Nova

After Artis left, I couldn't help but smile, his scent lingering on my skin and in the air. I stretched languidly, feeling the ache of pleasure in every inch of my body.

His lovemaking was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a perfect blend of passion and dominance that left me craving more. With a sigh, I pushed the sheets aside and stood up, my legs still wobbly from our intense morning session.

I picked up the scattered clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and straightened up the living room; I changed my bedsheets, and the scent of our lovemaking clung to the fabric.

A thought of Sha'Main crossed my mind like a ghost from the past. His invitation to his club opening was still etched in my brain, a reminder of the unexplored path I had chosen to leave untouched. Out of respect for Artis and the depth of our newfound bond, I knew I couldn't go down that road, but I also knew that showing support for an entrepreneur was important. Plus, it's a networking opportunity.

I grabbed my phone and typed out a quick text to Sha'Main. Me: "Hey, sorry I've been MIA. I'd love to come to your club opening tonight to show some love." I hit send before I could second-guess myself, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt.

As I waited for his response, I couldn't help but wonder how he'd take the news. Would he see through my ruse or think I was genuinely interested in him again? Whatever his reaction, I was determined to keep things strictly professional.

Sha'Main replied almost immediately, his response a flurry of happy emojis and exclamation points. Main: "Can't wait to see you there, gorgeous," he wrote, and I felt a twinge of something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't desire, not anymore, but rather the thrill of keeping a secret that could potentially set the stage for drama. I knew I had to tread carefully, especially with Artis' possessive nature. Main: "Wear white" with a winking emoji. He wrote.

I immediately went into my closet to see if I had anything white worthy of a club opening. Of course, I didn't, so I called in a favor from my extremely wealthy man. Me: "Baby, I need something to wear tonight for a friend's lounge opening. I need something new," I wrote. Artis sent me the address of the Chazmins boutique. AG: "I got you, love. Shop till you drop," he wrote with a kissing emoji.

Within an hour, I was strutting into the swanky boutique, feeling like a celebrity. The attentive staff knew exactly who I was and pampered me accordingly. I tried on outfit after outfit, the luxurious fabrics caressing my skin like a lover's touch. Finally, I found it: a white, sheer, and crystal dress with long sleeves and crystals feathered in an ombre effect on the sheer sleeves.

I chose white lingerie peppered with crystals that played peek--boo under my dress. It's daring, but I fucking love it; it made my curves look like they were painted on by a master artist. The plunging neckline showed off my ample ample cleavage. Mid-thigh, the ruched bunching on the bottom half was comfortable, cradling my hips and booty.

But it was the shoes that stole the show. The attendant handed me a box with a knowing smile, and when I opened it, I gasped. Inside were a pair of size 6.5 iridescent and crystal-studded Giuseppe Zanotti heels. They sparkled under the lights, looking like modern Cinderella slippers but with a seductive, edgy twist. I slid my feet into them, and it was like they were made for me. The height was just right, and the way they made me walk was pure seduction. I could feel the power at every step, as if I were about to conquer the world.

I strutted out of the dressing room, and the attendant's eyes widened. "You look ...yummy," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Those heels are a perfect match for that dress." She handed me a small bag with the boutique's logo on it. "A little something extra from Mr. Greer," she winked. Inside was a diamond choker that would make the perfect finishing touch to my ensemble.

As I left the store, feeling like a million bucks, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. I'm about to pull and show Artis his handy work. I smirked to myself.

As I stepped out of the limo, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city. The studio was a beacon of creativity, its neon lights flickering in the twilight. The driver held the door open for me, and I stepped out with the grace of a woman who knew she looked good.

I had the dress, the heels, and the choker. The ensemble was simple yet elegant, showcasing my natural beauty without screaming for attention. This kind of look said, 'I'm here, but I'm not trying too hard.' I walked into the studio like the future Mrs. Greer. The place was a hive of activity, with artists and engineers darting in and out of the various rooms, all lost in their own worlds of music.

I made my way to the control room, the sound of beats and melodies melding into a symphony. When I pushed the door open, the conversation inside abruptly halted. All eyes turned to me, and a smoldering fire ignited in Artis' gaze as he took in my outfit. He was surrounded by his usual entourage, but it was like we were the only two people in the room for a moment.

"Damn, Nova," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Sexy ass." The room was filled with a sudden tension, a mix of envy and lust from the other men in the room. I gave him a small smile, feeling pleased at his words.

