Nova

When I arrived at Sha'Main's address, the place looked nothing like a club. It was an old warehouse, illuminated by dim lights that cast eerie shadows on the graffiti-covered walls. The sound of distant bass thumped through the air, the heartbeat of the nightlife hidden within. I sent him a quick text, feeling a twinge of anxiety. "Um..I'm outside, where are you?"

Almost immediately, he appeared, striding out of the shadows like a phantom. Dressed in all black, with a white button-up shirt untucked and a smug grin on his face, he looked like a character from a graphic novel. "Nova," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "You made it." He gestured towards the large metal door, and the anticipation grew. "You look stunning, Nova." He said seductively.

"This isn't what I was expecting," I admitted, looking around the deserted alleyway.

"It's not supposed to be," he replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's an exclusive art gallery that turns into a club after hours. I wanted something different for my opening." He pushed open the heavy door, revealing a space that was a stark contrast to the alley outside. The warehouse had been transformed into a sleek, modern industrial playground, with the walls adorned with vibrant street art and sculptures that looked like they belonged in a museum. The lighting was soft, casting an intimate and vibrant ambiance.

As we entered, the bass thumped louder, weaving through the conversations of the already gathered elite. The smell of fresh paint and champagne filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of marijuana. Sha'Main's hand was warm on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. His touch was a gentle reminder of the line I was walking and the potential consequences of my actions.

"This place is amazing," I said, genuinely impressed by the transformation. The walls were lined with abstract art, each piece more intriguing than the last. People in designer clothes mingled and laughed, their conversations a symphony of ambition and excitement.

Sha'Main led me through the throng of guests, and I couldn't help but notice how his hand rested on my lower back, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. His touch was electric, a silent promise of our shared passion. As we approached the bar, I caught the eye of a young woman dressed in a flowing black gown, her hair a kaleidoscope of colors. She was a vision of avant-garde fashion, with Alyzs Dubois's signature edgy flair etched into every detail of her outfit. She raised her glass in a silent toast, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

To my left, I spotted a giant of a man, Roman Dubois, the legendary model turned fashion designer known for luxury and daring silhouettes. He was dressed in all black, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the room, his presence commanding the attention of everyone around him. His eyes met mine, and he gave me a nod of respect, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I felt like I had entered a secret society where art was king, and I was a welcome guest.

"You're going to love the entertainment," Sha'Main whispered in my ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on my neck. "I've got some surprises in store."

The evening was a whirlwind of art, music, and the electricity of the city's elite. Each room revealed new wonders, from the sculptures that seemed to dance in the shadows to the live art installations that were as mesmerizing as they were confounding. Sha'Main was the perfect host, charming and enigmatic. His hand never left my back, guiding me through the maze of art and artists, the air thick with creativity and desire.

We stopped in front of a particularly provocative painting: a nude female form sprawled across a canvas, her eyes closed in an expression of ecstasy. The artist, a young woman with a shaved head and piercings was discussing her work with a group of eager patrons. Sha'Main leaned in, his voice low. "What do you think?"

I met his gaze, my eyes full of challenge. "I think it's beautiful," I said, my voice steady. "Raw and unapologetic." His eyes searched mine for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face. He knew I was referring to more than just the art. "It's all about perception, isn't it?" he murmured.

Suddenly, his hand was at the small of my back again, guiding me through a hidden door. We emerged into a VIP lounge, the stark contrast of the velvet seating and dim lights making me feel like I had entered a secret chamber. The scent of expensive champagne and fresh fruit filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of exotic perfumes. The walls were adorned with more art, but these pieces were more intimate and more...sensual.

Sha'Main led me to a secluded area of the lounge, a plush black velvet sofa waiting like a seductive embrace. He gestured for me to sit, his eyes never leaving mine. A waiter approached, presenting a silver tray laden with flutes of bubbly and a platter of fruit. I took one, sipping the cool liquid and feeling the bubbles dance on my tongue. It was a heady mix of sweetness and sharpness, much like the evening itself.

As we sat, the conversations around us grew more hushed, the music a low, pulsing rhythm that seemed to resonate in my very bones. The air was charged with tension, with desire, and I could feel it crackling between us. Sha'Main leaned in, his hand resting on my thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. "You know I want you, Nova," he said, his voice a low murmur. "But I know you have a man, so I'll keep my hands...and lips to myself," he said, smirking.

