His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Scream so that one day, a hundred years from now, another sister will not have to dry her tears wondering where in history she lost her voice.
(A/N saw this on an Iranian woman's protest banner)

KEILEE

I find the owner of the voice. The beautiful lady that I recognize as Madison Crapper clings to Darelle's arm like a leech. Everybody knows Madison Crapper as the mayor's daughter or Darelle's girlfriend.

Her ivory skin is as smooth as a baby's bottom –perks of being a skin care influencer I guess. Dressed in a red gown with a high halter neckline and a cut out strappy back, she is the show of the show. The long form fitting skirt hugs her slender figure amazingly. If she wasn't an influencer, I think she'd give Gigi Hadid a run for her money.

What quickly snags my attention though is the way Darelle shrinks back in her presence. His shoulders hunch back and every sign of warmth he had on his face dissipates, replaced by a grim expression. That's weird. I thought he'd be all smiles after seeing his girlfriend but he looks like he just had an encounter with the grim reaper.

"Baby, aren't you gonna introduce me?" She doesn't need stand on her tiptoes because her height combined with the six inch heels she has on, makes it easy for her to force a kiss on his cheek. One that Darelle subtly pulls away from. But I'm nosy so it doesn't go past me. I don't think I'm seeing the power couple people keep talking about.

Darelle clears his throat nervously. "Madison this is Keilee." I guess in front of his girlfriend I'm Keilee. "Keilee this is Madison."

"The girlfriend." Madison adds, casting me a piercing glare.

Because I can be the better person and ignore her paranoia, I put on my best fake grin. "Hey, I love your dress." I stretch my hand for a shake. Madison's hooded green eyes skim my body from head to toe, her disgust apparent. Her sight drops to my hand, no indication of returning my gesture.

"What happened to your face?" She meets a stranger and the first thing she does is pick on their flaws? Regardless, I decide to give her the benefit of doubt. "It's acne." You'd think she'd know that from her being a skin care influencer and all but what do you know? Social media is fueled by one thing –lies.

Her blonde eyebrows pull together. "Where are you from?" She doesn't know when to stop does she? She's lucky I would like to finish my parfait in peace.

Darelle runs his hand through his midnight hair, drawing a deep breath. He looks as if he wants to say something but thinks against it when Madison grips his bicep even tighter.

He doesn't need to stand up for me. I am no damsel in distress. I can very well fight my battles and win them. Alone. "We're standing on American soil are we not?"

Like she can sense I need backup, Kira positions herself beside me. "Hey babe." She chirps.

"Great they just invited everybody." Madison mutters loud enough for the three of us to hear. This girl is really testing my gangster.

"What?" It's not meant to be a question but she answers it anyway.

"I just didn't realize people like you would be invited." The sheepishness in her voice should've been a sign for the stupidity she just said.

"And I didn't realize this was supposed to be an all whites party." I strike back, keeping my anger at bay.

I place my now empty glass of parfait on the pastry table as Madison struggles to find the right words. Finally, she sighs. "No, don't get angry." Now I'm angry. "I didn't mean it like that." Oh my God. "I have a black boyfriend." Who is a lighter shade of brown. Not to be biased or anything but generally light brown people get favored more than the rest of us. "And I watch Korean dramas and work with Asian and black brands." She pathetically tries to justify herself.