“So, wait. You promised this man you would do it by when?”
“Tuesday.”
“Silver, it’s Thursday night now!”
“I know. I had already taken time off from K-102 tomorrow and Monday, plus I’ve got the weekend,” I said softly as I ran my hand down his chest.
“That’s not enough time, babe,” he said, laying back down.
I lay there thinking about it for a moment. I had overextended myself, but I wanted this shot.
“I know. I’ve been thinking about hiring some assistants to help me at the last minute. But...I don’t know where I’ll find good help on such short notice,” I said. “My sister, Sue, said she would help on Sunday and Monday, so I appreciate that.”
“I tell you what. I’ll talk to my mom. Her and her three sisters, Geraldine, Jeanine, and Lorraine, all sew. My grandmother made sure they knew how, and they used to sew their clothes, as well as for other people.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, leaning up on my elbow and gazing down at him.
“Yeah, I’ll call first thing in the morning.”
“You think they’re going to be good with that? I mean, it is the last minute after all. Do they have the equipment? Are they going to be good with following a design?”
He chuckled and leaned up. Kissing my lips, he said, “Trust me, babe. I got you.”
“Thank you, Kole!”
“Nah, you can thank me by giving me that ass,” he said, rubbing his hand over the curve of my behind.
“I’ve got a better way to say thanks,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows, as I slid down in bed.
Taking his dick in my hands, I slid my mouth over the top of his shaft.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he muttered, closing his eyes and resting his head against the pillow.
I sucked on it like a lollipop for a few seconds, before slowly easing my mouth down his shaft. Kole had a big dick. Length, width, circumference. I mean damn. There was no other way to put it. But I swear, the further down I went, the more it appeared to grow in my hands.
His hips started pumping up and down, and he gripped the sides of my head.
Oh, he was so freaking big and salty. His rod tasted good, and the more I sucked, the hornier I became.
I giggled, thinking about that Asian girl on 2 Live Crew’s song, Me So Horny.
He frowned, staring down at me. I’d have to share the joke later because I didn’t want to mess up his groove.
His cock was like an addiction. One that I wouldn’t try to kick. Pulling back, I spit down the length of it to help me slide him down my throat a bit easier.
I’d had dick before. I’d had a big dick before, but his shit was massive! The veins and grooves of his chocolate edifice drew my tongue like a moth to a flame. I licked all over the sides, sliding down further and gently sucking his balls into my mouth.
Licking back up to the top of his dick, I took him in and out of my mouth. His movements sped up, becoming erratic and unpredictable. I knew he was about to cum, so I sucked harder, drawing all of his hot sperm out.
And when he released, I simply took my time, gulping it all down until he was empty.
CHAPTER 29 – KOLE (6 Months Later)
My mom, aunts, and Silver’s sister had come through like champs. The morning after Silver and I got back together; I’d called my mom and shared Silver’s dilemma. Before I could finish my question, she’d said, “We’ll do it.”
By eleven that morning, Silver, my mom, and aunts were sitting in my mom’s basement, working tirelessly on the designs. Silver had met with Luis Andre to gather the needed material from the shop for the ladies to use.
Silver’s sister, Sue, and my sister, Lauryn, had pitched in, along with a couple of women who worked at The House of Dahlia with Silver.
Everyone was invested in seeing her pull this off. Not once had she complained, nor sought Luis Andre out for an extension of time. Miraculously, they had worked throughout the weekend and through Tuesday afternoon. Sue wasn’t able to help until Sunday, and Lauryn had begged off on Monday because she had to return to work.
I glanced at my watch again before checking all around me. The music cued up with a fast-paced beat of some pop song I hadn’t heard before. My eyes trained back in on the stage before me as the lights dimmed, and flares of colorful lights lit up the stage.
My foot began tapping impatiently as a group of models took to the stage in bright, colorful designs. The emcee described each ensemble and shared the name of the designer.
I inhaled deeply and tapped my foot harder to the music. The next set of models came out sporting a dark grey, silver, and black metallic collection. Everything appeared to be created from metals.
Cameras were going off everywhere as people continued to take pictures. The music was a slow beat, similar to that played at a symphony hall. I stifled a yawn as I continued to watch the women traipse onto the stage.
“We’re so sorry! There was a horrible accident on the highway. I didn’t think we’d ever make it,” my mom said, taking her seat beside me, and then my sister came right behind her.
My aunts followed one another, filling up our row. Silver’s family had arrived before the show began and were sitting on the opposite side of the aisle.
“I’m just glad you ladies made it safely. I thought for a minute—”
“Shhh!” My mom shushed me, causing me to frown.
But I could tell by the hypnotic gaze she wore and the way my aunts sat forward in their seats something was going on. Turning back to the stage, I noticed Luis Andre’s face on the display screens across the top of the stage.
“I think this is Silver’s collection,” my mom said, wiggling excitedly in her seat like a child. She and my aunts had been waiting impatiently for this show. They couldn’t wait to see the fruition of their input into her hard work.
