"This isn't what I fucking ordered." The hefty man rudely said. "My steak isn't done enough." Sighing, Felicia has had it with this job. The rude patrons shouting at her every minute. She worked at the upscale Italian restaurant, Whitney's, for three years. A year after her son, Elijah, was born she's been on her own in New York. Paying the bills, going to school, and letting her neighbors watch Eli while she worked, Whitney's wasn't paying enough for all of that. So she had to do something she's never thought she would do. No she wasn't a stripper or a prostitute, she's a webcam girl. Working tables by day, and chatting to horny men by night.

"Vinny, I got a bastardo who says his steak isn't done enough." Felicia said to the chef.

"What! I'll make it well done for him alright." He said grabbing the steak and putting it on the grill, after cooking it, he put it on the plate and spat on it. "Let's see how he likes that." Felicia laughed, taking the food back to the rude man, putting on a fake smile.

"Here's your steak, sir. Sorry for the mistake." She said to him. He only gruffed, mumbling that she'd better get it right or she'd be out of a job.

There were many wealthy people that came to eat at Whitney's. Celebrities, models, politicians, businessmen, they all came to flash their money, and order the most expensive things on the menu.

Going to the next table, she got ready to take orders, that's when she met him. He was so handsome. Long eyelashes to go with beautiful blue eyes. He had a nice strong jaw, his brown hair was wavy and stopped just below his ears. Of course he was wealthy, judging by the Tom Ford suit he was wearing. She was so focused on him, she forgot he had a date. She was a petite redhead. He looked angry or annoyed, while his date looked down at her menu awkwardly. Going to their table was equally as awkward as Felicia could feel the tension. "Welcome to Whitney's, My name Felicia, I'll be your waitress. May I offer you some wine?" She asked them.

"Yes." The handsome man said. She poured their wine, and he grabbed her wrist gently. "Leave the wine bottle, please." She nodded, not being able to look away from his crystal-like eyes.

"Um, Are you both ready to order, or do you need more time?"

"We're ready to order." He said. "I'd like veal scallopini, and for my date..." He trailed off. "Hm...I'll just have the farro salad." His date said while smiling flirtaciously at him.

Felicia nodded, "Ok, I'll just grab these menus, and your food will be out momentarily." She said before walking away.

Andrew Harper stared after the black waitress as she walked away. He'd never seen a black woman as dark as her before, her skin reminded him of dark chocolate, delicious dark chocolate. If she weren't a waitress, he'd kick his date, Shanna, to the curb and have a great night with her. He tuned out Shanna's chattering once again, the woman could talk his ear off with her mindless chatter. He only agreed to this date because his publicist told him dating an heiress and model would be great for his business. Honestly, Shanna was annoying, the furthest he'd go with her is just a one night stand. But that black woman...she was fit. He watched her walk around the restaurant, going to different tables. Her ass looked plump in the form fitting black pants. She wasn't above average in the face, she could use make up to liven her face up, maybe take her hair down from the neat high bun.

"Are you listening to me?" Shanna asked, snapping him away from his thoughts. "Yes." He answered. Before she could say anything else, Felicia and another waitress came to the table with their food.

"Do you need more wine?" She asked.

"No thank you." Andrew said.

"Enjoy your meal." Felicia said. Andrew nodded in appreciation, watching her ass move as she walked away. Shanna turned to look in his direction.

"Why are you looking at her, did you forget something?" She asked.

"No." Andrew said before eating. Shanna pursed her lips, annoyed by his behavior tonight. When his publicist asked her on this date, she thought she'd finally had a shot with the sexy billionaire. But he wasn't talkative at all, he was emotionless, and he just looked uninterested in her. Was he secretly gay? No, she got her answer when he was staring at their waitress. That was it, he wasn't interested in her because she was white. Well she would give him a piece of her mind.

"Are you even interested in white women?" She asked bluntly. Andrew nearly choked on his food. His face was flushed, and he took a sip of wine.

"Of course I am." He said.

"I mean, be honest. You were staring pretty hard at that...black woman." Shanna whispered. He rolled his eyes, "Shanna, please eat your food." She gripped her fork angrily, and started on her salad. They ate in silence, an uncomfortable one at that. Andrew was thankful for Felicia showing up.

"Do you guys need anything else?" She asked.

"Can we get the check, please" Andrew said."Okay, I'll be back with that." She said.

Shanna watched Felicia as she walked away, she didn't seem interested in Andrew, but what sane woman could resist him. After their dinner date, Andrew took Shanna to her condo, he just wanted to forget this horrid night, fuck her, and go home. He watched as Shanna put on some music, swaying to the sounds of soft music. She walked over to him, pushing him gently on the couch,  and straddled his lap. Shanna hoped this would make him forget that waitress, there was a real woman sitting on his lap now. She pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts. Andrew was indeed impressed by the breasts she had obviously bought, they were a nice pair of double d's.

"You like?" She teased. He nodded, feeling himself harden in his pants. "Mmm, that feels big. Let's go in my room, so I can slip out of this dress." He agreed, following her to her room.

After fucking Shanna, Andrew thought it wasn't wise for him to stay over night, or she'd get attatched to him. "You're leaving?" She asked him, putting on a robe. "Yep." He said.

"Really, Andrew? I thought we were actually getting somewhere!" She screeched.

"A one night stand is not 'getting somewhere', I just wanted a quick fuck. Honestly, you're annoying and boring." He said, getting ready to walk out of the door, but Shanna stopped him.

"You're going to regret this. No one rejects Shanna Gordon." She said, flipping her red hair.

