Page 50 of Devanté
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“You’re going on a date, aren’t you?” Molly’s cheeks were pinched-pink as she watched me get ready for dinner with Blake…and her boyfriend.
When I invited her out, I honestly forgot all about her relationship. In my mind, there was only me and Blake. Anything and anyone else was an obstacle.
I didn’t know Devin beyond seeing his videos all over social media but I knew he wasn’t right for Blake. He probably didn’t know what kind of woman he had on his hands. I planned to show him. I was going to make him melt away while I ate dinner with Blake. I was going to pull her into a world where we were the only two people in existence.
“No, it’s not a date,” I told Molly while I buttoned up my wine-red silk shirt. She opened her mouth then snapped it shut when her phone rang. She pointed at me before she left the room like she wasn’t done with the interrogation.
We were in my hotel suite working through my photoshoot schedule for when I got back home. I wanted to get all of them out of the way because I needed to focus on looking for a house in LA. Since things between me and Blake had been smoothed over, it felt right to find a place closer to her because we had a lot of catching up to do.
I finished getting dressed and gave myself a once over in the full-length mirror on the wall before walking into the sitting room where Molly was curled up on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her body. Her dark eyes lifted when she saw me.
“Oh, Noa, I meant to ask, is Miss Remington going out tonight? Have you heard her say anything?”
Noa? Molly was on the phone with Blake’s assistant? I slipped my hand in my pockets and tuned into her conversation.
Molly’s smile grew in size as she pressed the phone to her ear like she couldn’t let one word slip by without catching it. “Oh my god. Devanté, you invited Blake’s boyfriend?” She gasped with a hand on her chest. “Wait, Blake has a boyfriend?” Worry skittered across her features.
“Yes, Blake has a boyfriend. I invited them both out for dinner. I have no shame.” I flicked my hand out and checked my watch.
“You are bold,” Molly said shaking her head. She was right but I didn’t know how else to be. Blake was my girl. She’d been mine since we were knobby kneed kids playing in her backyard and sharing Huggie juices. I didn’t know what I had with her was magical back then but now I saw the sparkle. I didn’t care how long it took me to get her back where she belonged but I’d make it happen.
“I’m gonna head out now,” I told Molly.
“Guess that’s my cue to go back to my room.” Molly hopped up and headed out of the suite with her phone pinned to her shoulder and a smile still fixed to her face. I did a double-take once I was in the hall because she was a ball of soft giggles and I wondered exactly what Noa was saying to her on the other end. I chucked a little and continued to the elevator.
I invited Blake and Devin to the restaurant in the hotel I was staying at so I didn’t have to make a big show and call my driver. I also wanted to avoid an Uber because I knew I’d have to take pictures and talk. I wanted to relax and chill. I owed most of my career to avid fans demanding to see more of me on runways and magazine pages but sometimes, even I liked a little time away from the spotlight.
The restaurant was roped off with a thick velvet tie in front of a wooden podium where the maître d let people in by reservation only. The guy standing there in all black smiled at me when I walked up.
“Party of three for Devanté Morgan,” I said quietly.
“Yes, Mr. Morgan, right this way. One member of your party is already here and waiting.” He didn’t have to say another word. My eyes sought out the fullness of her hips and the bend of her waist in a stunning white dress that dipped low in the front and hugged her breasts.
Damn, Blake…
Her hair was straightened and hanging down her back, nearly sweeping her ass. It had grown a lot since college. I wanted to sift my fingers through it like black strands of silk. I wanted to feel it against my palm and wound around my digits when I pulled it.
I walked over to her and thanked the maître d for seating us away from the front of the restaurant. This was a meal I needed to enjoy privately.
Blake smiled at me then stood to hug me. I took full advantage of wrapping my arms around her lush body. I pressed her against me, sliding my hands down her landscape of rolling hills and valleys. It took everything in me not to squeeze her thick ass.
I let out an exhale that must have reeked of satisfaction and bliss because it made her laugh a little when she pulled back. “You look…” She tapped the side of her face then said, “Horrible. That’s the word I was looking for. You look horrible, Jodeci.”
“Fuck you. I look like a god.” I laughed, pulling her chair out. She looked down at the seat then back up at me. “What? You don’t know how chivalry works?”
“Doyouknow how it works?” She countered.
“I do. That’s why I’m pulling the chair out for you. Now, sit.”
“You’ll have to excuse me, Devanté. I thought chivalry was extinct.”
“You’ve been fucking with the wrong man. Speaking of the wrong man…where’s Devin?” My eyes darted around the dimly lit room and I didn’t see him anywhere. Blake’s bold features warped into a crestfallen mask. She lifted her shoulders then let them drop.
“He had to work on a video with a comedienne he’s helping out, Kenzie.” She blew out a puff of air and rolled her eyes a little like she thought he was feeding her handcrafted bullshit.
“And is Kenzie a dude?” I asked, tipping my chin down. I studied her face watching for any signs that she was unhappy. I saw more than signs. I saw billboards.
