Nouveau

Chapter 3: Concierge

Tremaine

"Oooh yeah girl you know ya hella hella fine

Oh yeah, I be thanking heaven that you're mine.

Club full of side hoes giving side eyes.

They could nev---"

Tremaine was on his way to Vegas, enjoying the quick teaser he posted to his snapchat. Luther Vandross's "Here and Now" coated the ambiance of the jet while he participated in a New Year's toast with his close friend Mackson.

"---Some of that, some of that shit. You know what I'm talmbout?"

"You know what I'm talmbout Baybeh. We in here sipping wine and shit." Mackson motioned over the soft leather arm rest of his seat, with his glass in his left hand.

"Baybehhh" Tremaine shrugged with his glass in his right hand.

"Fuck It."

"Here's to uhhh,-- "

"Cheers"

"--Uh a Happy New Year y'all" Tremaine made sure to address Mackson's snapchat followers as he was obviously recording him. Mackson returned his phone to his pocket and sank down into his seat. The white wine was clearly running its course.

Tremaine had a million thoughts racing in his mind with plans for the upcoming year. He was no longer in a rush to put out music and was excited to be slowing down. Of course he would always be making music, it was truly what he loved. 7 albums in, he didn't feel like he had anything to prove anymore.

"Finally," Tremaine internally relaxed.

He was finally in a comfortable enough place financially, that he wanted to focus his attention elsewhere. Expanding his brand was always at the forefront of his list. He was constantly coming up with ways to work smarter and not harder. From his touring merch to his own personal stake in liquor branding, Tremaine felt he had invested well and made great decisions that complimented his image.

"Aye, Mack" He called as he stared out of the rounded window adjacent to his right side.

"Yeah?" Mackson's eyes were hooded and he could barely hold up his head.

"Fucking light weight" Tremaine chuckled.

"Whatever Nigga. What up?"

"You got something for me?" Tremaine was referring to Mackson's post he put up on Instagram a few months back. 

"Nah. I'm still sorting through the emails. I don't even have 10 decent prospects yet."

Tremaine nodded in understanding. He had been looking for new artists but he hadn't come across any music or artist that he had a genuine interest in. 

"Give me a couple days. I'll have something for you"

"Bet"

Tremaine reclined in his seat and closed his eyes. This 45-minute nap to Vegas was about to be everything he needed to recharge for his Drais night club performance.

"What you doing?"

"Why are you asking me a question that you already know the answer to?" With her back to him, she continued to pack her things back into her weekend tote.

"I don't." He laughed. "That's why I'm asking gotdamn."

She threw her jet-black hair behind her shoulder and snickered lightly. "Ok, Captain Obvious. I don't have time for you."

Tremaine wrapped his arms around her small waist and gently placed a kiss behind her ear.

She smelled like a mixture of wild roses, caramels, and light sandalwoods.

It. Drove him. In-sane.

"So, you out? Just like that huh?" He nuzzled his head on the left side of her neck, and inhaled her scent.

"Just. Like. That." She mused.

Tremaine tightened his grip and rocked them side to side as his hands slid inside the elastic band of her sweats. "Let me get it like this one more time."

"Tremai-"

Before she could end her protest, he pressed his right hand into her waist and slid his opposite hand to her center. She exhaled as her head released back onto his shoulder. Their breathing in the large hotel suite had become erratic and thickly laced in no time.

"I want it just like this baby"

He continued to palm her as her knees weakened. Confident, the man knew she couldn't resist him. He felt her slowly losing her strength as her arousal seeped down her legs. She whimpered as he continuously worked his fingers in and out of her.

"Mmm...you gone give me some more of this pretty pussy?"