I raised an eyebrow, sipping my champagne. "Good to know," I said, my voice cool and composed. Inside, my heart was racing, my body responding to his proximity despite my resolve to remain faithful to Artis. "But let's not pretend you didn't enjoy our little...detour." I teased.

He chuckled, his eyes darkening. "I've never been one to deny what I want," he said, his gaze lingering on my neck, where the chain lay. "But you're right, you're taken." He leaned back, his hand sliding away. "A-G," he said, tracing the letters on my chain. "The hit-maker? Swim? Artis Greer?" I pursed my lips and nodded slowly. His eyebrows shot up.

"Well, shit, of course you are...sexy ass," he said, his voice laced with a hint of envy. "He's a legend, and you're...his." I could see the regret oozing off of him. Artis was more than just a successful producer; he was a force in the industry, a man whose name was whispered with a mix of awe and fear. But more than that, he was the man who had claimed me, the man who had given me the kind of pleasure I never knew existed.

"He's fuckin' intense." Main chuckled. "Not really, he's a simple man." Sitting there. I was longing for Artis' touch now. I missed him.

My phone vibrated in my clutch, and I glanced down to see a message from Artis. "Tick-tock," it read. My heart skipped a beat, and I knew exactly what it meant. He was keeping tabs on me, reminding me that time was of the essence, and that he was expecting me back in his penthouse soon. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him waiting for me, his patience probably wearing thin.

"Everything okay?" Sha'Main asked, noticing my expression.

"Yeah," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just my... boss," I giggled. Main tilted his head. "AG is a lucky muh'fucka; I hope he understands that," Main said seriously.

"I'm sure he does," I replied, standing up and smoothing out my dress. "But now, it's time for me to go home." Sha'Main nodded, his hand sliding down my arm to grasp my hand. He walked me out of the VIP lounge, back through the throngs of the party, and out to the alley where a sleek black limo waited.

"Thank you for an amazing night," I said, my voice filled with genuine warmth. "I'll be sure to tell Artis all about it." His grip tightened briefly before releasing me. "Tell him I said hello," he said, his eyes never leaving mine.

As I slipped into the cool embrace of the limo, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. I enjoyed the evening, the art, and the company, but the pull of Artis was too strong. I was eager to return to him and be in his arms again. The limo pulled away from the curb, and the city lights blurred outside the tinted windows. The privacy screen slid up, and I leaned back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

The car ride was short, but it felt like an eternity. My mind was racing with the events of the evening, the way Sha'Main had looked at me, the way Artis had claimed me in front of everyone at the studio. When we arrived at the penthouse, I couldn't wait to see him, to kiss him, and feel his love.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the opulent lobby of Artis' building. The gleaming marble floors and chrome walls reflected the soft glow of the pendant lights above. Feeling a little dizzy from the champagne, I stepped out and made my way to the private elevator that would whisk me up to his penthouse. I slid the key into the slot, and the doors closed with a soft whoosh.

As the elevator ascended, my heart raced. What would he be like when I got there? Would he be as intense as he was at the studio, or would he have cooled down? The anticipation was intoxicating, as was the thought of his touch, his kiss, and how he made me feel like the only woman in the world.

When the doors opened the music was faint, a slow R&B jam that set the mood for what was to come. I heard his deep voice, the sound sending a jolt of desire through me. "Is that my good girl?" he called out, his voice thick with lust. I stepped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the low light. Artis was lounging on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned and revealing his muscular chest. He had a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes never leaving me.

"You enjoyed your little art excursion?" he asked, his tone playful yet demanding. I walked over to him, the chain around my neck feeling heavier than ever. "It was amazing," I said, my voice a little breathless. "But I missed you."

He set the glass down and stood, his presence filling the room as he approached me. "You're all I need, Nova," he said, his voice a low rumble. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb tracing my jaw line. "But I know you had fun," he added, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

"Okay, I did," I admitted. I watched as his eyes darkened, the desire in them making me wet with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath warm against my neck, and whispered, "Show me."

Quickly, he spun me around, pushing me against the wall. His hand slid up my thigh under my dress, and with a swift motion, he pulled my panties aside. Two of his thick, calloused fingers slid into my pussy, filling me up in a way that made me gasp. He held them there momentarily, his eyes on mine, before pulling them out and bringing them to his nose.

"What the fuck was that?" I snapped, pushing him away. He stepped back, his expression a mix of amusement and lust. "Just making sure you're still mine," he said, licking his fingers clean. "And from the smell of it...you are," he said smugly.