"I just did." He said before leaving. 

Once Felicia was done with her shift, she needed to pick up her one and only love, her son. After taking the bus to her apartment, she knocked on her neighbor's door. Elijah was at her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Smith's, house. They were happy to watch little Elijah while Felicia went to work. They were like the parents Felicia always wanted, and the grandparents Elijah needed. Mrs. Smith answered the door with 3 year old Elijah on her hip.

"Sorry I'm a little late." Felicia said. Mrs. Smith waved her hand dismissively. "That's alright, baby. We had us a good time today." She said, Elijah reached over to his mama, and Felicia grabbed him; pulling him close to her.

"Same time tomorrow, Eli." Mrs. Smith said. Felicia gave her a hug, and they both went to their home. Feeling too tired to cook, Felicia ordered pizza for her and Elijah. That way she could start on her second job right after she ate. There was nothing wrong with what she did by night. Though talking to lonely, horny men who don't really have the confidence to talk to women in the real world could be both funny and stressful. Some of the men that signed on to Virtual Dates could be really aggressive, and would tell her that they loved her, they loved her skin, and wanted to fuck her. Virtual Dates actually payed a hell of a lot more than her waitress job, and if she did this full time, she'd get more time with Elijah. She'd rather be a waitress too just in case being a webcam girl didn't work out. The perks of being a waitress are the nice tips. Speaking of which, that handsome wealthy man actually left her a big tip. A hundred dollars. Most people usually leave her half of that amount. Sighing, she turned on some TV for Elijah, flipping it to some cartoons, then called for some pizza. It usually takes ten to twenty minutes for the pizza to be delivered to their apartment, and after paying for their pizza, she and Elijah ate in front of the TV while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

"Mama, I want more pizza!" Elijah whined.

"Baby, you still have half a slice." She said to him. He pouted in a cute way, making it hard to say no to him. She chuckled, he knew she couldn't resist that cute face.

"Okay, but finish this slice first." She told him. He nodded, eating his pizza quickly. "You'll get a tummy ache if you eat so fast." She gave him another slice, he dropped his old slice happily.

"Thank you, mama." He said. While he ate, Felicia cleaned up the mess, putting the pizza in the fridge. She walked into the living room to check on Elijah. "You done, Eli?"

"Yes!" He said, grabbing his plate and taking it to Felicia. She washed the dishes, then got Elijah bathed and in bed.

"Now time to work." She said, sighing. She put on some eye liner, and red lipstick. Then putting on red lingerie, and taking her hair out of its bun; letting it cascade over her shoulders and breasts. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked like a sluttier version of herself, and she liked it. Grabbing her laptop, she turned it on and signed into Virtual Dates. Her web name was Fefe Heart, so no one knew her real name. There were five people waiting to chat her tonight, she set up the camera, waving to everyone. She couldn't see them when they were chatting with her as a group. She could only see them one on one with the private chats.

Sammi_boi89: Fefe ur so hot babe!!!

Down4fun: Plz do private chat Fefe

Felicia smirked sexily at the camera, then started typing. As more people began to fill up the chat conversations, asking about private shows. Fefe<3: Private shows start in five minutes

Down4fun: Aww :(

Andy34: Um I'm new here

Fefe<3: Welcome! I'm glad you came ;) It was about time to start the private shows, she pulled her box of toys from under her bed. She clicked on the newest member of the group, Andy34, he had asked to be in a private chat with her. The window for his camera popped up, and all she saw was abs. Delicious six pack abs. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

"Wow." She said.

"You're not too bad either. You're gorgeous." He said. Felicia blushed slightly. "I love chocolate." He said huskily.

"Mm, Oh you do?" She asked. She saw his hand trail down his abs to his protruding bulge. "Is that for me?"

"Yes it is. Can I see you without the bra?" He asked. She reached to unhook the bra, slowly pushing the straps down to tease him. She watched him lean forward, but she still couldn't see his face. She tossed the bra to the side, showing her tits to him. He stroked himself through his boxers as she fondled and squeezed her big natural breasts.

"Are those real?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said.

"Damn." He said under his breath, but she still heard him. Having only ten more minutes, she grabbed her favorite rabbit vibrator, showing it to him.

"You really have my interest." He said. She giggled, pulling her panties off, turning on the vibrator, and inserting it into her wet cunt. Andy's dick was out now, it was big and veiny with a bulbous head. He stroked quickly, breathing hard as Felicia thrust the vibrator in and out. She played with her nipples with her other hand. The bunny ears tickled her clit, causing her to spasm. He watched her come undone, wishing it was him making her body spasm.

"Fuck." He muttered as he came all over his hand. 

"Do I get to see your face now that we have two minutes left?" She asked. His chest rose up and down as he panted, cleaning the cum off of his hand with a shirt.

"Nope."

"Well, I better get ready for the next chat." She told him.

"Wait, I'd like to do this again." He said.

"Okay. Same time tomorrow."

After her encounter with Andy, Felicia went through more private chats with other men. None like this Andy guy. Sure some showed their faces, were sweet, had nice bodies, or were pretty much average. Maybe she was just a little tired and horny, after all she was lusting after the man's body. There's nothing wrong with that. But she hasn't been with another man since Elijah's trifling ass, deadbeat daddy, Travis. Travis was a gentleman the first few years they started dating, while they were in high school. Then when Felicia told him she was going to college, he got pissed, wanted her to stay with him and be a babymama, while he went off to start a "mixtape". Not that Felicia wanted to stomp on his dreams, it's just that Travis couldn't rap for shit. He didn't have the flow and rhythm, and he would rap about the fantasy life rappers got when they made it big. You know,  fancy cars, women, money, all of that. So while Travis was doing that, felicia was prepping for college. She broke it off with him the day before leaving for NYU, she thought it was better for both of them to be separate while she was away at college. It didn't go too well, as Travis went into a jealous fit, thinking she wanted to cheat on him.

