His Property

The Ball

When Warren asked Roze if she wanted to go to the charity ball being thrown, she immediately agreed. She wanted a night out, arm in arm with her man. So she was fitted for a custom dress by some foreign designer, her nails and hair done by professionals, and she did her own makeup simple and elegant. 

Warren was waiting in the foyer at the door for Roze. His driver reminding him of the time, as Roze descended the stairs in an elegant evening gown. Warren swallowed hard as her eighteen-year-old frame approached him draped in a long sleeve dark navy blue high neck mermaid figure hugger. While the dress molded to her breast enticing her breast beautifully, it was completely backless. 

Warren tried to get a compliment out of his dry mouth, but with the slit flashing him a teasing glint of Roze's smooth right leg, he felt he had swallowed his tongue. 

Roze stood in front of a dapper Warren her mouth curved up into a smile as he gaped at her. It amazed her still what power she had over him, and in return, the power he had over her. "Well I must say you look nice yourself." she teased her sexy pink lips making him groan as he thought of them in a not so innocent way. 

"You look f*****g incredible," he grumbled pulling her close. 

Mrs. Madeline came out of nowhere suddenly and snapped a picture on her iPhone. "Perfect!" She exclaimed as both faced her amused. The older woman smiled sweetly and told them, "Well I'm going to head out tonight to check on my husband. You two enjoy your night." 

Warren nodded to Mrs. Madeline and both watched her go before hearing, "Sir? It is time we go." Warren grabbed Roze and led her to the car, pushing her in first before climbing in as well. Letting up the partition it was in seconds they were riding through the city to the ball's location. 

Warren glanced over at Roze as she listened to the soft music strumming through the speakers, he grinned. "You look so beautiful." Roze grinned blushing as she whispered, "Thank you," Warren kissed Roze on the mouth hard making her gasp in surprise, as they were going under the tunnel, Warren suddenly pulled her closer, his hand going under her dress. 

"Can I touch you?" He rumbled in Roze's ear huskily. Roze nodded panting as his fingers danced around her panties teasing her. But once given permission, Warren didn't hesitate to tug her panties to the side and began fingering her wet p***y that was begging for release. 

Roze moaned and withered against his hand, her hips thrusting down hard on Warren's thick finger as it stretched her little hole. Warren buried his head in her neck, his c**k hard as he breathed in her scent. Her s*x clenching on his middle finger, as she rode it for her own pleasure. 

Roze moaned loudly throwing her head back as Warren moved his finger faster making her c*m so hard she was shaking. Warren kissed her as he looked down at the large tent in his pants. Roze's little hand came out and stroked him as she gently whispered, "I can-." but then both realized they were slowing down. Both immediately righted themselves getting presentable. Roze slapped her compact closed as she whispered, "Later can we-?" 

Warren looked at her with a look hot enough to scorch deserts, "Yes." he promised not needing her to finish her question. 

The door opened and both stepped out in front of the fancy hotel, the red carpet stretched out in front of them as paparazzi snapped the couple like crazy as they went in. Warren didn't stop to talk to them and as they went in they all seemed to want to know who Roze was. 

Walking into The Pierre's ballroom Roze smiled at Warren as he led her in telling her a joke making her giggle. They were stopped loads of times by people wanting to talk to Warren and shake his hand, they all looked at her curiously when he introduced her. The women seemed jealous, surprised, and bitchily annoyed SHE had him. Which pissed Roze off. 

And the men seemed to be subtly flirting with their offers of getting her a drink and wanting her to promise on her life she'd save them a dance. Which of course pissed Warren off. 

But Warren getting pissed off scared people, the way his eyes seemed to darken like the night had men running for cover. Roze pulled him out on to the dance floor and both danced to a nice song as couples of all ages danced around them. 

"Don't let them bother you," Roze whispered gently resting her head on his chest. Warren smiled as he shook his head, "I won't...I'm sorry baby if I worried you." Roze grinned teasingly up at him, "Hmm a little, I thought you'd rip that last guy head off." Warren snorted, "Jeffery Tobias, yeah that prick is always trying to one-up me. He's salty I'm better and younger in business." 

