Page 21 of Serenity
A man of patience, he lacked the eager energy men half his caliber exuded. Where his presence would soon depart, an impression would remain. One that had me considering him in an elevated space in my world. A wild thing for someone I’d only just met.
The business between us? Considerably unfinished. The desire to be pursued was greatly diminished. Already, I’d been caught. Willingly tied, tangled, wrangled, roped in his web.
He stood, placing the red-bottomed hat back on his head.
“And Serenity?”
“Hmm?”
Training my lids to the sepia orbs left me in a daze.
“The pleasure was mine, gorgeous.”
DOOMED
From the VIP section across the venue, I stalked and hawked her. The light touched her in the best of places, highlighting innate elegance and eminence. Puffy ass lips. Playful onyx brown rounds, with those chubby ass cheeks. She was unreal and ethereal, from the crown to the physique.
Stunning.
Cocoa skin gleamed like the treasure it was. An immodest chocolate dress paired well with her flesh, giving an illusion of nudity. The subtle makeup highlighting her lips and eyes gave access to natural regal features.
Stunning.
Visibly, she was all that and more, but a man like me sought the gems of a woman’s mind. Where a woman’s head rested determined my level of interest. Serenity’s wealth held deep roots. Big petals. Sweet fruit. Her trove of treasure was strung beside her heart. A compassionate soul, zeal was threaded in her love for others, and she’d made it her life’s work.
Delicate.
She leaned into her softness, allowing it to lead in the appropriate settings. Soft but not brittle. She was an assertive soul. Though similar to Mya, she knew when to dial it back. All that attitude, that struggle dissipated when her eyes were on me. Focused. Invested. Impressed, she was. A woman who could accept guidance. A woman who could be led.
Astute.
For an hour, I listened to her gush over the spa she owned and operated, fighting the inclination to be impressed. Fighting the inclination to be too possessed, too obsessed, too enmeshed in the fucking web of wonder. A working woman with a heart for others. Such a prototype was rare.
Intelligence on a woman was yet another aphrodisiac. It enhanced her greatly, setting her apart from everyone else. A woman well-versed in subjects beyond Louis, Dior, Chanel, and BBLs, Serenity’s mind was both imposing and engrossing. Juxtaposing with her beauty… Goddamn. When her tongue moved, the surrounding world tuned in. The way she composed her thoughts, a fucking symphony came floating out.
Confident.
An admirable authority, she knew how to lead a pack and dominate. She excelled at accomplishing whatever task she set her heart to achieve. Where such a driven personality could be intimidating to those of a different lane, I admired that ambition. Approval of others was neither sought nor required. A woman at the peak of her world. She governed it flawlessly.
True femininity was nonperformative. She operated from a place of loving her fucking self. No scars loomed on her, as far as I could see. Nothing and no one would obstruct her stride. Her style, unlike the masses, revealed she was far from a sheep. Mindfulness was her frequent sustenance. Self-care was her ritual. Self-awareness was her bible. Know thyself. She read the book of Serenity daily.
Pretty ass lips.
That smile.
Those eyes
Her mind.
A goddess.
Beyond the physical, her spiritual posture was worthy of veneration. Her presence was sacred, and everyone was aware. Those eyes. Wide eyes. Bright eyes were a gift from the divine. A genuine nurturer with a passion for inner progression. With a desire to be of service to the greater good, she walked in alignment with a celestial purpose. “One-of-one,” she claimed, and rightly so.
From the moment I left her until I’d assumed my seat across the club, I’d been in a trance. It was no different than that night months back at Genevieve.
Captivating.
She stole the fucking wind from my chest. Held hostage each breath. Placed my thoughts under arrest.