When Mercedes Mauricio, a successful interior designer is left by her multi-millionaire fiancé weeks before their wedding day, she is left hurt, embarrassed and disgusted by love. After being ridiculed by tabloids and social media, she decides to sh...
It's to early for this shit'" I groaned, while sliding my shades on."Back the fuck up." I shouted at the crowd of paparazzi, while closing the car door. "How the hell do they know I'm here." I hurried into the building, tryna escape the sea of flashes. "Yo, make sure they don't come inside." I said to my bodyguard, Jeremiah. He nodded his head, and held his hand preventing them from entering.
"Good morning, I have a meeting with Jackson," I said, removing my shades from my face.
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"Omgawdd! You're Trey." The girl, at the desk yelled. "I'm your biggest fan,"She whispered. "I have your entire albums. I even----
-"Thanks, I appreciated it, gorgeous,"I interrupted her rant. Her cheeks flushed red contrasting her fair skin. "Umm..ehhh... right."She smiles, shyly. "Take the elevator to the 16 floor." I nodded my head and made my way to the elevator. The receptionist had a shape that I couldn't help but acknowledge. Although she wasn't my usual preference, I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly-proportioned body. Just below her blonde hair, her large silicone breasts laid behind her aubergine blouse.
"Thank you,"I winked.
"Actually, I'll walk you up," she smiled, before I could refute, she slid off from the desk and led the way.I looked to Jeremiah, who I already knew was thinking and shook my head. We watched as she took forcible measures to show us what she was working with.
We entered the elevator, before the caucuisian woman waved us a flirty goodbye, and rode the elevator to the 16 floor. We entered the modernized office space, where many who were either printing copies, conversing with others and typing away, stopped mid-activity to look in my direction. Before anything could heighten, Jeremiah led me down a long hallway where a conference table laid. I took my seat besides Jeremiah and my assistant,Tiana, who arrived a few beats before me. Adjacent to us, seat a diverse number of execs, mostly white. I partook in light, small talk before a white man merged in front of the room and began talking. I nodded my head during his welcome speech to my team and I, and during his edification of everyone in the room.
"Now, Mr. Tremaine, this is an interior decor maven I am about to introduce, she has been in the game in such a short amount of time but her work is groundbreaking," Ryan emphasized, " Please welcome to the front of the room, Mercedes Mauricio." The room roared in applause, as my heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name. My neck almost snapped, tryna see her. I watched her sway her hips effortlessly to the front, where she thanked Jackson and began. I watched as she dominated the room and spoke with such class, they don't make em like that no more, that's fo'sure. I thought. Why hasn't she text me back ? Did she see something or hear something of me? Those thoughts raced in my mind and I decided I'll catch up with her after the meeting.
"Before, we began, Ms. Mauricio, I'd like to introduce you to our new client, Mr. Tremaine Neverson... who I'm sure many of you are familiar with his stage name, Trey Songz." I heard someone say interrupting my thoughts completely.
"Hello Mr. Neverson, pleasure to meet you," Mercedes said. I smiled as I heard the silk sound of my name leaving her lips.
"Please call me Trey, pleasure to meet you Ms.Mauricio,"I greeted in the sexiest voice I could muster. She starred in my direction. We continued gazing until she broke hers way in what I believe was disgust. She made rounds around the room handing out brochures. She reached me and slid the paper on the table, avoiding my hand out.
"Excuse me," She removed her hand coldly and resumed her position by the projector. The whole time, she presented. My mind flashed back to when she was laying in my bed and how warm she felt snuggling against me. I wish I had asked her to come to NYC with me the last time I saw her.
"Are there any questions?" I heard her ask. I took a room before I signaled.
"Umm, yes." She smiled, shifting her weight to her other heel.
"When do you start ?"
"Oh, I said, hopefully next week."She faked a smile. I responded "look forward to it," before a few more questions from members of the room began. When the meeting adjourned, some scattered to the hallway and others circled up, talking. I got up, and adjusted my tie. I waited till everyone left the room and walked to where she was assembling her items.
"You need something ?"She asked.
"Nah, I just wanted to say great job on your presentation,"
"Thanks," She said without even bothering to look up.
"I texted you a few weeks...
"Oh is that right," She scoffed sarcastically.
"What that supposed to mean," I asked furrowing my brows.
"Nothing...I just thought you had someone to be texting,"
Now I was really confused, "What are you talking about"
"Weren't you with Reyna while you were in New York ?" She faced me and her eyes met mine. I shook my head after realizing that Reyna had snuck a picture of me and posted it, when I had invited her to my hotel room. We didn't fuck or anything but I could see how it look to Mercedes.
"That wasn't what it looked like,"I finally spoke.
"Oh really?"She stopped in her tracks and crossed her arms.
"Yes...she means nothing to me...she was---
"Stop! You don't have to explain yourself to me, "She interrupted,".... Look, I appreciate you looking after me like you did a few weeks ago when we first met, but that's about it. I don't want anything to do with you, your lifestyle and what comes with it and ....now that you are officially my client, I ESPECIALLY, don't want anything to do with you aside from what my work entails."
My eyes soften before reaching for her hand, " Mercedes..."
"No...I mean it Trey," She snatched her hands away and gathered her belongings before walking right out of the room.
