Falling For Mr. Greenfield

§ 11 § (BWWM)

A GRAND AFFAIR

The chauffeur maneuvered the vehicle around the circle drive cruising to a smooth stop right in front of the main entrance. In no time, he had exited his door, making his way to the side of the vehicle where his passengers sat close to one another nearest the building.

A black-gloved hand opened the door and held it as the couple stepped out of the jet-black 2018 Cadillac Escalade.

The event hall streamed with lively guests who were determined to be seen. Fake smiles greeted the couple as Asher steered her through the crowds of people who hung around the entrance with nothing better to do than stand about like the nosy gossipmongers they were.

Each man and woman arrived dressed in their best black and white attire, hoping to dazzle business partners, colleagues, and friends.

Sorrow felt a twinge of satisfaction as she and Asher made their way through the crowd. The attention she invested into skillfully matching their attire paid off as eyes locked on them, too shocked to let them go. Every eye turned to admire them as they crossed the expanse of the room arm and arm.

People who knew Asher never recalled the lanky man appearing at an event in such a dashing array.

They had no idea Sorrow had selected a fitted Emporio Armani M Stretch Line Wool Black Tuxedo, black silk bowtie, Giorgio Armani Textured black leather shoes, custom Texas Star 18K gold cufflinks, and an 18K President 6511 yellow gold and black Rolex. Even the touch-up she had scheduled for his hair made him look more appealing.

When she initially insisted on putting together his ensemble, Asher wasn't too fond of the idea. However, it didn't take long to realize his woman had a distinguished eye for fashion. Sorrow took items he had owned and never worn before, bringing them together to make his presence formidable.

She worked without missing a single detail to match her dress and accessories with her man in every way. Sorrow possessively intertwined his and her arms as they came together.

The couple continued further into the building drawing all eyes to them as they made their way across the room.

The appraisal of the crowd wasn't subtle.

The sight of the older gentleman gliding through the room with her curvaceous form clothed in a St. John Jacquard Deep-V Black Gown with V-Motif gold embellishments following down the length of the gown captured the full attention of the onlookers.

Though the dress was stunning, the young woman by Asher's side caused absolute silence to befall the room as she floated on Christian Louboutin Follies Strass 100 Illusion leather gold pumps. Sorrow continued astound as an 18K yellow gold Elsa Peretti open star bracelet, matching drop star earring set and anklet glimmered as they forged onward.

Long dark brown hair rushed over her shoulders in half up half down style, flowing down her back  in deep waves. Gold stars were interwoven in her hair leading upward to frame her head like a crown.

Sorrow was every bit the goddess he always claimed her to be, and he was delighted to take his place by her side.

"You, sly old devil. Who is this delectable young lady on your arm?" An older, nearly bald blond-haired gentleman asked the question winking at Sorrow as if he and she shared an inside joke.

From the moment the man walked up to the couple, his eyes landed on her cleavage, experiencing the most challenging time settling on her face.

"Tom, allow me to introduce you to my girlfriend, Miss Sorrow Olivia Shay," Asher announced to the man in a clipped tone.