He flipped the table over, it broke in pieces in front of her. Felicia stepped back while Travis knocked things to the ground.

"Travis, stop it." She said firmly. He looked at her with wild eyes, "What is all of this gonna solve?"

"Why you gotta lie to me though?" He asked, kicking the bits and pieces out of the way. "Why you just can't say you wanna fuck other guys?" She folded her arms, then shook her head.

"That's not the reason, Travis. I just think that we on two different levels. I'm trying to get into college, and you're trying to get this rap career. What I'm dealing with is a little more important." She told him. He threw his hands up. "Damn, Fe! So you think what I do isn't important, but you tryin' to get into this college is?" Felicia said nothing as he glared at her. "You know what, fuck you and this bullshit."

"Fuck me? Fuck this whole relationship." She shouted at him before he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Two years later, after she was coming home from school, she saw Travis sitting on the stairs to her apartment. "What are you doing here?" She asked unphased by his presence.

"I can't see my girl?" He asked.

"First of all, I'm not your girl, I haven't been your girl in two years. Second, I don't want to see you." She told him.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize, and maybe we can talk?" He said sincerely. She thought about, she'd be a fool to even think of taking him back, but they would only talk. Nothing else.

"Okay." She said, walking up the stairs, he followed her, and they went into her apartment. After their talk, Felicia ended up falling for his lines all over again, they ended up having sex on her couch. The next couple of weeks, she found out her period was late.

"Oh god, please don't let this be what I think it is." She mumbled to herself as she was in the clinic with her mother.

"Maybe if you kept your damn legs closed, this wouldn't be what it is." Her mother whispered harshly to her. Fighting back the tears that were brimming around her eyes, she held her head down. Her mother and father weren't understanding at all. They didn't care that she was an adult or that she had her own place. They were conservative and christian, they wanted her to focus on school, marry a black christian boy, and have children. But their plan for her was tainted. When she told Travis about being pregnant, she never heard from him again. He literally walked away from her, and never turned back. Having Elijah was the best thing that ever happened to her, it didn't matter that her parents shunned her and their grandchild.

Felicia then decided to put her laptop away, and get some sleep. She had work tomorrow, and she didn't want to be too tired to deal with people. The next day, she got ready for work, showering and getting dressed in her uniform. She woke Elijah up, he groggily hugged Felicia, saying he didn't want to wake up.

"Come on, baby, you can go back to sleep at the Smith's." She told him.

"Okay, mommy." He said. She helped him get dressed, and watched him brush his teeth. She helped him clean up, and put his toothbrush away. "Let's go, baby." She said, lifting him up on her waist. She grabbed her keys and purse, locking the door behind them, and walked over to the Smith's. Mrs. Smith answered after three knocks, she smiled brightly, seeming to be perky.

"Good morning, Felicia." She said as she reached out for her to place Elijah in her arms. "He's extra sleepy today."

"Yeah, it's always so hard to get him up in the morning. But here's some money to get him something to eat later. I'll see you guys when I get off." Felicia said before kissing Eli's cheek and going to the bus stop.

Later that day, Andrew sat in his office, he couldn't believe he had done that. His first time on one of those sites and he loved it, but he felt so dirty. He didn't think the site, Virtualdates.com was a legit site. After checking to see if it was, he decided to see what it had to offer. He looked at some of the girls' profiles, none were really online, there were a few, but none that sparked an interest. That's when he saw Felicia's profile, she looked practically the same, except her hair was framing her face, and she wore makeup. She was online too, and he thought 'What the hell, I'll give it a shot.' He was indeed glad he did. If she could make him cum just by playing with herself, he imagined what it would be like if he actually fucked her. The thought of Felicia was getting him hard, he couldn't focus on his work. Sitting in his office, he had the most painful erection he's ever had, and he couldn't just start jerking himself off in the office. "God, I have to see her again." He mumbled, slowly rubbing his crotch. Maybe he could see her on his lunch break.

He decided to make his plans, but was interrupted by knocking at his door. "Come in." He said. His publicist, Robert, came in with a smile on his face. Robert was a tall black man, he was very stern at times, and sometimes easy to talk to. He considered himself Andrew's friend, but would often overstep his bounderies.

"Hey, how was last night with Shanna?" He asked. Andrew sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"It was eh, could've been better." Andrew said.

"What do you mean? Shanna is beautiful and wealthy, what more could you ask for?" Robert asked, utterly confused. "If I had a shot with her, I'd take her."

"Shanna's annoying and boring. I like a challenge." Andrew said truthfully, then his mind wandered to Felicia, would she immediately fall at his feet, or would she resist him?

"You're crazy to think that! Look, I'll set up another date with her. Maybe you both can go to a gala or something. I heard her father is hosting a charity event tonight."

Andrew would normally go to those events, have a few drinks, and leave with some easy heiress or model. But now he wanted to see Felicia, he wanted to watch her be a dirty girl just for him, just for those few precious minutes. "No." He said simply.

"What?" Robert asked, not sure what was wrong with his friend.

"I said no, I don't want to go." He said.

