Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 32

“I’ll have a driver come to your place around 8. Can you be ready by then?” He had me pressed against the wall of the elevator, lips brushing my own as he spoke in whispers.

“I can drive myself, sir.”

I pursed my lips against his and felt his hand cup my throat lightly, “What did Daddy say?”

“That he would have a driver pick me up,” I nipped his bottom lip and clenched my fists into his suit jacket.

“Does Princess have anything to say to that?” He was teasing me, not fully pressing his lips to mine.

“No, Daddy. I’ll be ready by 7:45. Now, kiss me please, sir.”

He chuckled and lightly kissed me, his other hand cupping my ass through my dress before letting go when we felt the elevator stop at a floor.

He quickly wiped his mouth on a handkerchief and moved away from me. While he was wiping his mouth, I cleaned up mine as well and ran my hands over the front of my body to calm myself.

“Dominic,” Jasmine smiled flirtatiously at him, “I’m so excited for tonight!”

“Me as well,” he chuckled.

She turned to me, “And you’ll be there, Gwen?”

“Learn her name, Jas. It’s Genevieve, but if that’s too hard for you to remember, sweetheart, you can call her Gen,” Dominic’s commanding voice came from behind her and she blushed at being chastised by him.

I smiled sweetly at her, “Yes, ma’am, I will be.”

“Oh?” She c****d an eyebrow, “You have a dress? You have a way there? You can’t just drive and park yourself, you need a driver. You were able to afford both...on a PAs salary?”

It was another jab at me and even without Dominic’s help I could get both myself but I was about fed up with her, “Actually, Jasmine, Dominic was kind enough to put the dress on his business card and he is getting a driver to come and me.”

′BITCH!′

I smirked, but Dominic’s face hardened and his eyes cut to me with a glare.

“Well,” she smiled, but it was a pained smile, “Isn’t that nice?”

I smirked, not bothered that I would be in very big trouble when the night was over, “It is. He’s honestly the best boss ever. So...take charge, you know...so dominant.”

She didn’t know why he suddenly had a coughing fit, but I did. I basically just outed him and she had no clue. Wow, was my ass in for it, tonight. It was worth it though to knock her down a few pegs in his eyes. I was better than her and he knew it.

She turned back to him and started patting his soothingly on the back as we reached the lobby. I had driven myself today so I didn’t wait for Dominic as I made my way through the empty room.

“Dariah,” I greeted as I passed her.

“Genevieve,” she greeted back. We weren’t so silently bitchy to each other now that I knew he was taken. It was an unspoken ‘He belongs to her’ and we came together in solidarity. We weren’t friends, but we were amicable.

***

I had my hair in a curly up-do, my makeup look for tonight was a smoky gold lid with a dramatic winged liner and a burgundy lip. My dress was the last piece of the ensemble that I put on, so as not to get any makeup on it. I made sure to get a small gold clutch to go with the strappy gold stilettos. I made sure to take a picture of myself in just my lace garter belt and thong while wearing my heels my body mirror. I turned my body so all you could see was my back and ass as I couldn't wear a bra with the deep plunging dress.

*Sir?* I texted Dominic.

*Yes, Princess?* Good, he was alone or Jasmine wasn’t reading his messages.

*I have something I’d like for you to see.* I bit my lip as I waited for his answer.

*Show Daddy.*

I sent him the picture with a kissy face and waited for him to reply.

*You’re being a very naughty princess.* I chuckled and replied with something I knew he’d like.

*I’m only naughty for you, Daddy.* He replied immediately.

*Damn right. The driver should be outside. See you soon, Princess.*

I grabbed my clutch and keys and headed out the door, locking it first before making my way to the elevator.

“Ms. Carlyle?” A tall man with black hair asked as he stood by the back door of a black car.

“Yes, are you my driver?” I walked forward and he opened the door and help his hand out.

“Yes, ma’am. My name is Charles,” I took his hand and smiled at him as I took my seat.

He shut the door and walked to the driver’s seat, “First time going to an event,” he asked once he was on the road.

“Is it that obvious?” I blushed as he gave me a look through the rearview mirror.

“Yes, ma’am. I can assure you that everything will be fine.” There was a short pause as he looked back at the road.

“He must be rather fond of you.”

I cleared my throat at his assessment, “Why do you say that, Charles?”

He looked back into my eyes and then looked back at the road, “He told me he’d shoot me in the knee caps if anything happened to you on the way to the event. So, really, it’s just an assumption.” I heard him chuckle lightly.

I gasped and raised my hand to my mouth, “Did he really? Gosh, I’m so sorry. I don’t think he actu--”

“He would,” he interrupted me as he stared into my eyes.

I gulped and remained silent for the rest of the ride. The charity ball was in the middle of the city so we were battling a bit of traffic, but we still made it there by 8:35.

I waited for Charles to come around to my side and open my door to help me out, “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Ms. Carlyle.”

I immediately had to walk down a red carpet. Cameras were flashing and the chattering was thunderous with questions of ‘Who are you wearing?’ and ‘Who is your date?’.

I just pasted a small smile on my face and walked as calmly as I could until I reached the doors and two guards stood there looking expectantly, “Uh, I’m Dominic Blackstone’s assistant. My name is--”

“Genevieve Carlyle?” One of the burly men asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He gave me a once over and opened the door and ushered me through, “Thank you,” I said as I turned back but he was facing forward again.