"Thought you'd like it," I said, my voice a soft purr. Artis' expression softened, managing to keep his cool. He nodded, beckoning me to come over to him. I smirked and obliged. He sat me on his lap so that my ass was on his dick. A simple act, but it boldly showed everyone that I belonged to him.

"You know I got you," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I don't share either." His words sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded. I knew he was right, and I didn't have a protest.

"I'll behave," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, his hand sliding up my thigh to the hem of my dress. His thumb brushed against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

"Artis," I whispered, my heart racing as he announced me as his woman to the room full of men, including Krossroads and Cam.

The air thickened with a mix of knowing smiles and nods, acknowledging our bond. Only Romie, the youngest and most outspoken of the group, had the audacity to laugh sarcastically. "Noo, you don't say!" he chortled, shaking his head. "We already knew Art. Yah, been hiding shit for no reason." he scoffed.

Krossroads' expression remained neutral. His eyes flicked to me and back to Artis before returning to the mixing board and shaking his head slightly. Cam gave us a nod. His eyes lingered on my legs before he turned away; a smirk tugged on his lips.

"We weren't hiding," I said, my voice a little too defensive. "We were just...taking it slow." Artis chuckled, his arms tightening around my waist. "Slow my ass," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Your ass had me sprung since day one."

The room erupted into laughter, and I couldn't help but blush. But I knew he was right. There was something about him that had captured me from the very start; maybe it was the way he was going to town on that long dick on our first encounter.

"Speaking of our first encounter." I teased. "Don't you fuckin dare," Artis growled in my ear. I threw my head back in laughter. "I wouldn't do you like that, baby," I said, kissing his cheek. Dropping my voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. "But you never told me; how did that even happen? Why were you? ..you know."

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. In hushed whispers only I could hear, he murmured, "Let's just say I was enjoying an...audiobook a little too much that day," his eyes dark with amusement. "It's been a minute, two years, actually, until today." He bit his lip seductively.

"Two years?" I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Two long years," he said, his voice thick with meaning. "When you strutted in here, all sass, all that ass, and fire, I knew I had to have you." "That's been my mission since that day, baby," he said, smiling warmly; his dimples were prominent. It made me blush.

The room had gone quiet again, and I felt the weight of their stares. He kissed me and smiled.

The intensity was there, but I saw something different in his gaze as he held me in his arms. It was a look of tenderness and vulnerability that I had never seen before. It made me want to melt into him, to be swallowed up by his love and never come out.

But before I could say anything more, he abruptly stood, the room seeming to freeze around us. He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a velvet bag. The kind that held promises and commitments. He approached me, holding the bag with a smug look on his face. He pulled out a woman's version of his infamous AG chain, diamond Cuban links glinting in the studio lights. It was breathtaking, a perfect replica of his own, a symbol of his dominance in the music world.

"Let there be no mistake from here on out," he announced, his voice echoing through the hushed room. He clasped the necklace around my neck; the cool metal and the diamonds were heavy. The room went silent, all eyes on us as the chain settled into place, the diamonds sparkling like stars around my neck. It was a declaration, a statement of ownership that was as ancient as it was modern, as raw as it was beautiful, and meshed well with the diamond choker I received from Chazmins Boutique.

I gasped, my hand flying to the chain. It was heavier than I had imagined, a physical reminder of his love and our relationship's power dynamics. The room was still, everyone watching as Artis marked me as his. Krossroads' eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He knew better than to talk shit, especially regarding me.

The silence was broken by the sound of my phone buzzing in my bag. I reached for it, expecting it to be 'Main confirming, and it was. I wrote him a quick text:

Me: "Omw." "Baby, I gotta take off." "Bye, yah," I said over my shoulder, Artis led me out to the entry doors.

"It's gon' be a long night, love," he said, peppering kisses on my lips as he handed me the elevator key to his penthouse. "This is yours now," he whispered in my ear. His voice was filled with a promise of what was to come. "I'll have Uno pick you up after the opening."

I took the key, feeling the cold metal in my palm. I couldn't help but smile. He was giving me full access to his personal space. "I expect you to be in my bed..tonight, Nova," he said firmly, a smirk tugging on his lips. I'll be here a while. Have fun, but not too much fun," he said with a quirked eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I'll save all the fun for you," I promised, my voice low and sultry. He leaned in, kissing me deeply before releasing me with a gentle push. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.