"This will help your career. Mr. Gordon wants to merge hotel chains with you." This caught Andrew's attention. He's been wanting to merge with the Gordon Hotel chains for the longest, since he's been the CEO of his own chain of hotels.

"Oh man, it's just that I've had plans tonight with someone." He said throwing his hands up in frustration. Robert scoffed. 

"Well cancel those plans, I'm sure whoever it is will understand that you're a busy man." He said. "Besides, Shanna will be there. Maybe you two can try to work it out."

"Whatever." Andrew said getting up. "I was about to go to lunch, so if you don't mind."

"Of course!" Robert said. "I'll join you." Andrew shrugged, letting his secretary know he was leaving. He and Robert left.

Felicia was having a better day than yesterday, the patrons were actually acting polite and leaving huge tips. Maybe it was because she put a little makeup on today. Whatever it was, it was working miracles for her.

While she was working tables, Gionni, her boss and Vinny's older brother, pulled her to the side. It was unsual because he was always in his office, he only came out to let someone off. This scared Felicia, she had done nothing wrong.

"Is everything ok, G." She asked.

"Yes! Yes! I just wanted to tell you this without the other waitresses and waitors listening. There is a very wealthy man here to see you." He said. This surprised her, could it have been someone who recognized her from Virtual Dates? "He says he wants you and only you to serve him."

"Really now? Did he give you a name?" She asked. 

"You don't know this man, he is Mr. Andrew Harper. CEO of Silver Suites. Molto richezza!" (Very wealthy!) He said. Felicia nodded. "Now go, go!"

She went to the table he pointed her to, and clearly recognized the man by the name of Andrew Harper. He was the handsome wealthy man she served last night. He wasn't here with the redhead from last night, it was a handsome black man. Why did she have to serve the handsome rich men today! As she walked to the table, some of her co-workers looked on in jealousy.

"Hello, welcome to Whitney's. I'm Fe-"

"Felicia, it's so good to see you again." Andrew said, interrupting her. She stared at him weirdly before continuing. 

"Um...okay. What drinks can I start you gentlemen with?" She asked. 

"Water." They said in unison. She nodded. 

"Any appetizers? Or would you like to order our lunch specials?" She asked. They both ordered, she wrote it down, and went to send the order in. When she came back the second time to give them their drinks, she felt Andrew's eyes on her. Feeling flushed, she scurried back to the kitchen to get their food. One of the other waitresses noticed her flushness, "Oh girl, you're blushing! That's the sexy man from last night. Harper? God he's sexy!" She said. Felicia nodded.

"His friend is sexy too." Felicia added before they took the food out to Andrew's table. His eyes were once again on her. She diverted her attention to his friend.

"Do you need any refills?" She asked both of them, but her eyes were on his friend, which made him agitated. His friend disregared her, giving her an eyeroll.

"Can you do your job, and stop flirting with me." He said. Felicia was shocked, she didn't know what to say. What could she say, she had to do her job and have a thick skin.

"Robert!" Andrew growled.

 "What? She's obviously trying to flirt with me, but she's failing miserably." Robert said. 

"Sir, I'm actually doing my job. If you can treat me with some respect and stop making a fool of yourself, that would be most appreciated." She said to him. He looked at her bewildered, while Andrew was impressed. 'Girl's got balls.' He thought.

"I'd like a refill, please." Andrew said. Felicia nodded before walking away.

"Can you believe her! A fucking waitress talking to me like she's better than me." Robert said. Andrew shook his head.

"Robert, you need to apologize. You knew she was doing her job, I think you just wanted to be an asshole." Andrew said lowly.

"Pfft, so what? I mean, they could have given us a better looking waitress, like any of the white ones." Robert said with a satisfied smirk. Andrew was appauled, here was a black man insulting a beautiful black woman. He didn't know black people would discriminate their own.

"You're a black man, how could you say that about a black woman?" Andrew asked.

"I just don't like them. They're always loud and ghetto, and let's not forget having a lot of kids and surviving on welfare." Robert said just as Felicia was at the table. No one expected Felicia to fling the glass of water at Robert, gaining the other patrons' attention.

"Che diavolo! Felicia, what is wrong?" (What the hell!) Gionni asked while coming out of his office.

"Questo stronzo è un razzista!" (This asshole is a racist!) She shouted while pointing at Robert. Andrew smirked, his beautiful waitress was bilingual.

"Sir, you will have to leave for harrassment." Gionni said.

Robert stood up, "What I said was the truth, it wasn't harrassment. It's not my fault she's ghetto." That's when Andrew had had enough, he stood up as well.

"Sir." He said to Gionni. "I'd like to pay for both of our meals, I'll pay double if I could treat your lovely waitress, Miss Felicia to a nice evening tonight as an apology for my publicist." Gionni was giddy at the man offering him more money, but only if Felicia didn't mind.

"Only if Felicia is okay with it." Gionni said looking to Felicia. She nodded. Andrew was ecstatic as he payed for the meal.

"Miss Felicia, would you like to come with me?" He asked her. "Yes." She replied, not sure if it was a bad idea, but who cares. A wealthy sexy man wants to take her out tonight.

"Oh and Robert, find your own way back to the office." Andrew said before taking Felicia's hand, and leaving.

Felicia stood beside Andrew's car while Andrew and Robert went at each other's throats outside of the restaurant. She awkwardly played with the hem of her shirt. "Andrew, you're a fucking idiot! You really think I'll find my way back? Tell me this is some sick joke, you can't be defending this...woman." Robert spit out angrily while grimacing at Felicia.

