~Giovanni's POV~
~Before the guys left the house~
I stood in the mirror of my bathroom as I placed my suit jacket on, fixing it as I pulled it on. My tie was on the bathroom counter as my hand picked it and attempting to tie it.My attempts were futile because with each time I tried to tie it myself, it would mess up. My frustration was building up as I was on my 4th or 5th attempt.
Just as I was about to lose my cool, I heard the small gentle footsteps of my beautiful woman, Amirah. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing shorts and a cropped sweatshirt, fitting her voluptuous body. He curly hair stretched out and down to her back.
"Hey are you okay?" She asked with the look of concern was on her face.
She made me nervous, I never want to make her worry. "Uh, nothing." I mumbled to her, as I looked to the side, avoiding her gaze and holding my hand as the back of my head.
Her gaze moved to my chest where my untied tie rest around my neck. She game me a sympathetic smile as she walked over to my, "here, let me help you." She chirped with a smile.
"No, you shouldn't have to. I got it myself, reall-."I protested, before I could say anything else she was already in front of me fixing my tie.
He gentle mahogany hands started to fix the tie, her head was below my chest as she stood on his tippy toes to tie it.
"I-I can't really reach it...could you-." Before she could finish, I grabbed her by her waist and place her on the counter. Her eyes wide with shock and surprise. I stood between her legs as she tightened my tie.
It sat perfectly around my neck and chest, "uh, thanks." I mumbled with a small amount of heat filling my face.
Great, I was blushing.
"No problem, you said your going for a meeting tonight?" She asked as she slide off the counter.
"Yeah, it might be long and I won't be back until later." I replied while grabbing my phone and keys from my bed side.
"How long?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Maybe around 12, if I'm lucky probably 10." I sighed.
"Oh." She said in a somewhat disappointed tone.
"Why? Are you going to miss me?" I asked with curious and a small smirk.
"Well, maybe." She smiled with her head down, avoiding my gaze. I chuckled as I walked over to her, lifting her face up gently with my thumb as our eyes connected.
"I'll try and get back to you as soon as possible." I told her with a reassuring smile as she smiled back.
"I'll see you later, I can't be late." I whispered to her as I turned and walked down the steps. I walked to the door where Cole stood ready to go, when I turned around she was standing at the top of the steps, she watched me leave.
~In the Purple Night Nightclub~
Cole and I walked in, as the sweaty bodies of men and women dancing in the middle the dance floor. The music blasted and the lights strobes with blue, purple, and pink.The mix of perfume and colognes filled the air and people either kissing or dry humping was all around. I cringed at the sight, as we walked up the stairs to the VIP section.
We made our way the the conference room in the back, "what do you think they want?" Cole asked in a serious tone. "I don't know, but I think we should have our guard up at all time. You know how sneaky they get." I replied with my serious tone with my face holding focus.
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Dark Chocolate: A BWWM Story
General FictionAmirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well. O...