Saved and Saving: The Single Daddy CEO

Chapter Seven

Blaiz

After giving the final packing and moving instructions to ensure no one person got left with an overwhelming amount to do, I left my current home with Dominique, Syrana, Quayliah, Ramon, Quentin, and my personal driver, Antonio.

Antonio is in his late thirties and has been my driver since the accident. He is another one of my valued personal workers, who came highly recommended by Lydan.

Antonio has dark brown hair that he keeps shaved in a buzz-cut, and his eyes are midnight blue. He has never gotten us lost, nor has he ever been the cause of me being late to anything important.

“Any stops?” Antonio asked, as he pulled the large Chevy Tahoe out of the drive.

“No, my man. Head straight to the airport.” I instructed.

It wouldn’t be a long car ride, since I chose that house because of its close-proximity to the airport, but the car ride from the airport in Roanoke would be a little longer. We weren’t necessarily that far from the airport, but we would be driving up a mountain, which meant driving slowly to ensure everybody’s safety.

One thing I am greatly looking forward to is the change in scenery. Back in France, we had a ton of acreage. It was quiet and full of things to discover.

Here in Chambersburg, we live in the city. Sure, I had a large yard and a privacy fence, but it simply isn’t the same.

After just a few minutes, Antonio pulled into the airport and headed toward my private hangar. Dominique was bouncing in his seat, pointing at the different planes and jets, and the rest were sitting quietly, patiently awaiting our arrival.

As soon as we were parked, Antonio busied himself, checking over the jet, ensuring nothing had been tampered with and that there was plenty of fuel for our flight. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Antonio is also my personal pilot. He is one hell of a guy with many talents.

Meanwhile, Syrana, Dominique and I took a walk around the hangar, so Dominique could see all the jets up close. He loves airplanes, and I love seeing my son happy and excited for a change.

By the time we made a lap around the hangar, Antonio was done checking over everything. While everybody was getting situated on the jet, I made sure we were good to go with a valid flight time, then I joined the others and waited to be cleared for take-off.

I sat in the main cabin with the others during the take-off in case Dominique got scared, but once we were up in the air, I retreated to my small office that was situated across from the tiny bathroom, if you can call it that. There wasn’t a lot of space, but I had enough room for a small desk and chair.

Contacting anybody about today’s event wasn’t an option at the moment, so I pulled out my briefcase and set it on top of my desk. After pulling out the folder labeled ‘Lachlan’, I put the briefcase back and started sifting through the different documents and whatnot.

I don’t know what it is about these designs, but I just can’t stop looking at them. The artist behind them is truly gifted, and I was feeling a little bummed that I wouldn’t be meeting this person at the banquet like originally planned.

There was one dress that I found to be absolutely exquisite. It is a silver backless gown that glitters with rhinestones that create a beautiful lily flower just above the naval. It has satin straps that clip behind the neck with another smaller flower that is also made of rhinestones, and it has a long ruffled skirt that nearly reaches the ground.

It is one of the dresses that will be debuted during the banquet, and I couldn’t wait to see the photos of it on an actual person. I will most certainly be keeping an eye on my emails after the banquet is over.

Tiselle

I stood there, looking at myself in the mirror. If not for the face staring back at me, I wouldn’t have believed that I was actually looking at myself. Not wearing something as beautiful as the gown I had on.

It was truly stunning! I couldn’t believe it was something that came from my brain!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Is everything okay? Do you need help with the zipper?” Asralyn asked from the other side of the door.

I had kept her waiting long enough, so I was quick to open the door while answering, “All is good. In fact, it is great.”

Asralyn’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she saw me standing there in the silver gown, then she waved her hands in the air dramatically while saying, “Mon Cherie, tu es belle!”

“Come again?” I asked, not knowing the French language, but really wanting to know what she said.

Asralyn chuckled at me before saying it again in English, “My dear, you are beautiful,” then she playfully demanded that I give her a spin, which I did super quickly, before she added, “I swear, it’s as if this gown was created just for you. It fits you so perfectly!”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling a blush rising in my cheeks. I wasn’t used to receiving compliments, especially from someone I had so recently met.

“Come now,” she insisted, grabbing hold of my hands and pulling me back over to the bench. After I was seated, Asralyn held out a pair of gorgeous silver heels while saying, “These will go perfectly with the gown.”

She wasn’t kidding. The heels were the exact shade of light silver, and they had rhinestones to match. To my delight, my feet slid into the heels without any extra room or any uncomfortable tightness.

Luckily for me, I had gotten a little experience wearing heels, so I didn’t fall flat on my face when I stood up. Instead, I strutted across the floor like I had been wearing those exact heels for years.

That is when I heard Asralyn gasp, just before blurting out, “My goodness, Tiselle! What in the hell happened to your shoulder?”

Instinctively, my hand shot up to cover the scarred mess of a tattoo before I glumly answered, “Car accident.”

“Damn! That really sucks! I bet that was beautiful at one time,” she mumbled, clearly feeling bad for bringing it up.

“It was, and it will be again. One day,” I responded, refusing to let this ruin the day.

“Damn straight! Alright, now that you are dressed, let’s get some color added to your pretty face while I get dressed. Calvin, she is all yours,” Asralyn announced, giving me a wink before she retreated to her walk-in closet and closed the door.

“Over her, little princess,” Calvin ordered, with a mischievous grin plastered on his handsome face.

Calvin has perfectly sculpted light blonde hair that he obviously uses a men’s styling gel on. His eyes are a soft brown, and his smile has the potential to increase any gal’s heart rate. But sadly for us gals, he clearly prefers to share his time with other guys, so we are all out of luck there.

Of course, that didn’t stop him from flattering and paying me lots of compliments while he painted my face with make-up. By the time he was done, Asralyn had rejoined us, wearing one of my other designs that is also set to debut at the banquet.

This gown is made of royal blue satin. It has wide straps over the shoulders and a criss-cross pattern over the upper portion of the back. The skirt flows straight down with a short train flowing behind the feet. It is a simple yet elegant gown that perfectly hugs every curve.

Since Calvin was done painting my face with make-up, I gave Asralyn the chair at the vanity and returned to the bench to wait while she got her face painted. Calvin is exceptional at what he does, so it didn’t take him long to get the job done, then it was time to do something with the mop on top of my head.