"First of all, this woman's name is Felicia, and second, no this isn't a sick joke. You shouldn't have been an asshole." Andrew responded.

"Me, an asshole? She's the one that flung that water at me!" Robert said pointing at Felicia.

"Well next time you decide to spew your hate-filled words at someone because of their skin color, don't do it within earshot." Felicia said to him. He only glared at her. "You know what Andrew, I'd rather you just take me home."

"Good." Robert mumbled. Andrew sighed, pushing past Robert and opening the passenger door for Felicia, then getting in himself. Leaving Robert on the sidewalk as he yelled for Andrew to come back.

"I'm really sorry." Andrew said to her.

"It's not your fault." She said staring out the window. She also noticed that they were nowhere near her side of the city. "Where the hell are we going?"

"We're going to my condo." He said without explaination.

"Why? I told you I wanted to go home." She said irritably.

"You never gave me directions, besides I still want to treat you to a nice night." He said as he parked outside of the condominium. He got out to let her out, and they were let inside by a doorman, going into the elevator. Felicia watched him quietly. Finally getting a good look at him and admiring his good looks, then turning away discreetly when he'd turn to look at her. The elevater dinged, signalling that they were on his floor, the seventeenth floor. The doors opened, and Andrew lead her to his door. They went inside, he offered her a drink, and she politely declined. Looking around, she admired his sleek black and white living room. "I really love your furniture. You must have a good interior decorator?" She asked him. He nodded, guiding her to his couch.

"Now, I'll just call my stylist to help you pick out an appropriate dress for tonight." Andrew said, fiddling with his phone.

"That won't be necessary, I should be getting home to pick up my son anyway." Andrew chuckled, reaching out to playfully hit her.

"Felicia, that's funny. But you don't have to lie about having a child to get out of our date." He said, and she glared at him, quickly standing up.

"You think I'm lying!?" She shouted. He held his hands up in surrender. "I'm leaving."

"Wait, I'm sorry." He said grabbing her hand. "I just...well, I really want you to come with me."

"Why, you have some fetish for black girls? What happened to the redhead?" Felicia asked.

Andrew shook his head, "Shanna and I were never a thing, and I don't have a fetish for black women. I love all women." It wasn't completely a lie, he did date women of all races, only the ones that were stick thin and were high class. Most of the women he'd been with were only classy when the cameras were on them or when they were at an event.

"Okay sure, but I still need to go home." She replied.

"How about this, just one night with me. That's all I'm asking." He said giving her an intense stare. His piercing grey eyes bore into her brown ones.

"Just one night, Andrew." She said, sighing.

"Great, I've already texted my stylist, and he's on his way."

"So you just knew I would say yes, huh?" She asked with an amused smile.

"I tested my luck, you're not as easy as other women I've ever met." He said. She smiled harder.

"So, you're used to women falling at your feet and dropping their panties for you?" She asked. He chuckled. "Well, I mean I know why they would."

"Oh, do you Miss Felicia? And how would you know?" He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. 

"Of course women would fall for a handsome and wealthy man like yourself." She said causing him to laugh.

"You're a feisty one, and I like that about you." He said genuinely. She looked away from his steely stare. A knock broke him out of his staring, and he excused himself to answer the door. He opened the door for his stylist, Carlos, a flamboyant latino. He made his way into the condo, pushing past Andrew with five dresses in plastic over his arm.

"Hello Drew, where's this emergency styling you scheduled? You know I don't do last minute styling." Carlos said, but stopping in his tracks once he saw  Felicia. "Hmm..." He said, looking her up and down, then walking towards her to get a better look.

"Beautiful skin, so clear and blemish free. Nice curvy body, not too curvy, but not too skinny. Perfect height. Drew, where'd you find this treasure?" Carlos asked. 

"She's...a friend." Andrew said, grimacing on the inside when he said. that.

"Oh, a friend. I see." Carlos said with a smirk.

"Not that kind of friend, chill." Felicia said. Andrew smirked, while Carlos smiled widely.

"Oooh, she's catty. I think I like her better than your other friends." Carlos said, before introducing himself to Felicia. "I'm Carlos Aguilera, pleased to meet you."

"I'm Felicia, and you too." She said.

"So, since this was last minute, I tried my best to pick the dresses that would stand out." He said. "And I'm thinking something that goes well with your skin tone." He took the plastic off of one of the dresses, revealing a blue dress. 

"This is a royal blue silk dress by Versace. I personally love this dress." 

"Can I see the others?" Felicia asked. Carlos nodded, pulling the plastic off of the other dresses. The dress that made Felicia swoon was the light blue grecian looking dress. She loved the slightly plunging neckline, and the hinged hem of the dress. She grabbed it, holding it up to her body.

"You like?" Carlos asked.

"I love." She said, then looked over to Andrew. "What do you think?"

"I'm thinking I need a drink from all of this fashion talk." He said. Felicia rolled her eyes.

"I so want this one." She said.

"Then so it is done. Now I must get you shoes, accessories, work on that hair. So much work, so little time." Carlos said before going out the door.

Felicia then sighed. "I better call my neighbors to let them know that I'll be out late."

"Your neighbors? Why do you need to inform them?" Andrew asked.

"They keep my son, while I work." She said nonchalantly. "I don't really trust daycares." Andrew nodded in understanding. She took out her phone, "Can you show me to the bathroom?" He lead her to his bathroom, and as soon as the door closed she took a deep breath. Then dialed the Smith's number.

"Hello?" Mr. Smith said.

