Let's throw back today to my first book, Have I Told You. The one that started it all. The one that was actually started right here on the blog! Yes, you read that correctly. Have I Told You was born on the blog. I posted a chapter a week for quite a few months until I got so many messages saying I should turn it into a book. I took their advice to heart and the rest, as they say, is history.
How about a teaser from Have I Told You?
“The pleasure is mine, Joe. You know how much I care about
the arts.”
I turned to walk over to the bar, leaving Joe behind. The
mingling at these galas got on my nerves, and I needed a drink. The bartender
slid my drink to me, and I sat back on the stool to scan the crowd for
potential sweethearts. Work never ended.
I saw a couple girls giggling across the room. I nodded at
them as I took a drink. One was a dark eyed, exotic beauty, and the other was a
pale, stick thin blond. They were both students. If there was anything I
learned from coming to these galas for years was the students were easy to
spot.
There were two types here, and those two girls each fell
into a category. Over confident, sexy as hell, and will do anything to advance
themselves was one category. The other was the non-confident. No confidence was
a total turn off for me. It meant you did not believe in yourself. You had no
fight. I was not going to remake someone. They have to have the drive to begin
with.
I got the biggest kick out of seeing these girls squirm when
I winked at them. I wondered what they were wearing under those dresses. Taking
the last sip of my drink, I set the glass on the bar. Never braking eye contact
with them, I made my way through the crowd.
“Evening, ladies. How is everyone tonight?” I asked,
stepping between them, delivering my panty dropping smile, and touching the
smalls of their backs. The small touch gives me the ability to see how a woman
will react to me. Just that little contact tells me if they are open,
confident, and if they take care of themselves. I need that control.
The two girls looked at each other, giggled, and smiled
goofily back at me. I lightly thumbed their backs. My exotic dark eyed beauty
was perfectly muscular. Her friend felt like a skeleton, which made me withdraw
my hand quickly. I did not like boney. I wanted a healthy girl with a figure to
kill for.
“I’m Lana, this is Kristy,” my dark eyed beauty said. She tentatively
continued, “You’re Caston Black, aren’t you?”
I smirked, “Yes, I am Caston Black. Are you ladies in the
show tonight?”
“Kristy is.” Lana said, pushing her friend toward me. The
girl stumbled, and I caught her before she hit the ground.
She whimpered when I asked, “Are you okay? I don’t want
Professor Lee to lose a dancer because of me.”
“Oh, I’m okay, Mr. Black,” Kristy said shyly, not making eye
contact. No confidence, just as I suspected.
The lights blinked, and I looked up at the ceiling. Fifteen
minutes to curtain call. Smiling, I looked back at the girls. “Ladies, looks
like I must get to my seat. Kristy, break a leg. Lana, maybe I will catch you
at the after party tonight?” I reached for their hands and brought them up to
my lips, kissing them gently.
I saw their legs buckle, as I turned to walk away, and I
laughed to myself. Seeing my brother and his wife across the room, I gave a
quick wave. Jon was five years older than me and had dirty blond hair like
Mother. When I reached them, Jon slapped me on the back. “Cass, you’re going to
have to stop making girls swoon. I swear that one was ready to suck your dick
in the middle of this crowd.”
“Really, Jon? We’re in public,” Sara said. “Caston,
sweetheart, how are you tonight? Thank you for the invite. It’s so nice to get
away from the kids. A night to ourselves – what will we do?”
“I can think of a few things.” I teased, pulling her in for
a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
She playfully slapped my chest. Sara was a beauty inside and
out. Too good for my brother. She was tall, had dark wavy hair, and a beautiful
genuine smile. She is an amazing mother to my niece and nephew. My heart still
aches for her when I think about our past.
“Is that all you two think about?” she teased.
“Yup,” Jon and I said in unison.
I offered Sara my arm. “As if you can talk, my dear. I bet
you can’t wait till this is over with, either.”
“You know me too well, Cass.” She kissed my cheek, then we
turned to walk into the theater with Jon following behind us.
Each seat had a beautifully printed program tied with a
large satin bow. Sitting down, we made small talk about the club and Black
Hollywood until the lights went out.
The first half was opera singers. I tried hard to stay
awake. Work had been crazy, and I had been up for over thirty-six hours.
Getting a jab in the ribs, just as my eyes started to close, woke me. Shaking
myself awake, I opened up the program to read about the next section. I turned
to the back. The dance portion of tonight’s performance.
That’s when I saw her. Her big hazel eyes, her long, wavy
brown hair falling over her shoulders, cascading down her back, her pale,
creamy skin. Her picture spoke to me. I felt as though her eyes were pulling me
to her, and her lips looked delectable. She was my next Hollywood Sweetheart. I
could not wait to see her dance. Touching the picture, a shiver went down my
spine.
The music suddenly changed. I looked up. She didn't have the
typical ballet dancer body. The long muscular legs traveled up to a beautiful
ass. The hourglass figure was pure perfection, curves in all the right places.
Healthy, not like the stick figure I had seen earlier. Most importantly she had
perfect perky breasts. The cleavage poking above her costume made my mouth
salivate. Brunette hair, pulled into a tight bun on her head, showed off her
long neck. She was absolutely perfect. My cock twitched, I had to meet her.
Once her face looked out into the crowd, I felt her eyes
boring into my soul. I could picture her magazine spread already… Her naked,
except for her pointe shoes, shot from the back, highlighting her muscles
perfectly with light and shadows. I would also love to do a private picture
with her, too. Bound on pointe with her ass in the air. My cock was straining
in my tux pants, needing to be released.
I quickly took out my phone and typed in Sabrina Bennett,
next BHS.
The images in my head were making it unbearably hard to sit
still. I quickly looked around to see if I could find Lana, thinking it was
probably impossible in the large crowd. Sure enough, I found her staring at me
four rows back, biting her lip in contemplation of what she wanted me to do to
her, no doubt. She was nothing compared to Sabrina, but she would do for
tonight.
I excused myself to Sara and Jon. As I stood up I caught Lana’s
eye, and nodded toward the door, indicating for her to follow me. Reaching the
lobby, Lana was on my heels. I walked toward the men’s restroom, and held the
door open for her. Locking the door behind me, I turned around to see her
already on her knees in front of me, ready and willing to suck me off. As she
reached for my zipper, all I could picture was the Sabrina girl’s face. Letting
my head fall back onto the door, I closed my eyes and tried to keep going, but
Lana was not Sabrina. I could not do this; I tucked myself back into my pants
and quickly exited the building. I had to meet my sweetheart, soon.
***
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FL Jacob
New Low Price $2.99
Amazon: http://amzn.to/192SkSH
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/
Barnes & Noble: http://
Enjoy the other books in the series:
I Won't Give Up on You and A Very Merry Black Hollywood Christmas
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