Roze grinned, "Of course he is." Warren gently kissed Roze's mouth gently. When they pulled away he asked, "Want a drink?" Roze agreed. 

The ball was a lot of fun at first. They did a dance a thon and raised three hundred thousand dollars for a center for in troubled youth. When Warren and Roze were slow dancing, she was surprised when she heard a delicate cough from behind her. 

Turning around, Roze looked at a beautiful, tall, leggy woman in a beautiful and expensive floor-length gold dress. She was a head-turner with her rich caramel hair, body for days figure, and plump red lips paired with sinful brown bedroom eyes. 

The woman smiled her Colgate commercial-worthy smile and simpered, "Oh my god Warren! Small world, I didn't know you were coming!" Warren looked at his ex-girlfriend in front of him and sighed, "Hello Brooklyn." Brooklyn grinned like a megawatt bulb and her male counterpart jumped in. 

"Warren, good to see you again." Roze looked at the snobby looking weasel in front of her. The man while he could be handsome, seemed to spoil it for himself. With his tall, thin build, Elvis Presley oiled like hairstyle, in light grey eyes, he was handsome in a classical kind of way. 

But Roze could see the shifty eyes and read his bad aura like she could see this "Brooklyn" would be a problem if she didn't back up. 

"And who is this?" Brooklyn asked sizing her up, "Roze this is Brooklyn Whitlow and her fiancée  Alvin Dingle." Roze forced a charming smile, "Pleasure," Both greeted her back in the same stiff manner. Roze was about to drag Warren away from them when Brooklyn asked quickly, "So you two are TOGETHER?" Warren nodded, "Yeah about three months now right baby?" 

Roze grinned nodding making Warren grin widely, "It's been bliss." Roze blushed as Brooklyn simmered, "Oh? Well, I'm so happy to hear it. Did you get our invitation to come to the wedding?" Warren nodded casually as he played with one of Roze's blonde curls, "I did, but we're going on vacation around that time. We would postpone, but Roze had her heart set on going to Italy." 

Brooklyn froze in anger as her face flushed red, "I-Italy? Are you kidding me!" She hissed her pleasant demeanor vanishing." Warren nodded as he wrapped his arms around Roze, "Yes, please excuse us, I see some people I'd like her to meet." 

As Warren led Roze away,  she could feel Brooklyn's anger directed at her. She was introduced to some of Warren's investors and board of trustee's before going to the bathroom. When she was touching up her pink lip stain she looked up when Brooklyn came in looking pissed. 

She sniffed seeing her and went to the mirror and began running her fingers through her hair, "He's only with you to make me jealous. Since he's lost me he's been hopeless in getting me back." Roze looked at the woman and almost laughed, "Or maybe looking for an upgrade." Brooklyn scoffed in her snobbish arrogance, "Oh please you look like you're sixteen, what could you possibly have that could be better than me?" 

Brooklyn smirked, "Face it, you're the rebound and as soon as I'm ready for it, I'll have Warren by the d**k again." Roze made a noise of pity, "I know you believe that but the fact you thought you needed to come in here and tell me just shows how much you know it's not true." Brooklyn colored in the face as Roze smirked turning to face her and teased, "But hey, I hoped it was fun while it lasted. It's my d**k now."

Giggling Roze grabbed her clutch and left with a parting, "Have fun with Dingle tonight." 

As Brooklyn simmered in the ladies, Roze went to find Warren. Walking to his side, she lifted up so her mouth was by his ear, "I'm going to the car." Warren nodded and looked at her as he felt her slide something in his pocket. 

After making his rounds and saying goodnight to some business partners, Warren heading outside feeling the satiny feel of the same panties he had pushed to the side in the car. Looking up when his car pulled up in front of him, Warren climbed in and was immediately sucked into an embrace.