"Hey, it's Felicia. I was just calling to tell you guys that I'm gonna be out a little later tonight."

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Well...I uh...I have a date tonight." She said.

"A date? Hold on..." He said, it was quiet on the other end, then she heard Mrs. Smith's high pitched squeal. Giggling, she shook her head.

"Oh, we're so happy for you, baby!" Mrs. Smith said into the phone. "We'll be even happier to keep an eye on Eli for as long as you need.

"Thank you, but I won't be out too long. I'll miss my baby too much." Felicia said.

"I know what you mean, but try to have fun. You work so much, I never see you have fun."

"I'll try, thank you again." 

"Okay, see you after your date." Felicia chuckled before hanging up, then coming back intio the the living room. Both Carlos and Andrew were standing with two big boxes.

"Are you ready to be made over?" Carlos asked.

"More than ready." She replied.

Andrew sat on his couch while Felicia and Carlos were in his bathroom, Carlos franctically shouted in Spanish. He usually had a team that helped him with wardrobe, makeup, and hair, but not tonight. Running a hand through his hair, it would take him no time to put on his suit and style his hair while Felicia was getting ready. He got up and went to his room. As he walked past the bathroom, he heard Felicia and Carlos talking in Spanish, then he heard her laugh. Not only did she speak Italian, but she spoke Spanish too. This woman was amazing, what else could she do? Chuckling he took his Armani suit out of the closet, taking the cover off of it. Sighing, he really hoped the night went problem-free.

"Ow! Carlos, that fucking hurts!" Felicia shouted as Carlos yanked her hair a little too hard.

"Lo siento, I'm almost finished." He said. Finishing the last of her hair, he gave her a satisfied look. "Querida, you are going to look like a goddess! Once you get the dress on and when you walk into that event, those white girls are going to gag on your beauty!"

Felicia laughed, "En Serio?" (Really?)

"Sí." Carlos said. "I'll get the dress, and let you change out of those hideous clothes."

"This is my uniform." She said.

"Exactly, it's hideous." He retorted before leaving. Seconds later, he came back with the dress. "Hurry, and change so I can see my masterpiece."

She grabbed the dress out of his hands, giving him an uncertain look, "Can you leave to give me some privacy."

Carlos scoffed, "Sweetie, I don't swing that way, but if you insist. I'll be waiting outside." He said. She rolled her eyes as he left.

Andrew was already in the living room with his suit on, "Well, is she ready?" He asked Carlos when he heard him come out of the bathroom.

"No, she's changing now-"

They heard the bathroom door open, and Felicia stepped out. "Gorgeous. Vera Wang was the perfect choice" Carlos said. Andrew was too speechless, she looked perfect. The color of the dress was a nice contrast to her dark skin. Her hair was braided into a fishtail braid that cascaded to her left shoulder, and she had light natural makeup on.

"Well, Andrew?" She asked, doing a little twirl as if she were a princess. "What do you think?"

"You look magnificent, truly beautiful." He said breathlessly. She smiled shyly.

"Thanks."

"I feel like Queen Elsa." She said. Andrew raised an eyebrow. "It's uh...from a Disney movie. Nevermind, um Carlos, where's my shoes?"

"Oh, yes. Over here." Carlos said guiding her to the couch. "Every princess needs her beautiful heels. In your case, a queen. Sit." He pulled out silver heels, and helped her into them, then helped her up. "My work is done. You look so beautiful."

Felicia smiled brightly, "Thank you."

"Your queen is ready, my lord." Carlos joked to Andrew as he packed up the dresses and makeup. Andrew laughed nervously, while Carlos left, he and Felicia were alone. Why was he so nervous, he's seen this woman naked while she masturbated. Here she was looking perfect, and he was still speechless.

"Um, when do we leave?" She asked. He looked at his watched, and grimaced.

"...In three and a half hours."

"Three and a half hours? Why am I dressed now!?" Felicia shouted, tugging at the dress. He chuckled. "Is this shit funny?"

"No, no. I didn't expect Carlos to get here so early, but since we're both ready, maybe we could get to know each other" He explained.

"Oh." She said while nodding.

"So, tell me about yourself, Felicia."

"Well," she said giggling nervously, as he sat next to her on the couch. "What do you want to know?"

"Are you really fluent in Italian and Spanish?" He asked.

"Yes, and French, German, and Mandarin." She said, and he was impressed.

"That's impressive, Felicia! You must be pretty dedicated to leaning new languages?" Andrew said. She wanted her hand dismissively.

"Actually, I was taking Spanish courses in high school and college, and I decided I wanted to study abroad. So I took more language courses, and I went to Italy." She said, Andrew listened intently, amazed by the things she accomplished.

"But why are you working at Whitney's, you're obviously intelligent." He said. Felicia shifted uncomfortably.

"As I said before, I have a son. I had him in the middle of my senior year in college, and decided to finish online. So I have a have a bachelors degree in business, but I'm just trying stay close to home, and make sure Elijah doesn't have to want for anything." She said. Andrew nodded.

"You don't have to do this all your life?" He said.

She stared at him confused, "huh?"

"You don't have to be a waitress all your life. I'm sure you'd like to have a decent job. You should work for me." Andrew said, hoping she'd say yes. Anything to get her to stop working on that website was good enough for him.
Biting her lip, Felicia shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Andrew frowned, "But I could really use someone with your skill set if I want to expand my chain. I'd really like to go international, Felicia." He touched her should, then rubbed her arm and down. She looked at his hand, then back at him.

