𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 wood stairs boasting leather-embossed tiles; shirtless showcasing his perfect chiseled abs and wearing a pair of Nike Club Fleece Sweatpants to the bottom floor of the two-story walk-in closet, while refreshing his thirst with a YOᑌᑎG Flavored mango lemonade.
The two-story closet was stunning, looking like a high-end department store with glass-beaded walls, bronze countertops and custom stone and wood flooring on both floors. There was neutral tones and natural light soften.
Quinton hears the You Make Me Wanna... playing softly as he stepped off the landing and found the curly-haired beauty standing at the glass-topped island that displayed her expensive jewelry collection—altogether the pieces worth over all a million dollars.
Genevieve stands in a clay colored plunge bra and dipped front thong, with her long spiraling curls down her long back at tailbone length. He crept up behind her, wrapping his arm around the front of her neck surprising her and kissing her temple. "Hey, Daddy."
Quinton wraps her curls around his big hand, gently pulling her head back and kissing her puckered lips. "Getting ready for yo li'l shindig tonight?" he asked, releasing her strands and walking around to stand ahead of her.
"Yeah. Tryna decide what to wear." Genevieve gestured to the choices of dresses laid out on the glass topped island, "I know I can't be too fancy going to a hole-in-the-wall."
"Then rule out this one." Quinton picked up the dress on the velvet hanger, "This more of a ball gown. The place she wanting you to meet her at real laidback. People be in there wit shirts, jeans, and sneakers. But knowing you, I know you like to look the best. Wear this one."
Genevieve planted her mahogany brown gaze on the long sleeve dress he pointed to in the middle. "It give a relaxed but also sexy vibe."
"Charcoal dress; got it." Genevieve nods, "Sure you don't wanna join?"
"Na, you have yo fun," Quinton declined. "I gotta handle some last minute business deals here. Justice ass in town and wanna bug me."
"Yeah; y'all have fun wit that." Genevieve walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, "I do wish you were comin, though."
"Anytime," he promised as he brushed a free curly strand out of her face. "You and Maleah get well acquainted. You like her?"
"I like her smart ass mouth," Genevieve bites down softly on her full bottom lip, "You know I can't resist someone that's able to put me in my place. I like em to match my dominance."
"Mhm.." Quinton pulled her closer, "Oh I know. But like I said, have fun, baby. I'ma send Moose wit you. He's gonna be yo eyes and driver."
Genevieve nodded, taking a glance over to the gold clock hanging on the high wall. "I gotta get ready."
"Go ahead," Quinton smacks her asscheeks, as they separate, "Come see me before head out."
"I got you." Genevieve stated, following by kissing him before he returns to the main floor of the estate.
The Breakin My Heart plays as Genevieve got herself ready. The dress was elegant, yet comfortable. It offered a low square neckline with long extended sleeves and hits to a flattering maxi length; with a high split for a flash of her smooth right leg and thigh. The fabric hugged her slender figure effortlessly. Instead of flying in her normally used California makeup artist, Genevieve opted to do her own makeup at the wraparound vanity nook and done herself a soft glam makeup look of nude eyeshadow, mascara on her long and natural eyelashes, and nude lips.
Genevieve styled her hair in a side part, curly ponytail and stayed light with accessorizing putting in Diamond Cushion SARA WEINSTOCK and a Diamond thin tennis necklace. She went over to her floor-to-ceiling shelves of shoe collection, sliding the wood ladder over to reach the pair of white BOTTEGA VENETA sandals with a ankle strap closure and square toe. Her white YSL quilted leather crossbody bag was the final piece she needed before riding the elevator up to the main floor.
Walking off the elevator onto the estate's main floor and on the grippy rubber-injected sole of her heels, Genevieve followed the sound of men's chatter and finding herself on the large kitchen. Quinton was drinking a beer with his brother and the clicking of her heels got their attention.
