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COME AND INDULGE IN SOME......S I N.
Sebastiano De Luca, 28 year old Co-CEO of D&D Industries and bar owner of Sinful Nights, De Luca is ruthless, hot, hardworking, demanding and did I mention Italian. Sebastiano has never had trouble...
Hey lovelies, I don't know what happened but it seemed like this chapter was deleted but don't worries, it's backkkk. ********
Hey lovelies, quick note, in Part Two: Chapitre Un, I changed the boys switching out the birth control pills to them simply hiding it.
Imani's P.O.V
I felt like I was going to lose my mind, ever since Nazaire and Sebastiano reappeared, I've been feeling some type of way, the normalcy I wanted for myself was gone.
Even though I haven't seen them again, they have managed to invade my mind and life all over again, from the small gifts they would send to my apartment, to the guards following me, everytime I stepped foot outside. I don't see why they can't just let me go and move on with their lives like I have but deep down I knew I didn't want them too, I wanted them for myself.
Currently I was getting ready to go get some dinner with Braiden, who insisted that I've been moping around too much, which I really was but kept denying.
I had on a long sleeved chocolate jersey mini shirt dress that hugged my body perfectly, a pair of clear heels adorned my feet, I had twisted my hair the night before and untwisted it this morning, leaving it in a curly afro with bangs. I completed the outfit with simple light makeup, a gold necklace, a couple of rings, and gold earrings.
Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but snap a few photos because even I had to admit that I looked good.
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Hearing the ringing of my phone, indicating Braiden was outside, I quickly grab my clear clutch and shove all my essentials in it, before making my way out of my apartment building to Braiden's car.
"What's cooking, good looking?" He greets as I slide into the seat, I lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek before buckling my seatbelt.
"My fat ass" I reply jokingly
"Really now? Are you giving out samples?" He questions with a wiggle of his brows.
"Depends on how well you eat it."
"I'd rather set the bar low and then blow your mind so uhh.." Braiden stops and stares at me, I stare back, before we both burst out into a fit of laughter.
After a while, we finally sober up, and I suggest we eat dinner at the restaurant that makes incredible shrimp alfredo and we take off.
It only takes 30 minutes to get to our destination and when we arrive, we're immediately directed to a booth, I order for the both of us and as we're eating, we talk and laugh about whatever.
During the middle of our meal, I look up and my heart almost stops beating at the sight of Nazaire and Sebastiano making their way towards our booth.
As they get closer, I notice what each of them are wearing, Sebastiano had on a lapel leopard long-sleeved printed spliced shirt, light blue jeans with dark brown dress shoes, on his right wrist held a silver watch, his short, dark brown curly hair looked like it was wet and on his ears he had his signature tiny diamond studs in.
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Nazaire had on a casual brown printed long sleeve shirt with light ripped blue jeans, a pair of vans, his black shoulder length hair was pulled back into a bun with a few strands framing his face, he wore a silver watch on his left wrist and the locket he always had on him was around his neck paired with another necklace. I guess brown was the theme for tonight.
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I'm taken aback when I'm pulled out of the booth and Sebastiano takes my spot before placing me next to him and Nazaire on my other side, I was seated between the both of them now.
"What the actua-" I begin to say but I'm cut off by Braiden
"Who are these fine gentlemen?" He questions, I send him a glare for not letting me finish my sentence but he simply just shrugs it off.
"This is Nazaire and Sebastiano, these are my-" after I point out who is who, I'm cut off again.
"Boyfriends." This time it was Sebastiano who spoke up.
"Excuse me, We are not together, we are simply friends" I try to clarify
My jaw is grabbed and is turned so I'm staring into Nazaire's angry hazel-green eyes. "I don't recall us ever breaking up."
"And I don't recall, you guys ever asking me to be your girlfriend, it was mostly just sex." I throw back
Hurt flashes through his eyes but it quickly disappears as he pulls away from me as if I had burnt him.
I didn't mean to make him feel that way but it was the truth.
I open my mouth intending on apologizing but slam it back shut because I had no reason to be sorry for, he could feel that way if he wanted to.
Clearing my throat, I look back at Braiden to see him already staring at me with curiosity and amusement. Of course he would find this situation amusing.
"What the hell is your association with Mani?" Sebastiano spits out towards B.
"I guess the same as you both, we're friends." He responds calmly but smugly and I almost facepalm right there. This boy knew what he was doing.
"Okayyy, This was fun and all but it's time to go!" I pipe in, shoving Nazaire so I can get up, leaning over, I grab Sebastiano's wrist to pull him out of the booth as well.
If I hadn't said anything, I knew Braiden would have been on the ground bleeding right now and I didn't want that happening.
"I can drop you home, babe" I felt my left eye twitch at the use of endearment coming from Braiden and I knew he did it on purpose cause we both hate that word with a passion, I would have been fine with it, if he had used it anytime or anywhere else but HERE with THEM.
A gasp flies out my mouth when I see Nazaire's fist connect to Braiden's jaw. You see what I was trying to avoid? And in the middle of a restaurant surrounded by nosy bastards of all places. Damn.
I can't even check to see if he's alright because an arm is snaked around my waist and I'm pulled away from the table and towards the entrance.
"She'll be perfectly fine with us, bAbE." Was the last thing I heard Nazaire tell him before we made our exit.