"I don't know, It would be nice to use my skills instead of waitressing, but I'm comfortable working at Whitney's." She said.

"It's okay to get out of your comfort zone. The offer will stay on the table, and you can take it whenever you're ready. No pressure." He said and she nodded.  They continued to talk about any and everything, from her son to the history of his hotel. 

"My father named the hotel after my mother, her name's Silver, and he did that as a gift to her for Valentine's day. Before he passed, he wanted me to take over for him, he knew he didn't have long to live."

"How'd he die?" she asked.

"He had lung cancer. I started taking over while he was in the hospital, and I didn't really take the work seriously. I was young and carefree, I let everything go to my head. Then when dad died, that's when my mom sat me down and told me to shape up." He said before sighing and looking at his watch. "Oh, we talked a good while. It's almost time to go."

"So are we taking a limo or something?" She asked.

"No." He said with a chuckle. "I'll be driving.

They were now outside of Gordon's hotel where the event was taking place. Expensive cars and l luxurious limos were lined to be parked by the valet. Felicia nervously tapped her foot, and fingered the 'V' neckline of her dress. Andrew glanced at her, "Calm down. Everything's going to be fine." He said.
"That's easy for you to say. You're used to this kinda shit." She grumbled.
"I am, but tonight's better 'cause I have a beautiful, smart woman at my side." He said with a sincere smile.
Felicia giggled, "You ain't saying that just to sleep with me?" She joked. Andrew went quiet, his jaw clenched as he stared straight. "It was just a joke." He said nothing up until they reached the valet, he tipped the valet, and they made their way in the hotel. He didn't really care to stop for the paparazzi, they were going to get pictures nonetheless. The banquet room of The Gordon was decorated wonderfully. Felicia marveled at the work that went into this. White flowers, beautiful lighting, the tables even had those cute swan napkins. Now the people were a different story, Felicia only saw a handful of black people. Seriously, where's the rest of the melanin? She thought. Andrew's arm went around her waist as he guided her to a group of men in suits.
"Andrew, it's good to see you, and who is this?"
"This is my date, Felicia. Felicia this is the Mark Herring, he manages my hotel." The night was basically Andrew introducing her to people and colleagues, and taking business.
"Mr. Gordon, pleasure to meet with you." Andrew said, shaking Shane Gordon's hand firmly. "This is my date, Felicia."
Shane smiled a half smile, his wife stood quietly by his side, eyeing Felicia.
"Yes, a pleasure." Shane said while smirking at Felicia. She resisted the urge to puke in front if all of these people.
"Sir, I'd love to talk to you about the possibility of expanding my hotel with you." Andrew said.
"Ah, if you would follow me. I'm sure Felicia and Miriam would like to talk." Shane said as he lead Andrew away.
Felicia smiled a small smile at Miriam who didn't really return one. "So you're the woman who replaced my daughter." Miriam said glaring. Her seems we're crossed, and at that moment she looked like one of those soccer moms whose kids fucked up the whole game.
"Excuse me, I didn't replace anyone." Felicia said calmly.
"Cut the crap. Where'd he find you some street corner or strip club?" Miriam asked. A waiter came at the right time to offer drinks, and Felicia took a glass of champagne, tossing it back quickly cause Miriam was trying it.
"Actually, I think I'm done here." She said walking away from the old bitch, but ran into Robert.

Andrew and Shane were talking about their hotels, when Shane decided to talk about Felicia. "So this Felicia woman, friend of yours?" He asked.
Confused, Andrew answered anyway, "Yes sir? But I was thinking we expand internationally, what do you think?"
"That's a fine idea. Are you romantically involved with this woman?" Shane said, still posting the subject on Felicia. Andrew swallowed hard before shaking his head.
"Well she must be one hell of a woman then I mean you know those women are nice in bed." Shane said, wiggling his eyebrow with a smirk.
Andrew grunted in disapproval, but it was mistaken as a sign of approval. "I once had a black woman before, it was a few years ago. Best sex I've ever had. But I generally don't find the ones as dark as Felicia attractive." Shane continued. He went on and on about sex with black women, Andrew sighed in annoyance but nodded anyway. "You seem like a smart man, Andrew. It would be a pleasure to work with you in the future. Let's meet next week, yeah?"
Andrew instantly lit up, "Yes sir." He says before going back to Felicia. He then saw Felicia standing in front of Robert and...Shanna.

Felicia smiled politely at the two, barely acknowledging them. "Hello, Fiona." Robert said condescendingly. Felicia resisted the urged to roll her eyes.

"Go to hell, Robert." She said to him. Then Andrew came over to them, putting his arm around Felicia and pulling her to him.

"Robert, Shanna, what are you doing here together?" He asked.

Shanna giggled, "Well, Robert asked me to come with him. I see you're here with the waitress, that's a nice dress by the way. Were you able to afford it?" She said to Felicia in smug way and a smirk. Felicia was about to let her have it, but Andrew cut in.

"Of course she could afford this dress; she doesn't rely on her parents to pay for her shit." He said. Shanna’s smirk dropped, but she still had her hoity toity atmosphere.

“Andrew.” Robert said acknowledging Andrew. Andrew barely said a ‘Hi’ to him. He flicked his hand dismissively. “Well, as you can see, Shanna’s my date. Doesn’t she look lovely tonight?” Felicia rolled her eyes.

“Why yes, she does, but I think Felicia looks like a goddess.” Andrew said, rubbing Felicia’s arm and planting a sweet kiss to her temple. She smiled tightly, resisting the urge to jump up and down and say “Ha! Suck on that. Bitches!”. But she stood quietly, with a coy, knowing smile. Robert and Shanna weren’t amused by Andrew’s quip, but they played it off.