"Goddamn!" Justice frowns in attraction, pulling the beer bottle off his mouth, "Why you keep denying my advances, beautiful queen?"
Genevieve placed her palm in Justice's, walking by him to Quinton. She kissed him a few times before saying, "Bouta head out."
"A'ight, turn up for me."
Smiling, Genevieve kissed him one last time before making her confident strides to the front door. She exits, shutting the front door behind her and getting in the luxury SUV out front with Moose waiting on her.
"Man that woman fine, Mook!" Justice told him once Genevieve was gone, "You won't even let me kiss her on thigh?"
Quinton laughed quietly as he swallowed the beer. "She don't do brothas," he shrugs.
"Shit, I'll tell her we ain't kin foreal."
"How? Nigga we look just alike; I'm just the better complexion." Quinton winked, lifting the beer rim to his mouth and swallowing more of the beer.
"Nigga bye!" Justice laughed, "Just cause you got those bright ass eyes witcha black-ass. I'm the fine one."
"Yeah, yeah. How was shit wit Big Mama the other day? They good?"
"Yeah. It wasn't nobody really there but her cougar friends. I was a'ight wit it though, especially being back home and eating her cookin'. But it was somebody new over there."
"Somebody new?" Quinton questioned.
Justice nodded, "New foster kid. Chloe age, beautiful, name Joule."
Quinton was confused. "When she even take in a new foster kid?" he asked, "Last I heard she wasn't taking anymore till they went to college."
"Guess she changed her mind. But shorty from here, the Joule chick."
"The girl from here and they passed all these foster homes to send her to Gove City. That's odd."
"As hell," Justice agrees, "Say her parents was murdered not too long ago and the case worker knew Big Mama from way back when."
"Huh." Quinton brains gets to thinking, drinking the beer.
𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦-𝘪𝘯-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 couldn't be missed straight off the highway. The parking lot was full of the small East OKC club. The few people standing out in line watched the luxury sleek SUV pull in front of the door. The driver and security Moose stepped out, opening the door for her.
Genevieve stepped out herself, accepting the looks the ready-to-party people were giving while waiting in line. "You can wait out here for me."
"Yes ma'am," Moose nodded in understanding.
Genevieve walked straight up to the bouncer, getting in the club without having to pay a fee as everyone in line would have to. A old Lil Jon record blasted out the speakers with people dancing on the dance floor, sitting at tables eating, or at the bar.
Her mahogany brown eyes darted around the crowded space. On the dance floor moving her body to the Ying Yang Twins verse with her two friends, her brown gaze looked to the entrance and found those magnetic eyes.
Maleah smirks, bringing one of her friends ear close to her mouth. "She's here. Meet us over by the table."
Her friend nods and tells the other friend while Maleah maneuvers her way through the sea of people. Her high heels offered her a great stability that she paired with velvet fabric dress that accentuates her full-figured curves. The sleeves were slightly extended and mini hem hits her mid thighs. She slicked her tresses up in a top-knot bun and the front pieces in loose waves.
Genevieve eyed Maleah with attraction. She reached the honey beauty and said, "You actually came!"
"Told you I would."
Maleah bites her bottom lip lightly, taking Genevieve hand into hers and leaned closer to her ear, "Come on. It's quieter by the tables!"
Genevieve allowed herself to be led, getting the best view of Maleah big and round backside. The table area with the seating was definitely less noisy; quiet enough for the club-goers to not have to shout over the music.
"Hey, I'm back!" Maleah greeted her homegirls, reaching their table. "This is Genevieve I told y'all was meeting me here. Genevieve these are my—"
"I don't really care," Genevieve interrupted staring deep in Maleah's gaze. "I didn't come here to socialize with your friends, beautiful. I came for you and only you. So, once you're ready to be with me," she brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear softly, "Come find me. I'll be over at the bar."