The music changed to a fast-paced seductive exotic sound. There was a playfulness to the sound that I didn’t often hear in American music. That’s when I realized this was the music Silver said they would be playing. Shaabi was an Egyptian composition, which was music that originated in Cairo.
It was an urban musical form the people used to convey their frustrations, daily challenges, and feelings about Egyptian life. This song had people moving in their seats. Some were swaying side to side, others bobbing their heads, and still more were snapping their fingers.
A tall, thin African-American woman stepped briskly out onto the stage. On her head was a black and gold Egyptian headdress, which she wore with a regal bearing. Her sleeveless, midi form-fitting dress was a gold, satin material with patches of black velvet in the middle of the cleavage of her dress and down her hips. Attached to the back of her dress was a black velvet cape.
She was followed by a Hispanic woman, wearing a sleeveless, gold lamé dress. Two splits on either side of the dress showcased her golden-bronze legs.
My mother and aunts were cheering loudly, while on the opposite side, I could see Silver’s parents and sister clapping politely. Like me, her brother and brother-in-law were whistling loudly as Silver’s name was listed as the designer of each piece under the Luis Andre, House of Dahlia black label.
Design after design, the models walked briskly onto the stage, their clothing catching everyone’s eye, and their daring poses making a statement.
When the show came to an end, each next level designer was brought out and applauded for their collections. Silver was brought out next to last, and my family and hers stood on our feet, applauding her.
She was stunning. Her long, auburn hair plaited into a long braid hanging to her ass. Her gold satin and tulle floor length fitted dress cinched at the waist with a gold belt. A plunging V-neck exposed the curve of her inner breasts. A high split ran from the hem of the dress to her upper thigh, revealing more leg than I was comfortable with.
The gown’s design sported a hanging sleeve that created the façade of a cape on the back of the dress. The m
aterial pooled in a circle at Silver’s gold sandaled stiletto clad feet.
I had a few thoughts about what I wanted to do to her in those sandals. And that dress was not in my vision.
Luis Andre Mercier made his way onto the stage to thunderous applause and explosion of camera flashes.
Stopping center stage, the short, dark-haired man took several bows. His reputation preceded him, and he often took the fashion world by storm. His fashion houses in Summer Cove, New York, Paris, and Venice were always busy.
Knowing that Silver had made her way into his world, filled me with pride. I couldn’t wait to show her how proud I was of her as soon as we were alone. But in the interim, I knew I would have to share her. At least for the next few hours, because many people were waiting to share in her success today.
“FINALLY, I GET YOU alone to myself,” I said, cornering Silver in a tiny closet that doubled as a dressing room.
Laughing, she leaned back, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “Kole, we’re not alone. You know anyone can walk in at any minute,” she said as my hands reached eagerly inside of her dress, popping one breast from the deep V-neck dress and then the other.
“Well, they’ll just get a show,” I said, lowering my head and sucking her breast into my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned around her breast, my tongue flicking her nipple.
“Kole, I still have a party to attend,” she moaned.
I couldn’t tell that she was worried about the party, not based on the way she was gripping the hell out of my head.
Slowly, I slid my hands up her thigh, fingering her crotch.
“What the fuck, Sil?” I asked.
She laughed. “Just a little something for you. I knew you’d love it.”
“Oh, so you think that shit’s funny? You were on the stage tonight with no panties on, and this damn dress with the slit that stops right at your pussy?”
Placing her hand against my head, she brought me back to her breast again.
“Oh, quit complaining. You know you love it,” Silver purred.
And she was right. I loved it so much; in fact, I had no problem dropping to my knees, pulling the opening of her dress back and latching my face to her pussy lips.
Goddamn, she tasted so good! Silver worked her hips back and forth, letting me slurp at her juices that pooled right on the tip of her lips. Working my tongue around in circles slowly, I drove my tongue deeper inside of her until my lips covered her.
“Oh fuck, Kole!” she shrieked, pushing up onto her tiptoes as I gripped her ass tight in my hands.
When she finished coming, I stood and kissed her deeply.
“I taste good,” she giggled.
“Yes, you do,” I said, turning her around and flipping her dress up in the back.
Gripping the little makeup table in front of her, Silver arched her back, and slowly I slid into her, closing my eyes, my fingers fumbling with her braid to loosen it.
Choosing to break the professional boundary lines we had in place was the best decision I’d ever made. This woman made me constantly want to break all the rules. All for a chance to be with her and be inside of her just like this.
Silver’s soft, velvety warmness cloaked my dick in comfort. I moved back and forth, driving inside of her, keeping an even and steady tempo. My hands lifted to grasp her breasts and squeeze them, causing a gasp to erupt from deep in her throat.
“Kole!” she hissed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the dressing table tighter.
“Yes, baby, yes!” I groaned, lowering my head to kiss the slip of her neck that showed underneath the silken waves of her hair.
Looking in the mirror, I wanted to see the expressions she made when I was inside of her like this. Her eyes were closed tight, and her lips puckered into a kiss. As if she sensed me watching her, Silver’s eyes flew open, and her mouth parted slightly.
