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B O R I S (sneak chapter)

Hey, Darlings! So this chapter is added to give you guys something to read until I come back. This is also a bit of a sneak peak of a book that should be coming out soon from me. If you love Michael, wait till you get a load of..

you won't regret this, really I'm serious✖️

Charity balls/parties were never my thing. If I wasn't a billionaire CEO of the world's largest interior design company, if my aunt hadn't been diagnosed with cancer, and if my poor old mother hadn't come up to my office, begging me to find a way to raise money for a cure, I wouldn't be doing this. Sitting in the VIP section of the Mercury Lounge, the local nightclub,  making conversation with city con artists and people who can easily afford to stay alive. The rest of the city locals stayed on the first floor, drinking, grinding, and finding ways to cheat on their spouses.

The VIP floor was one of the best rooms I ever designed. The couches were purple pleather, put into round sections with chocolate velvet curtains to separate them. I sat on the long caramel couch in which I placed in the back of the room several feet away from the brown marble top bar.

The rich models strutted around the room, showing off their smooth legs in the dim light to the young, new billionaires that didn't know how to spend their money or the old retired ones that were too drunk to pay any attention to how many hundred dollar bills they were pulling out of their wallets. These girls new how to finesse better than they knew their times tables. They didn't even need to say more than two sentences.

"You'd think they would have enough money to where they wouldn't need to hoe around this way," my brother Johnson said to me. He shook his head. "If I ever found out my daughter was doing these things, she would have her ass handed to her."

I shrugged. "As long as you stay in her life, I'm sure she'll be fine. Most of these girls obviously have daddy issues."

"Boris, we have 'daddy issues.'"

"But we're men with strong blood. Look where we are now." I gestured to the room.

The stage up front was occupied with musicians setting up for the live musical entertainment. I didn't pick it. I wasn't too big on music unless it was something I could work to. So I didn't know what we were in for.

Once the band was set and ready to go, a slim, green dressed girl took her spot on the stage.

She was gorgeous. Delicious. Skin was the shade of brown sugar and her hair was thick, curly, natural. Brown sugar was always my favorite. She'd fit perfectly in my bronze aesthetic bed sheets.

I watched and listened carefully as the band played. Her smooth, alto voice filled the room, stealing everyone's attention just for a second.

I found myself at the edge of my seat, eyeing her body movement. The way her wide hips swayed to the music and the way she caressed the microphone stand.

My brother must've noticed my interest. He leant over to me and spoke over the music. "She's good, isn't she?" He looked from me to her. "The band was actually put together by her and her boyfriend. He's usually the guitarist but he's out of town, visiting his dead aunt or some shit."

I looked back at him. "You know her?"

"I spoke to her outside. Sweet girl! I bet she's sweeter than places other than in her personality. Just sayin," Johnson watched her a few seconds more before watching my face again. "How much you payin them?"

I thought. "Five, I think.. Possibly more."

"You're gonna pay them over five thousand bucks for a one night gig?"

"I feel like being nice," I shrugged. "Get her number for me, will you?"

I could see his face shift from the corner of my eye before he stood and disappeared behind the small crowd.

My eyes stayed on her hips under the blue light as they moved so gracefully. I couldn't wait to speak to her personally.

The next day after receiving the chocolate goddess's cellphone number, I called her after a meeting. I never prayed, but at that moment praying was the best thing to do to get her to answer her phone.

Once she did, I was so captivated by her speaking voice. So smooth and.. godly. For a second, I'd forgotten why I even called. After our greetings, I said "baby, come up to my office. You played at my party. I owe you some money."

"Right," she replied. "I will be there tonight after a gig, is that fine?"

"Of course it is. I'll be waiting." I smiled, leaning back in my chair. I knew I would be enjoying myself that night.

I'd been thinking about her all day long. I imagined my hands running down her curves and through her hair. My mind ran even wilder after speaking with her. The worst of the worst came to mind, the things I could and possibly would do to her. Oh I couldn't wait.

The knock on my door came late in the ninth hour of the evening. There she was. The Goddess. I called her that because that's what she was to me. I would crawl on my knees for her if she'd ordered me to. I just had to get her to order me to.

I got up from my desk and opened the door to see her standing there. This beige dress she wore tonight defined her curves much more than the one she wore the night before.

She gave me a dimpled smile and walked into my office, glancing around. I closed the door behind her. "So what is your name, cara mia?"

She turned and looked up at me. "Charity."

"Charity," the word felt like therapy to my lips. "Well, Charity. I thought maybe we could have a little chat about a few more jobs for you. Have a seat." She did so as I stepped to the minibar I had set up before she arrived. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

She nodded, nervously. "Uh, yes. Just a little, what do you have?"

"Oh the best of the best," I gave her an assuring smile. "Cheval-Blanc, Château Lafite, Screaming Eagle Carbernet Sauvignon, Romanee Conti, or if you want simple, I have Ciroc." Or I could give you codeine then reach for my car keys.

Her face told me she'd never heard of any of these wines. She asked for whichever I was drinking.

I poured two glasses of Romanee before sitting next to her on the love seat. "So, Charity. I hear your boyfriend's out of town," I said, handing her her glass. "I hope that doesn't affect business in anyway. I'd hate for you to miss out on an offer."

She shook her head, sipping the expensive wine. Her lips made red prints around the rim of the glass . "It doesn't, Mr.Esposito. I, of course, just have to speak with the rest of the band later on."

"Right," I nodded, watching her lips as she spoke. "Oh and please, call me Boris." I felt a smile creep to my lips as my arm draped across the back of the couch, my hand could only brush against her skin. Soon it did and my smile transformed into a grin.