Chapter 5：5. The Premier (1/2)

Alexander Davis finally walk the premier with our lovely Kamaria. She's still twenty years old. But her sway, her attitude, her manner and her posture clearly showed her upbringing. Her dark chocolate skin and her slender physique brings out the simple beauty of the dress that she was wearing. She had her own favorite designer for this kind of events.

She had told me the meaning of her name. ”Kamaria, means moonlight Adriana, they said that's what my parents named me after.” Her parents were gunned down by the rebels, and she was brought secretly to America by her uncle when she was twelve.”

Then she was entrusted to me by that same uncle, who was a friend of my deceased father. He was dying of a terminal cancer and he needed someone to take care of her and he had no one else.

She was like a sister to me, I didn't want her to be a sugar baby. I kept her for the longest time as an administrative worker. She didn't like to stay alone in the apartment when she was in her teens, she would tail me around in the office everyday when she was done with school.

Until one day she shyly mentioned to me that she wanted to be a sugar baby. And that she was still a virgin. I was livid, we argued back and forth for months until I finally gave up.

Now she was one of our top ranked  sugar baby. And obviously Mr. Davis would only wanted the best. They looked like a happy couple, she was very beautiful and he looked very handsome. His hold on her was possessive. He would some time gave her kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her naked shoulder and they would hold hands, then she would reciprocate by kissing his cheek and smiled.

The crowd loved them. She was easy on the camera. I was so proud of her, my baby sister. But somehow deep down inside I felt a tinge of jealousy for not being in his arms.

Mm...what? Nope, not jealousy. Not me for sure!

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”Adriana! I had the greatest time! Thank you for setting me up with him. He was such a gentleman. He showed me to the coolest places, and met all the fancy people. I was holding my face still the whole night trying not to look too excited. I never met so many famous people in one go. And they all asked who's my personal stylist.....”

She was rambling on and on about her night, while I continue sipping on my espresso and lighting another cigarette. I was on my laptop, finishing off some work in my black sheer lingerie. It was one of my guilty pleasure, well aside from the mountain of heels that I had been collecting over the years. I was working throughout the dinning table, paperwork scattered beside my trusty laptop.

Then there was a knock at the door, ”Kami, would you get that please, I'm drowning here honey.” She was at the door in no time. My eyes were still on the laptop, my lips puffing out some smoke.

I dragged my cigarette, feeling as the nicotine flowed trough my body, and making me relaxed.

I should really stop smoking. But it feels too damn good.

Putting the cigarette on the ashtray I started typing again, but then I heard her. ”Alexander, hi what brings you back? Oh my god thank you! I was looking for my phone. Would you like to come in?”

Oh fucking hell! Seriously??

”Adriana! It's Alexander, he brought back my phone. I thought I left it somewhere and lost it.” I was just about to make myself scarce, until Kamaria called me out, making him looked straight at me.

I'm in deep shit!