•{ELIJAH}•

Friends of mine had texted me about the party, Rani had recently mentioned. I didn't wanna go but I knew that this party would have collaborators I would love to work with. This party seems like a good enough plan for a first impression. I insisted that Jada stay home but she didn't want me going alone. Hopefully the people we meet gives her some opportunities.

Jadas family were so aggravated from yesterday, that they stayed far away from Paige. Today, they took Miya to the pool and to a restaurant. As for me, I haven't spoken to my mother in a few days since the altercation. Paige... I won't even bother to speak about her.

Jada stood in front of the mirror in a red satin dress. Her leg peeked from the slit, glazing in oil. Her legs were silky smooth and her dress tugged on her body gracefully. Her hair was pulled into a big bun. Curls poked from the top. Her luscious lips glossed as she applied more of her coco lipgloss. Her mouth shifted side to side as she fixed it up.

I walked towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands glided against the silky material. She breathed out when she felt my warmth engulf her. Her eyes closed for a few seconds as she held onto my hands. Her head shifted to the side, granting me access. I applied light kisses to her skin causing small giggles. I grin into her neck, wanting to stay in our villa for a little while longer.

She shifts in my arms and my hands position themselves on her soft bottom. "We need to go," she whispers in my ear, slightly biting it. A groan released from me as my pants tightens.

"O-oh ok," I croak. She laughs to herself and sways out of the room. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor. I curse to myself before following her out.

•{JADA}•

Elijah walked over to the passenger side to help me out. I laughed as he scolded me from getting out of the car. "Wait, Jada. Damn," he grunted. I let out a belly laugh as he held onto my hand. His arm quickly wrapped around my side as we made our entrance.

This place was gorgeous and had a comfy feel to it. Beautiful plants were set beside the house. Spotlights surrounded the ponds placed in front of the house. Lanterns were hung from the trees bringing out a beige hue.

As we walked inside the window covered hallway, jazz music played aloud.

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Glass chimed as people rose their wine glasses. Laughter roared from the fellow models, entrepreneurs, and many other people who might be married to rich.

This didn't seem bad.

I mean some people made the side eye but most weren't. People were having a good time.

"You hungry?" Elijah whispers.

"Not yet. I wanna see how everything goes then I'll take a bite." He nods fixing his position. He gulps and his hands feel a bit sweaty in mine. He gulps again and pulls on his collar. I'm in worry mode when I see him like this but a notion hits me.

He's nervous.

I giggle slightly when I try to release my hand but he clings onto it.

"Breathe, Bubba." I cooed as I stroked his stubbled beard. He stares into my eyes as he follows my breathing rhythms. He finally gets calm and relaxed. He chuckles lightly as my head lays against his chest. "Why were you so nervous?"

"I think it's because I haven't been around everyone in a while. I was so used to being cooped up with you that I forgot how bad these parties are."

"Well, I'm nervous as well because of the media but we're in this together. Right?"

"Yes we are."

He tilts his head to peck my lips. As he goes in, my eyes closes awaiting his lips. But just as my eyes begin to close, I get a peek of Paige behind him. She frowns, crossing her arms. She whispers to the guest beside her. They all stare at me with complete disgust. Elijah is about a few inches from my lip when I pull back. His face goes completely blank causing me to regret my decision. His eyebrows furrow as he looks down at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Maybe we should grab some food." Because of the eye contact of Paige and I, Elijah turns around to see what exactly I'm looking at.

"For fuck sake," he grumbled. His jaw clenched as veins appeared on his neck. I calmed him down again and he at least relieved a little tension from his body.

"Let's not make her ruin this for us."

He nods and straightens out his suit. My eyes take in his look and my thighs clench thinking about what will happen tonight. "Please. If we get through this with no negative energy, then we'll celebrate." His eyebrows rise and his pearly whites shine.

"How so?"

"I guess you'll have to figure out," I whispered, softly kissing his neck. My eyes stare at Paige before I give her a wink and a smirk.

We approach the food table which was covered with small appetizers. I picked a meatball and moaned at how tasty it was. Elijah's eyes widen causing me to chuckle. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be loud." I say, placing the toothpick in the trash.

He laughs and grins. "Nah, it's ok. I just wish I could hear it ....when you're below me." He says, whispering the last part. Elijah gets a small whimper from me before placing a strawberry in his mouth. His lips lingered against it before devouring. "Jealous?"

"J-Jealous of a strawberry?"

"Oh hell no," I add.

"Oh ok." His voice reaches a deep level. He seductively licks the tip of his finger, nodding and smiling. Fuck, I just wanted to leave this party and fuck in the car.

But I know I can't.

"Don't you have people to talk to?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. His hands reach behind me, making sure to slightly grasp my side. His face was close to mine and his breath fanned my neck. "Well, a few minutes won't hurt anybody." His lips almost brushed against mine until an outside force interrupted.

"Elijah," an old man shouts. He's a very nice looking man. His chin was covered with a salt pepper colored bread. His physique was a sturdy dad bod. He smiled showing off his dimples.

"Who's this pretty lady?"

"This is my girlfriend, Jada," Elijah announced.

"Cane," A woman yells, strolling towards us. She has had salt and pepper hair. It flowed down to the side of her neck. Her dress was fitted and only reached the top of her knee.

"Hello, who is this? Elijah," she asked, staring at me up and down. I mentally roll my eyes.

"This is Jada, my girlfriend."

"Hello, I'm Angela." The woman sets her fingertips in front of me. I shake it before shaking her husbands hand. She stares down at our contact. Caught by surprise, he pecks my hand. I slightly gasp and Elijah's arm tightened around me.

"Alright, Cane." Angela says.

"He's just a big flirt with everyone," she giggles with hidden anger. He releases my hand which Elijah quickly grabbed.

"Oh no, Only for you, mi reina," he says, pecking her cheek. She gives me a strong glare. I look away, gripping the side of my arm.

"I came here to talk business," Elijahs says. I look around to find a bathroom. A sigh of relief comes out when I finally find one. "I'm gonna slip into the ladies room." I say, excusing myself. Elijah pecks my forehead before releasing me.

I slip into the ladies room vanishing the blabbing crowd. I took a deep breath as I closed the stall door. Just as I go inside my purse, I hear heels click onto the marble floor.

"Is anybody in there?"

"Shit," I whisper.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.........

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