Vixen and The Thug

XXIIX

“I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
-Angelita Lim

Chapter XXIIX.

Sly's POV

As soon as she same into the living room wearing the knee length olive green dress with the scalloped detailing on the long sleeves, off the shoulder neck line, and bottom of the dress I knew I couldn't let her get away. Y'all know that green is my baby's color. Something about it manages to enhance the brown of her eyes and the sheen of her healthy skin.  Not to mention those sky high shoes that she had on also made her tall as me if not taller when I was seated. That shit was sexy as fuck to me because it had her looking confident and there was something to be said about a woman that was comfortable in who she is.

"I look bad?" Elle asked as she pulled at the dress like it wasn't going to tastefully go back to clinging to her curves once her fingers losen from the material.

"Baby, you know you don't. Turn around so I can see the back" I encouraged, I was about to have her head a lil' big when I was done if I had the brain power to think with all the blood supply going to the bottom half of my body. "You out here looking like you need to be on a runway or something….you thinking about modeling? My baby look like a whole 3 course meal. I'm talking 'bout the appetizer, the entree, and desert. With a night cap to finish the night. Damn you getting thick" I bit down on my fist a little when  I saw how her ass was sitting. Now she had to know her body was on point. From what I gathered from the small tidbits that Milly would drop she was hitting the gym more strictly like she was on some revenge shit and she was definitely making her point made. 

She laughed a little, showing her smile as she came more into the room. "Sly, chill you better stop gassing me before I be think I really am somebody" she joked as she came closer so that we were no longer talking with all that distance between us. My hand was itching to reach out and pull her into me because her neck was calling my name with the way that she had her hair now styled into a low bun to show off the jewelry that was part of the fit.

"I'm not even gassing you. Baby, you looking good as fuck. Come on let's get this night started." I reached out for her hand and with no hesitation she accept.  We went into the second bedroom of the suite. I hired a photographer to take our pictures. I wanted it to kind of be like a king and his queen theme with a little bit of hood. I know it seemed odd but the dude said he understood what I was asking for. Once I got the room door all the way open I was impressed with the set up. He has all of the furniture removed from the room with some long drapping covering on the walls so the background of the set was a soft Heather grey that held a slight shimmer.

In the middle of the room there was throne fit for a king indeed. The chair was regal with a seat big enough for two fully grown people. The back of the chair had a nice designed craved in to so you could tell a real craftman had spend his time working on it. Not wanting to waste anymore time by just letting my eye take it in, I walked further into the room so that Elle could have an unobstructed view. "Baby…..this is for me?" She gasped as she took the room in. I guess because she was a makeup artist by trade, she was used to help people get ready for pictures but to have the same thing done for her she was feeling a little different.

Then as I looked to the side I saw two ladies planning amongst themselves for the shoot while checking over the accessories they thought would enhance the shoot. "I thought you might want to immortalize all that hard work you've been putting in the gym. And I know you been wanting to take pictures since a few months back so, I thought this might be nice. And before you even say anything we don't have to take 'couples' pictures. I understand if you don't want it" I bit out the end because I didn't understand. In my mind we never were not a couple. This entire time we had started talking she had been my girl. Shit, the moment I saw her in the club wearing those pants with her lion's mane of hair flowing.