Genevieve her hand gently, walking away, and Maleah's eyes was stuck on her, until she disappears within the crowd. Maleah turns to her friends that were frowning and the new woman's rudeness. "What?"
"She rude as fuck," her friend commented.
"And I don't like her."
Usually her friend's opinions would hold weight when it came to someone Maleah chose to fool around with but something about Genevieve didn't allow their opinions to alter what she felt.
Maleah told her two friends she would be right back before strutting across the room and over to the bar. Genevieve was nursing a martini when smelling the light, florals scent averted her gaze to Maleah.
Maleah leaned in to her ear, "Couldn't be a little nice?"
"No, I couldn't have." Genevieve responded honestly, "I'm not hear to impress your friends nor meet em. I'm here for you. You and that's it."
Still leaned in by her ear Maleah responded, "You're territorial."
"Scared?"
Maleah pulls back with a smirk, staring into the eyes of the dangerously attractive woman. . .
𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘩 until it was an hour before closing and Genevieve managed to convince her date to leave with her—unknowingly to Maleah, eyes were on the two the whole time, spotting the diamonds on the new honey beauty in the club.
But Genevieve, she never missed a beat when it came to her surroundings. Like the man thinking he was creeping behind her outside the club with a gun.
"Gimme allat shit."
The two stopped abruptly, a steel piece pressing to the back of Genevieve head. Maleah lifted her hands quickly; however Genevieve wasn't afraid.
"You heard me, bitch!"
Genevieve turned around casually, with the steel aiming to her forehead. Seeing out the corner of her eye, the security climbing out the car but her gesture stopped the guard.
"What would you like?" Genevieve questioned.
"The fuck you think? Allat jewelry! Now!" he barked.
Genevieve took off her Diamond tennis necklace and earrings, holding them out to the burglar and received a glimpse of his hand tattoo. He start to reach for it and she allowed it fall to the ground—refusing to give burglar the respect of placing it in his hand.
Snatching it up, the robber starts walking away backwards to a car that pulled up for him. "I'll see you again," Genevieve promised.
The car drove off with the burglar and Moose rushed over, as Maleah breathes out in relief. "Oh my fuckin God. Do you know this the hood, Gen?"
"Do I need to follow him?" Moose questioned.
"Oh no; he's fine." Genevieve reassured, turning to Maleah that wondered how she was so cool after being robbed, "Still comin wit me?"
Maleah eyed her crazily. "How in the hell are you so chill? You were robbed!"
"Like I told him; I'll see him again. Coming, or not?"
Maleah peered down at her opened hand and as much as she was trying to convince herself not to go—sensing a caution sign—she went against her first mind and placed her hand in Genevieve and went with her.
"I can trust you, right?" Genevieve asked as she pressed the button that lifted the partition.
The question gives Maleah a eerie feeling as she watched the partition raise. "Uhh," she clears her throat, "I'd hope."
"Were you.. scared tonight?"
Maleah watched Genevieve travel a hand to her ankle as her magnetic eyes stayed locked with hers. "I think, I'm more afraid of you than the burglar."
"You shouldn't be.." Genevieve responded lowly, planting her heel-less foot up on the leather seat. "At least not today." she adds.
Maleah allows her to remove the heel off her other foot. "Who are you, really?"
"A woman that's persistent, and doesn't let go of what I set my eyes on. And you, I want." Genevieve slowly crawls her finger up her soft thick legs, "You're extremely gorgeous."
"Thank you." Maleah gasps once Genevieve hand touched the middle fabric of her underwear.
"I can stop."
Maleah felt as if her gaze wouldn't budge away from Genevieve. "I... You make me nervous. In a good way."
Genevieve purposely rubs over her clitoris through her panties before pulling her hand back. "Okay. . Let's get comfortable wit each other a little more. Where else shall we go?"
It was at the moment that Maleah starts to realized the mysterious beauty ahead of her would have some kind of hold over her. Which kinda hold; she'd have to stick around to find out.
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚍