One Day At A Time ( A Justin Combs and Diggy Simmons Story)

Chapter 4

|Elizabeth's POV|

"Are you ready to go, Daniel?" I reiterate for the hundredth time as I grabbed my leather clutch.

He poked his head out from the bathroom door, and I swear I saw and heard his brilliant teeth dazzle and ding. "Yeah."

Seeing him dappled in all black in that sharp suit and snazzy tie always set my core ablaze. It was sexy. I so wanted to cave in, and tell him to take me that very moment.

However, I am Elizabeth Renée Simmons.

I hold grudges like a motherfucker, because my pride stays on ten.

I had to keep my facade on. So I smirked snidely, "For someone who doesn't want to go, you sure look dressed to impress. It took you forever to get ready."

"Life of a Jetsetter, baby." Winking at me, he strapped on his rose gold Armani timepiece.

My nose touched the ceiling. "Well, we mustn't keep the driver waiting. I'll be downstairs."

"Okay. And Liz,"

I turned around, "Yes?"

"You look absolutely magnificent. Beautiful."

I reevaluated myself.

My attire for the formal dinner was: a crimson red sheath dress by Stella McCartney that I got for 20% off at Barney's! (I was so excited to replace that old white thing the dryer shrunk). Yves Saint Laurent black pumps. The Tiffany bracelet Daniel got me for my birthday the year prior. A simple, silver braided diamond pendant, earrings and ring set. My hair was in a side-swept chignon adorned with a matching braided diamond hair broach. Then my beat... Oh my God, was one done by the Queen of Cosmetology, Kristy! It was a compilation of dark and smokey kissed with a red undertone.

I felt my face soften at his genuine compliment. "Thanks, hon. You look very handsome yourself."

"Thank you, baby. I love you." His perfect smile sent flutters to my stomach.

I had to admit... Daniel still had that effect on me.

"I love you, too..." I looked down and toed the carpet.

"Lizzy, can we stop?"

"Stop what?"

"This unnecessary tension. I told you, I'd make it up to you. I just want my Née-Née back."

He grabbed my hands then kissed each finger. When he made it to the middle finger on my right hand, he sucked it slowly. Sensually. A pool of desire convected between my thighs. Next, Dan reeled me into his arms and bite my neck teasingly. I inhaled his Marc Jacob cologne that masked his intoxicating natural scent.

Lord...

My knees buckled.

Dashingly, as he caught me, he whispered in that rich tenor of his, "Are you sure you want to go to this dinner? If you'd like, I can eat now and then we both can eat later."

I was about to fall when a thought hit me.

Why is optional for me to miss a dinner that could excel my career into unknown heights to man, when he can't miss a stinking phone call from his manager?

After a sec, I gathered my scruples. "Nope, not now Daniel. Not now. If I can wait when I wanted it, you can too."

Just then, the Jag limo driver blew his horn to signify his arrival again.

"Lizzy... Baby..." He clutched a handful of my ass, and I took him by the collar.

"Nope. C'mon."