Business Or Pleasure

KonstantinThe dinner party held between Lopaz Investors and their important business partners was where I first met her. She was beautiful, white pearly teeth that brightened with her dark skin, her confident brown eyes that held innocence yet sexualized it, brown braids that she tied into a large bun with two strands falling from her face. Her nose was pointed perfectly with beautiful red lips from the lipstick she had on and the scent that escaped her body was lavender.She was curvy, her shape exposed from the red dinner gown she had on and heels to support her height. She wasn’t incredibly tall, five foot ten impressive for a woman and the heels pushed her to a solid six. She smiled with a glass of wine in her hand as she sipped it slowly while her eyes focused on the CEO of the host.I watched how her smile changed from delight to fake satisfaction before her eyes slowly turned to where I stood and stopped. I said nothing and watched

“I’m home.” I announced as I took off my shoes and put on my indoor flip-flops.“Welcome back Bony.” My roommate and best friend, Grace Johnson greeted and my nose quickly knew where she was as I headed to the kitchen.Grace was in only her pant and had a soft pink apron that wrote ‘Mama’ on it as she made lunch. I hugged Grace from behind and kissed her cheek before I leaned my head on her shoulder.“So how was the interview?” Grace asked as I sighed.“It went great; better than I expected just as you said.”“See I told you not to worry. They would be stupid not to worry you but…” She said as I raised a brow and she smiled. “You’ve got that look on your face when you want to tell me something but want me to ask you so I’m doing that.”“I saw him today.” I confessed.“Who? Gerald?” She

I tapped on the keyboard of the desktop hard, enjoying the clicking sound it made to calm my nerve. I typed the last few words, deleting and typing before the words had stuck too much in my head and I had saved it.I exhaled as I leaned back against the chair I thought about what Grace had informed me about yesterday. My plan was to work for as much as I had time, request for a month or two to renew my passport and return but it seemed like life struck worry at a hard time.One more year and I would have been legible to apply for citizenship but with the immigration policy, you can only be a citizen by birth, investment or marriage. The South African had gone home since her Visa was expiring in two days and the Latina was deported because she was an immigrant yet to complete her papers.“You look like you’re in distraught.” I heard a sassy voice as I looked up from the computer screen to the first Asian I’ve seen in this company or on thi

EbonyThe whole day was exhausting. I have never met a man who shops more than my mother and careful describes what he wants like my elder brother but Konstantin was a first and he strayed more from the stereotypical men of his kind.It was refreshing how he paid attention to details even a fashion fanatic wouldn’t notice and surprising how he could read people like he’d known them for years but his company wouldn’t be number two if he was like everyone else. I finally understood why my former employer, Mr. R. Smith was sensitive around him.Konstantin’s families had a certain ‘reputation’ to their name that was more underground than legal but so far so good, his company was clean.The first date with a rich man was always the same. Sexy dress, perfect hair, high heels, pretty makeup that made your eyes pop and all that for a fancy hotel that didn’t care how you look but how much you were willing

Ebony“Sorry I’m late.” I apologized as Konstantin stretched his hand and looked at the gold wristwatch on his wrist as I leaned closer to look at the time.“You’re twenty two minutes late to be exact.” He said as he gave me a stance for explanation.“Oh come on; you’ve never been late in your life?” I asked as he folded his arms.“I have but it was never by choice.” He replied and I understood it was the days when paparazzi crowded the office.“We are not bringing that up plus I needed to look good for you. Also, this is where stereotype plays but I’m a woman.” I said as I placed my hand on my hip.“By wearing… a Jeans and a shirt? The women in my family put in more effort and remain punctual.” Konstantin sassed and I wrapped my hands around him.“For better or for worse Mr. Azzaro. So where are we going?&rdqu