“Hmph, I guess it was nice meeting you, Felicia.” Shanna said, sending a look towards her, then touching Andrew’s shoulder. “Bye Andrew.” The two demon spawns walked away, leaving Felicia and Andrew alone for the moment.

“So that’s what real demons look like.” Felicia mumbled, causing Andrew to smile.

“Are you hungry? We can sit and eat, maybe chat some more.” He suggested, and she nodded. They sat at a table, he ordered for them, getting them the best wine he could buy. It was almost like a real date, Felicia would think, but she shook that out of her head. This was a pity date. He felt bad that his friend said some things that were terrible, and maybe wanted to have a one night stand. That’s all it was. How could a man as handsome as Andrew, pass up a chance to sleep with beautiful women like Shanna, just to go out with her. Women with her skin were always told they were undesirable. She sighed.

“You’re thinking too much. What’s on your mind?” Andrew asked. She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts, and taking a sip of her wine. “It can’t be nothing, you were biting your lip pretty hard. As sexy as that was, you’re obviously distraught.” He said her biting her lip was sexy? He couldn’t mean that.

“I…What is this?” She asked.

“Huh?” He asked confused. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah, but is it a date date or a pity date?” She asked.

“Pity date? Why would you think this is a pity date?” He asked, his steel eyes piercing through her soul as he stared at her.

She chuckled nervously, “Let me stop.”

“No, please. I don’t want you to feel like this is out of pity. I’m sorry I gave you that impression. Their food arrived, and they ate in silence. The silence was broken by no other than Silver Harper, Andrew’s mother. She an easy smile on her face, dressed in a yellow evening gown.

“Mother, nice of you to join us. I thought you weren’t able to make it.” Andrew said.

“Nevermind that, who’s this lovely young lady?” Silver asked.

“This is Felicia Adams, she’s a friend of mine.” Felicia smiled shyly at the woman. She didn’t seem to intimidate the younger woman as her smile was genuine and true.

“Nice to meet you, Felicia. I’m Silver Harper, you can call me Silver.” She said happily. Felicia beamed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Silver. Andrew has told me about his father naming his hotel after you, I think it’s so romantic.” Felicia said. Silver smiled a sad smile as her eyes teared a little.

“Yes, Andrew’s father was always a hopeless romantic. Speaking of romantic, I don’t want to crash your date, let me go.” Silver said, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes.

“No, mom. Stay, I’m sure you’d like to get to know Felicia.” Andrew said.

“In time, son. I’ll get to know her another day, but you should be getting to know each other more. I’ll see you both again.” Silver said before walking away from the table.

“She seems so sweet.” Felicia said.

“That’s mom for you, she’s usually like that to people she’s close to. She never warms up to new people for a while. You must be special.” He said, making her blush. She looked down, trying to hide her smile.

“Don’t hide that beautiful smile.” He said.

“You’re so cheesy.” She said giggling. After they ate, everyone sat while the hotel owners donated their money to charities. Andrew donated to the children’s medical center, which made him even more attractive to Felicia. Andrew showed that he really cared about children, and that he’d be a good father figure to Eli. Felicia shook her head again. She’s already making the man a father to Eli, he was probably showing off to her. It was finally getting late, and all Felicia wanted to do was see her baby. The two left, valet had his car ready, and he drove off.

“So would you like to come back to my place?” He asked taking a huge step. He’d never fuck a woman at his place, ever. They’d get too emotionally involved and he didn’t want them stalking him.

“Um, no thanks. I just wanna see my Eli.” She said. “I mean not that I wouldn’t.”

“Ah, okay.” He said. “I guess I should take you home then.” She gave him directions to her place, and he felt uncomfortable with the streets as he drove. He saw the graffiti, the suspicious men lingering about in the night. This wasn’t safe for a woman and her child.

“Right here.” She said pointing to the run down building.

“Hold on a second, Felicia.” He said.

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s not safe out here. I know.” She said. “But some of us only have enough to put a roof over our heads, feed our kids, and and still give them what they want.”

“What do you want though?” He asked.

“I want what’s best for my son, put him in college. I want to be able to afford cute clothes, and take a few vacations.” She said dreamily.

“You can have all of that. I can give you that.” He said. She was now out of her daze, looked at him.

“You want to be my sugardaddy or something?” She asked. “Cause I ain’t that type of bitch.”

“No! God no! I want you to be with me, maybe even move in with me. Just so you and your son can be safe.” He said. Felicia laughed dryly.

“You don’t even know me, and you want me to move in with you. Naw.” She said.

“We can get to know each other more, like my mom said. I really feel something for you, we can give it a try.” He said.

She thought for a moment. It would be nice to get out of this neighborhood, and let Eli have a father figure to look up to. Maybe even get some dick too. But she’d miss the Smiths. They were her and Eli’s family, they’d just have to visit them. “Give me some time. Maybe we can date first.” She said.

Andrew smile, “Great!” He said. He got out to open her door, and walk her up to the building. He grabbed her chin, and placed a quick yet sweet kiss to her lips. “Damn.” He said as he pulled away.

“What?” She asked.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.” He said.

She smirked, “Oh really?” He nodded, pulling her back in to kiss her properly to end the night. “Damn.” She whispered on his lips.

“I just said that.” He said smartly. She laughed. “Go on in. When you’re ready, you know where I’ll be.” He said, going to his car, and she went inside smiling brightly.