•ELOQUENCE•

1. The Pickup line

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•The Pickup Lines•
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"And then I said my boat is bigger and faster so lets race" and 6 men, dressed in basic suit and ties fall into laughter.

The joke, if it could even be called that had been the most basic shit i've ever heard and a desperate cry of "i have money to buy things to impress people who don't give two fucks about me" ive heard.

These were not my kind of people, nor my kind of scene and the only reason I came was because I had been nominated one of the most influential people in New York— and the only black woman at that. I had to show, somewhere in the world there was a little black girl that would be inspired by that.

So here i am hair in big bouncy curls down to the middle of my back, a strapless black floor length curve hugging dress with a slit to reveal my soft brown thighs and red heels in a room full of boring men who'd rather talk about material shit instead.

For them to have as much money as they do, you'd think their suits would look more expensive instead of some cheap prom suit they rented from a rent-a-suit at a strip mall.

I thought it would be more networking— talking about how we could combine efforts to make New York better for the less fortunate but these folk were slightly out of touch with things like that.

"Wine?" A tall slender man asked as he holds a tray out to me and i thank him taking the glass. If i was going to stay for the next few hours I needed a drink... or seven. But one was a good start.

The banquet held at guinevere manor... one of the most expensive and hardest to book unless your father owned it. And just as expected Bradfod guinevere was just as privileged and entitled as a man that grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Wandering through the large first floor as i finish the glass of wine I find my way to the library noticing a man staring at the large bookshelf. Dressed in a midnight black suit with a barely noticeable design i notice his muscles through the well fitted sleeves. What grabs my attention actually is the book he has in his hand and I glance over at it before rolling my eyes.

"Does my choice in literature offend you?" His warm husky voice speaks and I quickly look up at him knowing he most definitely caught whatever face i made.

Shit.

"I am so sorry for whatever judgemental face i just made" i quickly apologize ready to explain how sometimes my face spoke whatever my mouth didn't but quickly realizing that would sound worse.

His chuckle stops me though, and it's even warmer and deeper than his voice.

"I'm just kidding" he smiles putting the book back on the shelf which I give a sigh of relief.

"Im sorry but 48 laws of power? Its trash and there's much better books you can read." i tell him looking over the walls covered in floor to ceiling shelves with books stacked cover to cover and occasional book end separating series from random books.

"Ouch, that book has some really good reviews" he playfully defends and i scoff running my fingers over the spine of books as i walk past them.

"Yeah by Hotep niggas who thinks the sun shines out that authors ass" i slander them, earning another laugh from him.

"Oh yeah? So What would a woman of your caliber recommend?" He ask taking a step back sipping a dark liquor over ice before licking his thick lips.