Just the little sliver of her tongue that showed turned me on, and I found I was rapidly losing control. Gripping her hips tighter in my hands, my pace sped up, and I began pumping harder inside of her. Although I was losing control of everything else, I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from that sexy image of her in the mirror.
Silver knew it, too. She smirked at me, blew a kiss, and then wiggled her tongue in the mirror. Slamming into her with a ferocity I didn’t realize I had within me, I knocked that little smirk off her lips. Her eyes widened, and a furrow dipped into her eyebrows as she cried out.
“Argggh!” I roared as I came inside of her.
When I’d finished, Silver looked around and found a scarf on the table. Handing it to me, she said, “Here, catch yourself with this, so you don’t mess up your suit or my dress.”
“I should rip this little dress off you. Out here showing the world my goods,” I said, wrapping my cock inside the scarf.
Silver reached for a package of baby wipes and pulled a couple of sheets out to clean herself, while I did the same.
Turning around to face me, she gripped the edges of the dressing table with her hands and smirked at me. “You love it.”
“I do. And I love you, too, Silver Wang,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. “And congratulations on tonight.”
“Thanks, Kole, and I love you more.”
“Not hardly,” I said, reaching for her again.
“Oh, no, you don’t! I have a party to attend, Kole. Correction, we have a party to attend, and I’m sure someone somewhere is probably looking for us,” Silver said.
“Not me, but you. They’re probably definitely looking for you. But when they see you again, at least they’ll know that no matter what dress you wear, you belong to me.”
“Oh, I’m property now?” she asked in a sassy tone.
“Hell, yeah. I just bought that ass and that pussy. Or do I need to have you standing on your tiptoes again to feel it?”
She smacked a hand against my chest and sashayed toward the door.
“Silver,” I called before she could open the door.
“Yes?” she asked, turning to face me. “Kole!” she exclaimed.
“Maybe our relationship hasn’t been traditional, and perhaps we did break all the rules to get here, and we might not have started on the best foot when we met, but I wouldn’t change a thing about our journey to get here. We’ve both had relationships that didn’t work out the way we hoped at the time. But, one thing I believe is it was meant to happen that way. Eun Wang, I would like to merge our roads onto the same journey. Would you honor me by becoming my wife?”
Silver was not a crying woman, so I wasn’t sure what the tears meant.
She ran toward me on those ridiculously high heels and tugged at my hand, pulling me up. Was this another one of those issues where a woman was about to turn my marriage proposal down again?
In getting reacquainted with each other six months earlier, I’d shared the story about my past with Vanessa.
“Kole! I love you so much, and nothing in this world would make me happier than being your wife. Not even a million runway shows!” she declared, kissing me.
“There you are!” Luis Andre exclaimed. “We’ve been looking all over for you. I have someone that you absolutely must meet! What’s so important that you can’t be bothered to attend a party for the best names in the industry?”
She turned toward Luis Andre and held out her hand.
“Oh, my! Now that’s a reason to be missing in action!” Luis Andre declared, walking quickly towards us.
“I know!” she declared.
Luis Andre pulled her hand in his, marveled over the ring, and then glanced at me. “You did well!”
As if I needed his approval, but instead, I nodded my head and said, “Thanks.”
He and Silver embraced one another and gushed for a few seconds before he recalled his original mission.
“Come on! The party’s in full swing and people are looking for you, and now we’ve got excellent news to share! This is an amazing night. I knew from the moment you showed me those designs th
at this would be a magical night!” Luis Andre gushed, tugging her hand and pulling her away from me.
With a glance over her shoulder at me, she tipped her head toward the door. “Come on,” she said with a wink. It was a glimpse into what our future might be like, always needing to make each other a priority in a world full of distractions.
EPILOGUE – CHAPTER 30 – KOLE & SILVER (1 YEAR LATER)
We chose to mix traditions from both of our cultures in our wedding ceremony. Silver and I opted to wear a tuxedo and wedding gown instead of the traditional hanboks of her culture. Her parents and grandparents wore theirs, though. The moment I laid eyes on her, I was glad she chose the gown.
In a one-of-a-kind Luis Andre, Silver strode gracefully down the aisle on her father’s arm. An ice-blue Italian silk strapless wedding gown with a plunging V-neckline so deep that it stopped inches above her navel was simple but elegant and sexy at once.
Silver hadn’t allowed me to see the gown before this moment. Her hair braided into an elegant chignon held a wisp of baby’s breath just above her left ear. One arm looped through her father’s; the other carried her bouquet of flowers.
My chest heaved up and down as I glanced at my parents sitting in the front row. My father beamed proudly at me, and my mother was busily wiping her tears with her handkerchief, careful not to muss her makeup.
I spent the first hour wandering our wedding venue greeting each guest, as was her family’s custom. Silver remained in a special reception room where guests visited her to eliminate the chance of me seeing her before the ceremony.
It was also the tradition of the Korean culture for our parents to invite, however many guests they wanted. What Silver and I initially meant to be an intimate ceremony of twenty had turned into a celebration of 215 guests.
Once I greeted everyone, I returned to the chapel where we would be married. Silver’s father now stood before me, placing her tiny hands into my massive one. There was something significant about that simple activity.
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