“I didn’t know you were filming this weekend.” He kissed her shoulder again. “My bad.”
“You can’t sweet talk me because there are cameras, O.” Aaliyah bit. “You ignored me since Tuesday. Did you receive my calls and texts?”
“I did. I was very busy if you haven’t noticed,” he defended, “we’re in the middle of confirming a Supreme Court justice.”
“Oh, so you’re too busy to return calls this week but when you want some ass, you have all the time in the world?” She nodded. “You better call Tyrone with that shit.”
“Damn, I love it when you’re mad at me,” he purred, “can you go all Erykah Badu on me again with a touch of Jill Scott and Ledisi?”
“O!” She turned to face him and was stunned by his piercing blue eyes and warm demeanor. “I’m mad at you. You ignored me all week.”
“Let me make it up to you by taking you to the fundraiser tonight.” His lips brushed against her earlobe. “And then you can punish me by withholding that sweet pussy from me and making me beg for it.”
Aaliyah’s eyes widened and she briefly glanced over to the women before them. Marcie and Starr were wrapped up in their own dialogue, they didn’t even pay attention to their children. She hoped to hell they didn’t hear the conversation. “Not. In. Front. Of. Our. Mothers.”
“I’m being a good boy and telling you I’m sorry for ignoring you. I didn’t want you to be the brunt of my frustration so it was best that I didn’t contact you.” He replied. His free hand rested between her thighs and a low groan escaped his throat upon feeling her warmth. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“O…” Aaliyah warned as she felt his hand reach under her skirt and played with the fabric of her pink panties. Her nipples became hardened and her body betrayed her upon feeling his touch. A slow arousal gathered in her sex and all she wanted was to feel Ocean’s fingers inside of her.
Common sense stopped Aaliyah. “…not here.”
“Okay,” he removed his hand and Aaliyah felt the loss, “but after lunch.”
“Ocean,” Starr turned towards her son, “is Aaliyah coming with us tonight to Briana’s fundraiser?”
“Yes,” Ocean didn’t skip a beat, “we’re going to get her gown tonight.” He turned towards Marcie. “Did you want to come, Marcie? It’ll be fun and some networking opportunities. You can bring a friend, if you like.”
“Well, I don’t know,” she touched her hair, “it’s last-minute and I still need to do my hair.”
“I can do your hair, Mommy.” Aaliyah replied. “Come on! Bring Aunt Evelyn! I’m sure she would like to go.”
“Well, I guess.” Marcie thought about her closet. Nothing in there spoke high-profile political gala. “I need to go to the mall and get a dress!”
“I got you,” Ocean covered. He pulled out his wallet and took out his black AMEX. “Treat yourself. Mother, treat Marcie to the best.”
“Wow,” Marcie was impressed, “what’s my budget?”
“None.” Ocean stated and Marcie’s eyes widened. “None. Treat yourself. Have fun today, ladies.”
~~~~~~
“That was nice what you did for my mom back there,” Aaliyah stated as she entered Ocean’s Bel-Air estate. It had been so long since she’d been there, she almost forgot how luxurious it was. The home seemed bigger than she’d remembered.
The home was stunning, sleek, and modern. It also felt warm like sweet potato pie and Sunday mornings listening to Al Green songs. It was the perfect hug between fancy and comfortable.
They went out shopping right after lunch with cameras in tow. The pair forgot about the cameras and just had fun with each other as she tried on expensive gown after another. Aaliyah honestly felt like a fairy princess on her way to the ball and Ocean treated as such.
After choosing a gown, Ocean took Aaliyah to a fine jewelry store and bought her an earring and necklace set. Aaliyah never wanted diamonds so her jewelry was rubies and emeralds. They also asked the camera crew to not film them at his home so they could have privacy.
“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do it to seek favor from you,” Ocean added as he plopped down on the sofa, “I did it because Marcie is a good woman and she deserves the best.”
“I appreciate the sentiment either way,” Aaliyah laid next to Ocean, and snuggled up to him. “That was very sweet of you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” He kissed her forehead. “We have a few hours to spare before we need to get ready. Did you want to waste some time with me?”
“Mmm…” She moaned. “…by doing what, Senator?”
“Going swimming,” he replied, “it’s a nice day for the pool.”
