheek before going back upstairs.

Making my way inside the closet. Going for a simple all black outfit. A black Armani turtle neck , black jeans and black Versace sneakers. Walking over to my watch collection, my eyes scanning the different brands that lay before me, choosing to go through the Blancpain collection. Going for the large silver piece as I placed it next to my outfit. Undressing, I make my way to the bathroom. My dark complexion apparent. I'm society's standards of what we would call a 'high value man'. My body fit as I lift weights,  I spend most of the time at the gym if not at work. Standing at 6ft, my hair cut in a fade, many thought I had work done on my teeth with how straight and white they are. I take self-care very seriously, and that drove women wild. My eyes dark and piercing, my lips thick, with the perfect button nose. I am very much aware of my looks, but never have I thought of cheating on my wife. Looking down the tattoo on my chest, the paragraph written in cursive on the right side of chest, on my back a large portrait of virgin marry, red tears running down her cheeks as she holds onto the rosalia necklace. The rest of my arms covered in random tattoos. When I'm in a suit, many would never imagine me as a man covered in tattoos, but what many didn't know is the meaning behind them.

"I thought you said you can't join us today" my cousin Bryson says as he exhales the smoke from the cigar. Bryson is my cousin, he's become a brother to me because after losing my brother, his family took me in, my father's brother. Him and his wife treated me like their own and supported my dreams though him and my father did not have a relationship. Bryson runs a successful security company. Hitting the golf ball, paying attention to its direction, "close one" I breathe. Looking back at him and the rest of the guys, taking a sip of my whiskey. "That's because I wasn't, I wanted to rest up but Aria decided to have her friends over, so there was no use staying there" I shrug taking a seat. "Damn is this how it will be when I'm married" our friend Chris says making me chuckle, "trust me bro, enjoy the freedom while it lasts, because after you say I do, they will even pick out your underwear" Bryson says making them chuckle. Chris, same age as I is into real estate, he's always been the down to earth one, soft spoken, good guy. He finally decided to settle down, and honestly, married life suits him. Then there's Darnell, we met Darnell in college. He's a successful club owner, he owns over 15 clubs around the country and is definitely the most successful out of us all.
"Speaking of marriage, bro we need to have your bachelor party soon" Darnell says, the wealthiest yet the wildest out of us all . "There he goes planning on getting us into trouble with our wives" Bryson sighs, "negros have we suddenly lost our balls, do I need to go fetch your balls from your wives" he says making us chuckle. "Look, I'm having my club premier next month, we will finally be open for business and I can't think of a better place to host your party" he says before we can protest, "you negros just need to show up at my place at 7:00, since we are responsible gentlemen I'll get us a driver, and we'll all go there" he says with a smirk, "I'm in" Chris shrugs, "Got nothing to lose" Bryson says, sighing, "come on man, when was the last time you went out, I'm starting to think you modelling for Aria" he says making the guys laugh, "fine" I sigh, "I'll be there" I breathe making them chuckle. "Anyway gentlemen, am I the only one seeing all that" Darnell says biting his lower lip, following his eyes, noticing the group of women dressed in shorts. "There he goes again" I roll my eyes, "fellas, the man's going to hunt" Darnell says walking away from us....