Standing in the elevator dressed in Louis Vuitton L817black jeans and a vintage silk shirt barely buttoned up to his chest he adored himself in the elevator mirror and liked how he barely made enough but his chiseled body made everything look good, his intention to have all eyes on him made him excited and the fact he had his worse enemies at the event to gloat at too was something he couldn't stop thinking about, his ice earrings and necklace made everything sparkle And his hair he always had good hair but it came out extra after a haircut and everything was graced to him, glad he had good genes. In his hands were his plus ones' jewelry, he had missed it when he gave her the dress earlier and he had to make sure she had them on as it was all part of his plan to humiliate Roselle and whomever she saw fit for herself at the event, getting to her door, he felt a little nervous about knocks he hadn't grown around Powell’s unphasex about him being her boss Knocking twice on her do

They got to her room and he placed her on the side that had no clothes on it , she was messy too he smiled at her the environment and immediately helped her clean up. Mumbling and turning in her sleep she almost fell off the bed but he was quick to catch her “God you will give me a heart attack woman “ he said quietly as if she was awake and hearing him. “ hmmmmm uhhh” she mumbled and he lowered his ears to her mouth to catch the words but heard nothing more Turning too quickly to face her with an inch of space between them and her still in his arms their mouth locked and as if she knew she was….No he told himself and turned away she smiled and dozed off Wow what was going on? She wasn’t tryna… he got away from her and lost 2mins to watching her from where he stood tall and watched as she mumbled and rolled over the bed , her slender legs in a kick as if she was fighting in her dreams He chuckled, she was a fighter alright and he was not ready to have someone else chase